"In this era, with this opportunity, we should seize it and not give up~"
The sound of music interrupted their conversation.
The toilet door opened.
Jin Shile came out with water mist and dirty clothes all over his body.
The music in the dormitory became louder.
He saw Feng Feng's eyes light up: "Hey, youngest, you're back?"
Feng Feng's attention shifted and he stopped to drink some water.
Forget it, we can’t win in a two-on-one argument, so let’s just call it a truce today.
But the name of the youngest is too ugly, he absolutely refuses to accept it!
"Just got back. It turned out you were the one playing the song. An old song from over ten years ago, right?"
"Actually, it's a song from more than 20 years ago." Mai Xuan continued.
It was difficult to talk in bed, so he had already gotten out of bed.
My mouth is dry now, so I just drink up the water on the table.
Let's call a truce for now.
"Hmm." Jin Shile didn't notice anything wrong with the atmosphere.
"What's wrong with an old song? The older it is, the more classic it is. Our whole family loves this song!"
"Besides, don't you think this song is very suitable for the current era?"
Hearing this, Feng Feng almost choked on his water: "Indeed."
This is too grand to talk about.
The revival of spiritual energy is no longer just a good time.
Mai Xuan glanced at Feng Feng and snorted:
"But for our parents, their generation was also the best era, you know, youngest."
Jin Shile’s family is a typical example.
His father and grandfather relied on the dividends of the times to get to where they are today.
Time moves forward.
Everyone can see the scars of the past and the opportunities of the present, but cannot see the changes in the future.
So, for them, that was the best time.
Every generation has its best times.
The same is true even if we go back hundreds or thousands of years.
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