The next day, the stem did not appear.

After all, I painted until the early morning the night before with dark circles under my eyes. I finally felt sleepy and fell asleep until noon. When I got up, I checked my phone out of habit. Oh, there was another dead Crayon Shin-chan.

Scumbag.

He is so scumbag that even Nohara Shinnosuke has the flavor of a scumbag. Really, when he first picked up Xiaobai and brought it home, he didn't take responsibility for it and wanted to take it away. Isn't he a scumbag?

Wei Zhi sat on the bed and thought for three minutes, spent two and a half minutes being mean to a three-year-old comic book kid, then turned around and asked Jiang Nanfeng, who was squatting at his feet and applying a facial mask, "Hey, do you want to go see the Tianchi Lake in Changbai Mountain?"

Jiang Nanfeng was squatting by the trash can reading Weizhi's update yesterday. When she saw the page where the dog guard died, she decisively opened the comic comment barrage and silently gave a thumbs up to the "Otaku, are you crazy?" comment... After a pause, she slowly turned her head and slowly glanced at her friend's haggard face due to a broken heart. Finally, she slowly said, "I don't want to."

Wei Zhi thought.

She is now like a stray dog, abandoned by the whole world. In the short term, she doesn't want to see Shan Chong, and of course she doesn't want to see Han Yiming either, so she wants to leave Xinjiang, but she can't go home...

Where can she go?

According to intelligence, the current environment does not allow her to go to Northern Europe, but there is a ski resort in China where she will definitely not run into Shan Chong, and that place is called Changbai Mountain.

"The people of Changbai Mountain are so beautiful, there must be some good-looking boys there." Wei Zhi repeated the trick that Jiang Nanfeng had used to trick her, "Don't you want to go and take a look?"

"If I don't go, Lao Yan will cry." Jiang Nanfeng said lazily, "Although I am a scumbag, I am not a human scumbag. I will never do such a thing as riding a donkey to find a horse - unless we break up."

"So when are you breaking up?"

"I don't know," Jiang Nanfeng said perfunctorily, "but I will."

"When did you two get together?"

"Before or after Dai Duo left?" Jiang Nanfeng said, "It doesn't matter. You didn't notice it either. It means I'm not out of control. Things are still under control. It's not a big deal."

Wei Zhi felt a little dizzy because of being surrounded by her.

Jiang Nanfeng refused to go to Changbai Mountain so decisively, she was not very willing, and asked again: "Then let's go surfing in Sanya. It's still quite hot in Sanya now, right?"

"...You are too casual in finding a substitute. The skateboards in the park downstairs are also a board sport, and they are cheap - just go downstairs. Why don't you want to try it?"

"Yes! There are so many wonderful things in life! Why are you afraid of Lao Yan crying or breaking up? After breaking up, besides skiing, can't we do a lot of things? We can even learn paragliding, brush up on our times, get a B license, wingsuit flying... Let's learn diving in the summer, go to the underwater museum, go to Cat Mountain, go to Tonga to chase whales, and go to Antarctica to see penguins!"

Jiang Nanfeng: "..."

Jiang Nanfeng: "After breaking up? You're more like after winning the lottery."

Mamoru: “…You’re not romantic!”

Jiang Nanfeng: "The person who drew my cute little guard to death has no right to say that I am not romantic."

Wei Zhi pouted, got up, washed up, and then sat in front of the computer to work hard on the updates for the whole day——

She saw the chaotic comments below the comic, but it was not a big deal. It did not affect her cold-heartedly continuing to draw the main storyline. It was as if the dog guard had never appeared.

In order to build a tomb for him, the heroine shed two tears while standing in front of his grave, which was the complete explanation.

After finishing the painting, I didn't forget to say in the author's reception room in a mean way: It's good enough that the heroine cried, but it's even worse that there was not even a storyboard when the other guards died.

Fans of Otaku Taimao probably have never seen such a stupid author before, and they were all stunned for a moment——

Fan 1: Did the dog guard steal your pants?

Fan 2: Although what you said may seem to be correct, I still want to ask if the dog guard has a prototype, otherwise there is no reason for him to suddenly appear against all odds and suddenly add to the drama, and now everyone is getting excited and he suddenly dies!

