SAYE [Run Freely]

Chapter 17

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Gu Fei sat behind the cash register, playing on his cellphone while watching as Li Baoguo took his third turn around the shelves of goods. Li Baoguo did not seem to have any goal in mind; he simply turned back and forth and would glance over at Gu Fei from time to time.

Since Li Baoguo had on more than one occasion stolen things in the shop, every time he came in, Gu Fei would stare at him directly, but now came a Jiang Cheng all of a sudden, though he stared a bit, it wasn't a stare, yet it was.

Li Baoguo was not a thief, sometimes when he gambled all his money away and needed to shop, he would first get them on credit; with the majority of the people that lived here being those at the lowest rung of society, buying and selling things on credit happened quite often than not. However, even when Li Baoguo purchased on credit, he would always think of a way to steal something else...

"Da Fei ah," Li Baoguo put his hand in a large cotton-padded jacket and then took it out, walked to the freezer to grab a bag of fish balls, and finally made his way to the register. "This, I'll give you the money in two days? Calculate it with the things from last time?"

"En, okay." Gu Fei took out a notebook from the drawer, looked for the page with Li Baoguo's name, and wrote: "A bag of fish balls, a bottle of Niu Er beer, a large..."

"What? I don't want a beer," Li Baoguo said awkwardly.

"The bottle in your pocket," Gu Fei looked at him. "Li Shu[1], you should drink less; you can't even remember things clearly anymore."

"Oh, oh," Li Baoguo cracked a smile and laughed while slapping his pocket. "Yes, I got a bottle...add a pack of changbaishan cigarettes in the bag for me."

Gu Fei turned to grab him a pack of the ten yuan changbaishan cigarette for him and then wrote it down.

"Your handwriting is pretty good," Li Baoguo moved in closer for a look. "Hey, do you know my son?"

"Li Hui, of course, I know him ah," Gu Fei said.

"Not Li Hui, my younger son, Cheng Cheng." Li Baoguo propped his elbow on the counter, "He just returned. I couldn't raise him when he was younger and gave him away... he's also at Si Zhong, you must know him."

"En, I seem to know him," Gu Fei nodded.

Li Baoguo laughed mischievously, "He's very good in his studies, certainly different from Xiao Hui, an excellent student. An excellent student, you know that right? A group of scoundrels like you must all be horrible students, huh? My youngest son is indeed a good student."

Gu Fei smiled, "That's right."

"You remember now? I'll have Cheng Cheng bring you the money in a couple of days." Li Baoguo looked at the notebook again and then pointed at it with his finger, "My son's handwriting is definitely better than yours."

"...right," Gu Fei continued to nod his head.

After Li Baoguo walked out in a good mood, he looked down at his own handwriting in the notebook.

He didn't dare to say for certain about other things, but Jiang Cheng's handwriting... it can only be, hehehehehhe, it absolutely belonged to the type that had been correctly written, but still had the possibility of having marks deducted as the characters were too hideously written, which would have undoubtedly irritated the teachers.

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As noon approached, his mother walked in with a warm lunch box in hand: "I made some red braised pork."