Fang Ruoxi squatted next to the trash can in the back alley of the bar, holding a cigarette in her mouth and squinting at the balance on her phone - eighty-two yuan and three cents.
"Fuck."
He popped out the cigarette butt, and the sparks drew an arc in the dark night. This is the only thing I have left in my pocket, and I still owe two months of rent. The old lady landlord posted a note on the door yesterday, saying that if I don't pay, the locks will be changed. Fang Ruoxi touched the bunch of keys in his trouser pocket, thinking that if he was really kicked out, he would sleep in the bridge hole, since it wasn't cold anyway.
"Brother Ruoxi, why are you squatting in this corner?" The bartender Xiaopang poked his head out with a tray in his hand, "Brother Yang has been looking for you in there for a long time."
"Looking for me?" Fang Ruoxi patted her trouser legs and stood up, smiling angrily, "Did your grandson win money again?"