Fan 3: What the above person said is that the appearance and death of the dog guard is very much like the process of a man going from treasuring a woman as a treasure to discarding her as a piece of trash.

Fan 4: So you’re heartbroken? Haha ... I

Fan 5: The guy above 2333333333 really looks like he is taking revenge on society after a breakup. It made me die of laughter!

Fan 6: You guys are really going too far, I love it so much.

Weizhi read the comments for a while and couldn't help but sigh that the IQ of readers of porn comics nowadays is so high. They were told not to use their brains and just have fun, but they are like Sherlock Holmes and even analyze the author.

Sighing, she turned off the computer. She was hungry, and seeing that there was nothing to eat in the room, she prepared to go out to the small supermarket to get a bowl of instant noodles and yogurt.

She just put on a down jacket that was warm enough, wrapped herself in a scarf, and went out.

The supermarket was not far from the hotel. It was a small store with a wide variety of goods. Weizhi's stomach started growling as soon as he walked into the supermarket. He first went to the instant noodle section to choose some instant noodles, then went to the snack section and picked up ham, dried tofu, salted eggs, pickled mustard tuber, Lao Gan Ma, chicken feet, potato chips, and hot pot...

The more you take, the more excited you become.

Until she realized that this was called "turning grief into appetite", she hesitated for three seconds and put one of the two salted eggs back.

Take Coke and mineral water from the refrigerator.

When she staggered towards the cashier with a bunch of snacks in her arms to pay, the boss seemed a little lazy to do mental arithmetic, so he picked up an old calculator and pressed the numbers slowly.

Weizhi leaned against the cashier counter with a bottle of mineral water in his hand and waited patiently.

Just as she opened the cap of the mineral water bottle with a "click" sound using the strength she gained from being single for more than 20 years, a figure appeared outside the supermarket, pushed the door open, walked in, and met her face to face.

Weizhi paused as he twisted the bottle cap.

The man was wearing a purple snow suit. He entered the house and patted the snow without paying attention to his surroundings. As he was patting the snow, he felt a sinister gaze behind him. He was stunned and turned around, looking into a pair of dark eyes.

——This was the first official meeting between Shan Chong and Wei Zhi after the kiss yesterday.

The man was silent for three seconds, his eyes moved away from her face and down, looking at her hand fixed on the mineral water bottle cap, in a "twisting" posture...

He cleared his throat and made small talk.

"Can't twist it open?"

Wei Zhi didn't say anything, but just twisted his hand and opened the cap of the mineral water bottle with the force as if he was preparing to tear off the lid of someone's head.

She looked at him with her dark, bottomless eyes without saying a word. After a while, she looked away - as if she had not seen him - and gulped down most of the mineral water. After finishing the drink, she sighed with satisfaction and wiped her mouth.

At this time, Shan Chong noticed a small wound on her lip, which had already scabbed over.

He was sure it hadn't been there yesterday.

She raised her eyelids and was about to say something, but the little girl seemed to sense something and turned to the shop owner at the cashier behind her and said, "Boss, why does your water smell like a jerk?"

He is not a Han Chinese at all. His Mandarin is not very standard. The shop owner who was completely confused at this moment said: "Huh?"

"Forget it, it's not your fault." Weizhi lowered his eyes, muttered, and handed over his mobile phone, "Have you calculated the money? Should I scan you or you scan me?"

The little girl acted as if no one was around.

Shan Chong stood at the door in silence, even forgetting what he was doing in the supermarket—

Of course he knew that she hadn't been at the ski resort today, and he didn't take the initiative to look for her in the morning because he considered that she was on the third day of her menstrual period, and also...

After that brief kiss yesterday, it seemed a bit strange to pretend nothing happened and ask someone to come to class the next day.

He was a little distracted during class this morning, and kept wondering what it would be like when he met Wei Zhi for the first time. Maybe she would blush and avoid him, or maybe she would scold him with a dark face, but he never expected that she would just ignore him.

Shan Chong took the initiative to refund half of the money to the students after class today. Although he spent a class period to arrange the forward and reverse foot up and down boxes, plus the horizontal bar and 180° down...

