The smell of tobacco is very choking, and the lingering smoke is mixed with a spicy smell.
Gu Wan was lying on the sofa, holding an unburned cigarette between his fingers, and scattered pills on the transparent glass coffee table.
The curtains in the office were not opened, and the few paths of light left in the dim space were covered with floating dust. His silent eyes stared at the air, and he seemed to see jumping figures. There was obviously nothing around him, but he Hearing people whispering, Gu Wan sat up, reached out and dipped the cigarette B*tt in his hand into the glass filled with water on the table, then stood up, took the textbook and walked out of the room.
After school in the afternoon, Caleb Wen would take the bus back home to his neighborhood, and then buy some vegetables from the supermarket to go home and cook a meal for himself.
Zhou's father and Zhou's mother left some savings before their death. If Caleb Wen was more frugal and didn't get seriously ill, he might be able to survive until he graduates from college. However, some things cannot be decided by humans, so Caleb Wen still set his sights on scholarships.
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