Late at night, on a street corner.
Xu Mo walked into a hotel and looked at the bald, pot-bellied boss in flip-flops, who was sitting with his legs crossed, scrolling through videos.
"Boss, are there any rooms available?"
"have."
"How's the price?"
"10 yuan, 15 yuan, 20 yuan, 25 yuan, 30 yuan, 50 yuan, 100 yuan."
"Oh, okay, boss. Which price range suits my style best?"
The Mediterranean-style shop owner glanced at Xu Mo and tossed him a key.
"Second floor, room 206, leave before 12 o'clock tomorrow."
How much?
"15 yuan."
"..." Xu Mo was speechless, but he still asked, unwilling to give up, "Why isn't it 10 yuan?"
"Don't ask about the 10-yuan one, the answer is we don't have any!"
The Mediterranean-looking owner picked his nose and took a bottle of water from under the cabinet, placing it on the table.
"For you."
"Thank you, boss."
After paying 15 yuan with his mobile phone, Xu Mo planned to go into the room to take a look.
Pushing open the door, a stench of decay hit me.
The bed is made of 20-year-old wooden planks, the window is not open, there are two slippers, one of which is only half a pair, the quilt looks like it has been polished, and there are charging plugs, a toilet, and a red bucket for running away.
Xu Mo sat on the bed, feeling completely relaxed.
He had no complaints, because this place was far better than the servants' quarters at the Xu family's house.
"Gurgle—"
My stomach is protesting vehemently.
Hunger made Xu Mo decide to take out his phone to check his balance, and his face immediately fell.
"Balance: 13 yuan!"
“When I was with the Xu family, I received 300 yuan of pocket money every month, and I hardly ever used that money. In fact, I returned my bank card to the Xu family when I ran away from home.”
“I didn’t take on any part-time jobs because the Xu family felt that working for others was a shameful thing, so I didn’t do any part-time work.”
"The little balance on my phone is what I usually earn by helping my classmates with their homework. It's basically money I earn through physical labor."
"But I bought five lottery tickets today, which cost me 10 yuan."
"After leaving the hospital, it cost another 15 yuan to find housing."
"It cost 25 yuan in total."
"Besides that, I also owe the hospital money, which I definitely have to pay back."
"After all, I don't want to make things difficult for Dr. Chu."
"This 13 yuan can buy a bowl of snail rice noodles, and you can even add an egg!"
"Should we eat it tomorrow, or today...?"
Xu Mo lay on his side in bed, tossing and turning, deep in thought about the problem.
"Gurgle..."
"Food is essential for life. You'll get hungry if you skip a meal, let alone two. As for what to eat tomorrow, we'll talk about that tomorrow!"
"I had my boss buy the lottery ticket for me for next Tuesday, because only the numbers for this time match the numbers from before my rebirth. And today is Sunday, which means I have to earn my own living tomorrow and the day after..."
Xu Mo got out of bed, turned off the light, and walked out of the wall-mounted room.
Upon seeing this, the Mediterranean-looking shop owner exclaimed, "Hey, handsome guy, going out?"
Xu Mo awkwardly touched the bandage wrapped around his forehead: "Boss, where is the snail rice noodle shop?"
The Mediterranean-style shop owner pointed in a direction: "That stuff smells really strong. Go across this street, then turn left, then right, then straight, then turn left again, then right, then straight, and you'll see the shop."
Xu Mo smiled and said, "Thank you, boss."
Upon hearing this, the Mediterranean-looking shop owner said, "You've remembered that?"
Xu Mo nodded and left.
...
As evening fell, the Xu family villa was brightly lit.
Xu Qingcheng sat on the sofa in the hall, feeling cold all over.
Only after Aunt Liu shared her impressions of Xu Mo did she realize how much prejudice her family held against him.
And before tonight, she also held the same prejudice against Xu Mo.
Aunt Liu poured a glass of boiled water and placed it on the table in front of her.
"Miss, it's getting late, be careful not to catch a cold."
"Aunt Liu, are my family and I asking too much of Xu Mo?"
Xu Qingcheng looked up at Aunt Liu.
Liu Ma immediately broke out in a cold sweat, her eyes darting around as she said, "Miss, no, you and the master are doing this for the good of young master Mo. Yes, you and the master must be doing this for the good of young master Mo to be so strict with him."
Xu Qingcheng could tell at a glance that Aunt Liu was lying, but she did not intend to expose her. Instead, she said, "Take me to see Xiao Mo's room. I didn't get to know him well before. Now, I hope to learn more about him."
"Yes, Miss."
After Liu Ma responded, she took Xu Qingcheng to Xu Mo's residence.
Xu Qingcheng pointed to the dilapidated door and asked, "Is this the place?"
"Yes, Miss."
Aunt Liu stepped forward and pushed open the door.
The room was pitch black.
Xu Qingcheng frowned. She smelled an unfamiliar odor and turned to Liu Ma, ordering, "Turn on the light and take a look."
Aunt Liu pressed the switch, and the dim yellow light instantly illuminated the entire room.
The room had no windows open, so any odor couldn't escape, making it not only dark and damp but also smelly.
The bed is made of 2019 wooden planks. Although it's old and moldy, you can't blame it, since it should have been retired long ago.
There was only one slipper; the other one was nowhere to be found.
The quilt was already faded and looked like it had been washed many times. There were a few holes and patches on it, but because it had no patina, it was far from being warm.
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