But he was distracted.

The old man accepted the three thousand yuan returned by Shan Chong with great trepidation and didn't even know why.

It's like a curse.

Just like now, Shan Chong didn't know either. He seemed to be ignored. Why was that?

…

Shan Chong walked around the supermarket for a while before he remembered what he wanted to buy. He returned to the checkout counter and brought a pack of cigarettes for Beistab.

After hesitating for a moment, he didn't ask for more for himself.

When we got back to the hotel, we saw a bulge on the bed and the man was still sleeping.

Shan Chong took off his snow suit. He had no classes in the afternoon and was in a bad mood, so he didn't want to ski. He turned around and went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and washed his face protector at the same time. When applying soap to his face protector, he looked up and saw himself in the mirror: there were unusual bruises under his eyes, and he frowned, looking even more unfriendly than usual.

He suddenly understood what the old man meant when he asked him tremblingly in the morning when he returned the money, "Can I still have lessons with you after this?"

Pursing his lips, he lowered his head and continued to wash his face. While squeezing out the facial lotion, he suddenly, without warning, had an idea in his mind -

With an expressionless face, he threw away the face guard that he was trying to squeeze out the water from, turned around, went back to the room, and kicked the person who was still snoring in the buttocks.

The person on the bed groaned, rolled around on the bed, and opened his eyes dazedly: "Who fucked your grandpa!"

Shan Chong bent down, lifted the quilt that was half covering his face, and asked, "Did you say anything to Wei Zhi again yesterday?"

Backstab let out a "hum" sound, his brain still not fully awake, he blankly looked at the handsome face hanging in the air staring at him without emotion, blinked, and said, "No."

Shan Chong threw the half-wrapped face guard in his hand at his face: "Then did the helmet and face guard that I originally put on Lao Yan's car walk back here on their own?"

"Old Cigarette——"

"When I got on the bus yesterday, he couldn't even stand steadily. How could he bring this to me?" Shan Chong said, "What the hell did you say to Wei Zhi?"

His tone of voice wasn't particularly fierce, it was just a normal question, but after being bewildered by the backstab, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine... The sour feeling went up his spine in waves, and he slowly sat up wrapped in the quilt, glanced at Shan Chong with a guilty look, and asked without any context, "What's wrong, did she scold you?"

Shan Chong said nothing.

With Backstab asking this question, it was basically certain that he was just talking nonsense.

Under the man's shocked gaze, Beisai smiled awkwardly and described his "fatherly love" speech yesterday to Shan Chong again -

I watched the expression on his face change from silence to mockery, and then back to silence again...

The backstabber felt that he should apologize first for falsely conveying the imperial edict, as it was more important to stay alive.

"I was wrong. I bow to you. I shouldn't have falsely conveyed the emperor's order. But there is one thing I want to emphasize. I am not saying this to do anything bad... Then shouldn't you keep your distance from her completely?"

She already has a fiancé.

The result of forcing it will be a bloody head.

“It’s not that easy to say so thoroughly, right?” Shan Chong hesitated.

Backstab paused: "She didn't even talk to you?"

Shan Chong: “Yeah.”

Backstab said, "Don't be fooled by her usual soft and nonchalant appearance. She can be really ruthless at critical moments—"

Shan Chong: "She has always had a bad temper."

Now I don’t even lose my temper with him.

Just ignore it.

Thinking of this, the man sighed.

Backstab: “…”

...Let me put it this way, the last time Shan Shan's rehabilitation doctor called Shan Chong and asked him if he wanted to participate as the orders for prosthetic limbs had started to be filled this year, Shan Chong didn't even sigh when he was backstabbed.

He just kept silent and taught many classes for many days in a row, teaching everyone, until he got himself sick from exhaustion.

That's it.

This sigh woke him up completely from his sleepiness.

She wrapped herself in a blanket, crossed her legs, tilted her head and looked at the man's face carefully: "How about I go and clarify that you didn't say anything and that I just made it up?"

"Is it still useful for you to talk about it now?" Shan Chong looked at him coldly. "I don't even want to tell you about gossips about a grown man. You create gossip when there is no gossip."

Although his tone was not very good, the man did not blame him because he knew the backstab.

