After enduring all kinds of contempt and eye rolls from the sales clerk, he left the store with fifty yuan in hand.
Brother Yong sat on the bus pondering how unlucky he had been these past two days.
Given the situation, he figured he'd better buy some food and head home, avoiding going out again at all costs.
If anything else happened before meeting Fang Xiaohui tomorrow, he might not live to spend this money.
Of course, despite his caution, trouble found him anyway. The bus nearly hit someone, and in avoiding them, crashed into a tree.
Brother Yong's head slammed hard against the metal rod of the front seat, making him feel like he might have a concussion.
After much hardship, he finally made it home, buying ten sesame buns, a roast chicken, a bottle of wine, and a bag of peanuts at the entrance of the alley, and went straight home.
Only upon entering did he remember the light bulb at home was still out.
Great!
