The discussion outside the door continued, and no one cared about what happened to this person, just because there was topics of conversation in a peaceful life that could last for a while.

Xiang Xi suddenly felt chills.

It's really like myself.

Alone, struggling to live.

One day I was sick and injured, chased and beaten, and died half dead... Who would know and who would care?

Fang Yin's camera may be facing him all the time, and finally people look at his photos, sigh and feel, and then turn over this page.

No.

There are still people.

It should still be someone.

Cheng Boyan.

Xiang Xi jumped up, walked around the house twice, took the cell phone thrown on the table and dialed Cheng Boyan's phone.

"Hmm?" Cheng Boyan answered the phone and heard that he was walking.

"Is it Saturday night?" Xiang Xi asked.

"Yes," said Cheng Boyan, "It's okay if you're late."

"I can go." Xiang Xi said.

"Then I'll pick you up, Shaxian?" Cheng Boyan smiled.

"No, no," Xiang Xi said quickly, "Don't pick me up, I'll go by myself."

"I'm afraid you can't find the place," said Cheng Boyan, "Then I'll pick you up at your place?"

"Then... OK," Xiang Xi hesitated for a moment, "I'll wait for you at the intersection."

After hanging up the phone, Xiang Xi went into the toilet, looked at himself in the broken mirror on the wall, and changed his expression a few times, smiling, not smiling, serious, well-behaved, and kind...

My face is done, but it's that way anyway.

The clothes he was a little dissatisfied with. Now the weather has started to warm up. The thick clothes Cheng Boyan bought for him before can no longer wear them. He bought casual clothes at this night market. He chose the cheapest one, and the whole outfit was less than 100 yuan.

I usually do some work by myself. If I want to eat with Cheng Boyan’s friends, this outfit is a bit ugly, mainly because the bargain can be seen at a glance.

The money in the bag is still there, because the expenses have been very controlled and the rent is paid by Fang Yin, so the money has not been reduced much, and there is an additional month's salary.

He thought about it and took out five hundred, lit it in his hand two or three times, took out two more pieces, and ordered it twice. It was almost done, so he bought a pair of pants, a T-shirt, and at most a thin coat.

There are also shoes... He wore furry shoes before, but later he changed into a pair of old man's cloth shoes. They were light and comfortable, but they were not good-looking.

He settled the score in his heart, but in the end he was unable to take any more money. It was enough.

He looked at the money in his hand: "It's a big bleeding."

When Fang Yin came uninvited, he saw the colored bars pulled downstairs and ran up immediately. He was so excited when he entered the door that he almost fell.

"Look, you are so excited. Don't come to me in the next two days?" Xiang Xi sat cross-legged on the bed, "You are so dedicated, please give me a loud noise."

"I'm not here specifically. I'm really passing by. I'll come up to see if your situation is good... What happened downstairs?" Fang Yin held up the camera, "I think there's still blood."

"I'm so unlucky," Xiang Xi said, "the police came and left."

"How did you die?" Fang Yin asked.

"Who knows?" Xiang Xi sighed, "Who cares? You life photographers are interested. If you take pictures, some people will be willing to watch it. If you don't take pictures, no one will know. They are mixed quietly, and they are bitter quietly, and they die silently."

Fang Yin didn't say anything, sat next to him, and after a while he looked at him: "Are you going out?"

"Well, don't follow me, I'll go out and buy a few clothes." Xiang Xi said.

"I'll take you downstairs," Fang Yin took out his wallet, "Give you the money you have today first. Do you have to find a job these days?"

"Let's go through the battle, I don't have much energy anymore." Xiang Xi lowered his head.

"Everything will pass," Fang Yin patted his shoulder, "It will pass."

"Isn't the one downstairs gone?" Xiang Xi glanced at him.

Fang Yin opened his mouth and didn't say anything, and finally sighed.

Xiang Xi felt that it was impossible to buy a suit that was close to Cheng Boyan’s usual clothes for 700 yuan, but it was almost enough to wear them like the college students next to him, and maybe they could go to the next level.

He didn't go to a very awesome shopping mall. There were many college students renting houses in this area, and they couldn't walk far away, and there were two universities. There were small clothing stores on the streets at the entrance, so that was almost the same.

Xiang Xi first chose shoes, which was a big head. He had to buy this first to control the cost.

It took seven or eight times to go in and out of several running shoes stores, and Xiang Xi finally picked a discounted pair in an Anta store.

"Do you want to change it?" After the sales girl tried the shoes for him, she asked, looking at the old man's cloth shoes he placed next to her.

"No, put it on for me." Xiang Xi took off her new shoes and changed back to cloth shoes.

Next is tops and pants. The tops are easy to talk about. Just buy a short-sleeved T-shirt and add a jacket. After a while, there is no need to buy it again.

Xiang Xi is actually quite picky about clothes. In the past, except for saving some money secretly, the remaining money was tossed in the range of possible things. Making hairstyles and buying clothes was not too high-end, but they never felt so distressed like they are now. Anyway, you can just spend the money and then do it.

It's different now, money is too difficult to come.

The short-sleeved T-shirts were still covered with new labels, and they were not cheap. He held the money in his hand and tried it back and forth one by one. The boss's face turned into a mule, and he finally picked out the clothes for himself.

Finally, he wanted to ask the boss to give him a pair of socks, but the boss didn't even look at him and said, "You think beautifully!"

I decided to buy jeans, which are durable and dirty, and can be worn all year round.

But when he asked about the price, he was startled: "One hundred and seven?"

"We are all foreign trade cowboys here, and we can't compare with dozens of dollars," the boss looked at him, "If you buy ten cheaper ones, it's better to be like this one."

Xiang Xi didn't say anything, turned around and walked out of the store. He walked around several stores next to him again. There were some cheap ones, including thirty-five ones. Xiang Xi tried it and thought that he could go to the factory to work immediately after putting it on.

I went back to the store and tried it. It was indeed beautiful and looked long. Before the boss could speak, he took off and walked out.

After trying it, I finally returned to this store.

"Oh," the boss is an older sister. When he saw him coming again, he sighed, "Have you finished comparing? Don't I say it anymore? You're 15, are you still expensive?"

"I can still consider one hundred and five or two." Xiang Xi looked down at his pants.
Chapter completed!