He knew he wasn't really going to mess with him.

At that moment, I felt that there was really no way to deal with the woman in front of me, and then suddenly my mind was inspired by brotherhood and a sense of justice, and I started to think divergently.

After all, it's just doing things on his side.

Backstab called Wei Zhi in front of Shan Chong and told him honestly that what he said last night was all nonsense. Shan Chong had no interest in raising a daughter and did not have a fatherly love.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for more than ten seconds.

The girl asked while slurping her instant noodles: "What's wrong? Why are you suddenly confessing? Did he really tell you something this time?"

Looking at Shan Chong from behind, Shan Chong looks back calmly.

Backstab understood and took the blame for him: "Well, it's all my fault, ancestor, I apologize to you, I was just talking nonsense... It has nothing to do with Chong brother, please don't ignore him."

"You were the one who pushed his head down and asked him to kiss me yesterday. The core of him being called a scumbag hasn't changed at all, has it?" The little girl's vague voice came from the other end of the phone. "Now I don't even want to talk to you."

She softly said this least offensive sentence and hung up the phone.

Backstab stared at the phone that had been hung up, and was about to express his opinion on "You're right, she does have a bad temper"...

When he looked up, he found that the coldest ski machine in the world had been successfully knocked down by the softest and least offensive words from the little girl.

…

The next day was the preliminary round of the Snowboard Big Air World Cup Altay Station organized by the Snow Federation.

If nothing else, Dan Chong would definitely go, and he happened to be in no mood to attend class.

The rules of the snowboard big jump are quite simple, two-runbest (select the highest score in two rounds) and three-runbest (select the highest score in three rounds). Each round is scored based on a series of reference items such as the athlete's forefoot and backfoot start, difficulty of aerial movements, flight distance, and completion of movements. Finally, the total score ranking is calculated according to the competition system.

A slightly special rule is that no matter how well you perform in the air or how complete your performance is, if you fail to land firmly, your score for this round will be reset to zero and deemed invalid.

——So even in the largest international competition like the Olympics, the TRB system often occurs. After three rounds of competition, the final champion only has two rounds of valid scores, and there is no choice.

Skiing has really become popular in the past two years. In this winter, many people watched the competitions, including the official media and various self-media...

When Shan Chong arrived, there were already quite a few people sitting in the stands.

At this time, Lao Yan waved behind him: "Sister!"

The young boy's voice was crisp. Shan Chong twitched his ears and turned around, and saw Jiang Nanfeng sitting a few rows behind. Next to her was Wei Zhi, who was playing with his phone with his head down.

She didn't look up.

He did feel something silently churning in his chest, but he concealed it well and looked away naturally.

Lao Yan went to look for Jiang Nanfeng, and saw his teammates from the provincial team. He went over to say hello. The rest of the people also found some skiing friends at the scene in twos and threes and then dispersed.

Finally, Shan Chong was the only one left. He chose to sit in the front row, facing the big platform.

The game started soon.

Many famous players came to this competition, from Japan to South Korea, and then to Canada. The Winter Olympics points competition is so important that even if they had to stay in a small dark room for 15 days, these people came.

Among them is even Ohashi Hirano, who is currently the world's top scorer in snowboard big air. He has already scored 963 points. As long as he achieves good results in this competition, he will be able to get the full score and be admitted to the Beijing Winter Olympics.

And it just so happens that because of the appearance of these famous players, the ranking points of this competition will become very considerable.

Shan Chong sat down in the corner. Someone had already noticed him. A few self-media people with cameras wanted to come over, but they were killed by the man's eyes: now everyone in the world realized that he was in a bad mood.

The man propped his chin up with one hand and watched the game with a lazy look.

The first few jumps were all easy, but the most exciting one was FScork's 1440° landing without falling.

He looked at them a little impatiently, and just as he sat up straight, he saw Dai Duo appear. This man changed into a bright red snow suit today, and standing there, he was very eye-catching...

Just like him, like a hedgehog.

Probably a local athlete, he stepped out of the starting line and people applauded.

After putting on the board, he set out -

Starting with the right foot, FSquad1800°, the red figure's movements from grabbing the board to turning around are smooth and neat, presenting a parabolic turn and fall!

