Debt is hard to pay

The morning light shone into a corner of the room, Li Xichuan opened his eyes, and the person on the bed had already left.

The slight sea breeze blows in from the balcony, making it a bit cold.

Li Xichuan sat up and found a coat to put on, looking at the empty room in a daze.

Gao Baiyuan's clothes were a little too big for him, but he could still wear them. He was wearing Gao Baiyuan's these days.

No way, he can't wear clothes, right?

Looking around, there is no trace left by Gao Baiyuan in the room, maybe he packed his things after he got up?

The downstairs doorbell rang, Li Xichuan put on his shoes and walked down, the gun was still on the cabinet by the door.

The little brothers outside went out after delivering the meal. If there were no unexpected circumstances, they would not meet Li Xichuan.

I walked over and picked up the lunch box. In addition to the porridge that remained the same for three meals a day, there were also several steamed buns of different shapes.

Li Xichuan was a little puzzled, usually what he ate was bought by outsiders, but the steamed stuffed buns in breakfast today did not look like bought ones, there shouldn’t be any shop with such poor craftsmanship, right?

Sitting on the sofa with something in his hand, Li Xichuan reached out and picked up a steamed stuffed bun, put it in front of his nose and smelled it, it was very fragrant.

He is not picky about food, as long as it is not poisonous, he will eat it, regardless of its appearance.

Li Xichuan ate a few mouthfuls casually, and accidentally caught a glimpse of a stack of books next to the cabinet.

Confused in his heart, he stood up and walked over. They were full of unopened new books, and he knew that Gao Baiyuan had no interest in reading.

Squatting down and looking at it, there are many types, so he opened the book casually. Li Xichuan held the book and lay back on the sofa. It happened that he had nothing to do in the villa all day, so he could only read these books to pass the time.

Li Xichuan lay on the sofa for a whole day, and didn't even eat the lunch that was brought in at noon. He had never read these books. Before, he only cared about his studies, so he didn't have time to read these novels that were only for entertainment.

In fact, he didn't eat lunch because he was too fascinated by reading, and because he didn't have much appetite. The steamed buns in the morning made his stomach feel a little uncomfortable. Not only was he not hungry, but he even felt a little sick.

The room was getting dark gradually, and the words on the book were a little unclear. Li Xichuan stood up and fumbled to turn on the light. The light that suddenly turned on was so dazzling that he couldn't help but raise his hand to support the wall.

It was getting dark again, and Gao Baiyuan hadn't come back yet.

Li Xichuan didn't expect that he would go out today. He was injured so badly last night, and now he went out for another day. Wouldn't that be death?

The people outside the door had already brought in dinner, Li Xichuan took it and ate something casually, then turned and went upstairs.

The wind was blowing again on the sea, he went to the balcony, looked up and found a pack of cigarettes and a lighter on the table, after hesitating for a few seconds, Li Xichuan took out one and put it to his lips, and lit himself.

The dry tobacco smell permeated his lips, and Li Xichuan didn't like the smell very much.

The stick that Gao Baiyuan stuffed into his mouth that day, with the wetness around his lips and the sweet smell of alcohol, actually smells quite nice.

Li Xichuan took a deep breath, coughed violently from choking, his eyes were a little hot, he raised his hand to remove the cigarette from his mouth, he closed his eyes against the sea breeze, and a tear slipped from the corner of his eyes.