"What about the key point, what about the money?" Xiang Xi said.

"Tan Xiaokang cheated my money away, I can't find him..." Mantou said calmly, as if it was because it had been more than half a year since the incident and he was already numb.

"Tan Xiaokang?" Xiang Xi almost stopped the sound, clenched his fists hard, and his knuckles made two snaps.

"I won't mention this anymore. After that, I'm here to see you today and say a few words." Mantou put the box back on the shelf and picked up a box of smaller cookies and took it.

"Where to go?" Xiang Xi stared at Mantou's face, feeling something was wrong, "Go home?"

"I think you're pretty good," Mantou turned his face and looked at him, "You're pretty good, Xiao Zhan, it's not easy for people like us to have a way to go, especially a good way."

Xiang Xi didn't say anything.

"You always say I'm not your friend. I think about it, it's better not to be that no one sees me coming here." Mantou limped towards the cashier with a cookie, then turned his head and whispered: "You're fine, don't look for me again, just know that you think I'm a friend."

Xiang Xi stood there without moving or speaking. He watched Mantou limp to the cashier, paid the money, and then limped out of the supermarket with the small box of cookies.

The sun was very big at noon, and the white sun shone with dazzling light, making people almost unable to open their eyes.

When Xiang Xi followed out of the supermarket gate, Mantou's figure seemed to have been melted and disappeared into the white light that filled the entire field of vision.

Something might happen to the steamed bun.

This is Xiang Xi’s first reaction.

But he did not ask questions or stop the steamed buns.

People are different from people, they are different from ordinary people in this world. They work hard to integrate into the "normal" life bit by bit because he has Cheng Boyan.

From the moment Cheng Boyan stretched out his hand to him, he was different from Mantou.

Also produced by Zhaojiayao, Mantou struggled to slide to another different path, helpless and seemed to be unable to change. This path is parallel to Zhaojiayao, perhaps interlaced, or even more downward.

And he is not Cheng Boyan.

He has no capital or strength to reach out to Mantou.

Even if he stretched out his hand, he couldn't hold the strength of the steamed bun. If he overestimated his ability, he might even make Cheng Boyan, who was pulling him, staggered.

Mantou also knows this.

You are fine. He said this twice.

They all have such self-knowledge. Such people will follow this path. This is the norm and the trajectory of these people. Even the Uncle Ping and Erpan follow this path and go to the same destination.

Very few people can embark on the "good" path.

Just as he was reluctant to let a "normal person" like Cheng Boyan be affected by him, Mantou was unwilling to be pulled back to the darkness.

Even if the light is everywhere, you will still encounter shadows if you are not careful.

Xiang Xi stood in the store all afternoon, watching the customers coming in and out, and no longer saw steamed buns or people similar to steamed buns.

In this world, the past of him and Mantou and the future of Mantou are really invisible to anyone, as if they never existed.

There was a small departure between him and Mantou, and there might be no more day to see him.

After get off work, Xiang Xi took a shower, went out to buy a fast food, and sat in the cabin while watching TV.

It feels like I can't say what it feels like.

Helplessness is the greatest experience.

Cheng Boyan didn't get off work on time today. When he called, it was already past eight o'clock.

"Have you eaten?" Cheng Boyan asked him.

"I'm off work on time," Xiang Xi looked at the lunch box on the table, got up and threw the box into the trash can outside the door, "Are you tired today?"

"Well, I'm so tired," Cheng Boyan's fatigue was obvious, "Will you come here to save photos at night?"

"I won't go, you go back and eat something to sleep," Xiang Xi sighed, "Will you die of overwork?"

"Not that, I didn't sleep for three days in a row, and I didn't die," Cheng Boyan laughed, "I'll tell you something. Today I asked the boss, Mr. Lu's address, do you... want to go find him?"

"Go," Xiang Xi didn't think about it, "I'm going."

Yes, you must go.

You are fine.

You are fine.

The sound of steamed buns rang back and forth in his ears.

That's right, OK, this is the most important thing he can do and should do. He cannot let go of any opportunity to maintain and help him continue on this "good road".

"Then you remember it." Cheng Boyan said.

"You send me it. I'll write an address with a pen and I have to write it until tomorrow morning." Xiang Xi scratched his head.

"Oh, I forgot, then I'll send you a text message later," Cheng Boyan yawned, "I don't want to eat anymore, so I'll just go to bed when I go back."

Speaking of sleeping, Xiang Xi suddenly remembered that he hadn't changed Cheng Boyan's bed sheets yet, and immediately felt a little sad: "I forgot to change the bed sheets for you."

"I didn't ask you to change it," Cheng Boyan smiled, "I'll change it tomorrow if I have time."

"Then can you bear it?" Xiang Xi was a little worried.

"I've said that I don't have a cleanliness obsession." Cheng Boyan sighed.

"Can we not say such false words in the future when you hear them?" Xiang Xi tweeted, "You said you are not obsessed with cleanliness, so you are as fake as me saying that I have a unique culture."

Cheng Boyan didn't say anything, and he heard him laughing for a long time on the phone before stopping.

"Isn't it okay to be sincere?" Xiang Xi added.

"I won't be poor with you anymore," Cheng Boyan said with a smile, "I'll go back first, and call you if I haven't fallen asleep at night."

"Yes." Xiang Xi responded.

Xiang Xi got up ten minutes early in the morning, took a shower, and washed yesterday's clothes by the way.

The clothes are hung outside the back window of the cottage, and there is a small passageway to the supermarket. No one leaves. Generally, residents upstairs will park electric cars or something.

I don’t feel anything when I hang anything. Today, when Xiang Xi went to hang her underwear, I suddenly felt a little guilty. After hanging it, I looked at it again, and then lowered my head and walked away.

In fact, I can't see anything. Even if I can see it, no one was looking at the underwear that someone else was hanging carefully when passing by here. It was still a pair of men's underwear...

Xiangxi's breakfast is usually done at the entrance of the supermarket. There is a breakfast stall on the roadside at the entrance. The stall owner is a big sister and she smiles every day. Xiangxi is willing to buy breakfast from her and is in a good mood.
Chapter completed!