When Dai Duo was about to land, Shan Chong raised his eyebrows.

In the next second, his snowboard slammed heavily onto the snow, raising a cloud of snow dust. The tip of his board rose almost 30 degrees high, and his center of gravity was completely pressed down on his hips!

He slid forward for several meters, then stood up amid thunderous applause from the audience, stepped on the snowboard to resume normal sliding, and waved lazily at the audience.

"——He landed on the ground and pressed the tail of the board like this. He has the nerve to be so proud of himself."

A middle-aged man's voice sounded behind him. Shan Chong didn't turn around, but he knew who it was.

Wang Xin crossed his arms and appeared behind him like a ghost. "If he doesn't stand firm in the first round, I will laugh my head off."

“…”

No, you won't laugh your teeth off, you will just get so angry that you beat him up and break your own teeth.

Shan Chong had no expression on his face, and he didn't even look at him. He just said in a deep voice: "If you want to quarrel, do it another day. Let me be quiet for a while today."

"I'm not here to argue. What's the use of arguing for so many years? I'm tired even if you're not."

Wang Xin looked at the man's cold, elegant profile. When Dai Duo was waiting for the score in the audience, he did not even turn his head to the score screen. "I just came to see if you are here. If you are here, what kind of expression you are watching the game with now."

While Wang Xin was speaking, not far away, the scoreboard showed Dai Duo's first round score -

In the 100-point competition system, his FSquad1800° was already the most difficult among all the players who had completed the first round. Although there were major flaws in the landing, the referee gave him a high score of 83.5.

At this point, Dai Duo had jumped two-thirds of the way in the first round, and was temporarily ranked first as several famous players had not yet appeared.

As soon as the rankings were announced, there was a commotion in the stands.

Everyone was clapping wildly.

Shan Chong patted his palms twice symbolically and put his hands down. His handsome young face showed no emotion or other expression, and his eyes were like a pool of stagnant water.

As it turned out, Wang Xin would never see any expression on his face.

He was not discouraged. The biggest advantage of a middle-aged man approaching old age is patience. So he thought for a moment and asked, "If we follow the agreement, Dai Duo's next move should be BSTriple1620°. Do you have any suggestions?"

"My suggestion is that if he wants to land on his back edge again, you should think about what moves to use in the third round to guarantee a better chance of success." Shan Chong leaned back, finally no longer being mute. "Why can't he change this habit after all these years?"

"Who knows? You've beaten him and scolded him. You've taught him, you know. You've taught pigs and cows all the same—"

Outdoor stadium, Wang Xin said, took out a cigarette and lit it.

Handing it to Shan Chong, he waved his hand.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, biting the butt of his cigarette and smiled, thinking for a moment and then said, "I want to find an assistant coach recently."

Shan Chong glanced at him with an unperturbed gaze.

Wang Xin smiled and asked, "Are you interested?"

Shan Chong retracted his gaze and returned to his previous indifference and laziness: "No, how much is the salary for being on leave?"

Wang Xin was stunned when he heard this, then he sneered in relief: "You really only care about the money... Don't you miss the big jumping platform at all? Huh? You jumped from it for five, six, seven or eight years. What does the cableway in Changbai Mountain look like, Chong, do you still remember it?"

“…”

I can’t remember how long it has been since I was called by this name. Everyone called him “Chong Ge” or “Chong Shen” or just called him by his full name. As far as I can remember, the only people who called him “A Chong” were my parents and Wang Xin.

The man lowered his eyes and said nothing.

But when he heard the three words "Changbai Mountain", the fingertips on his knees twitched uncontrollably. He pursed his lips and said nothing.

Just like what he said at the wine table that day -

You can't do it if you try too low, and you can't do it if you try too high.

I practiced diving secretly, even though I knew in my heart that I would never be able to return to the competition stage.

The saddest thing about a person is not his miserable life, but that he has already seen the end of his life by taking a peek at the book of fate, but he still dreams in unrealistic days and tries to resist.

He himself felt sad.

"I don't want to talk about this, sorry." Shan Chong said, "Wang Xin, you know what my family situation is like."

"I just want to suggest that you think about yourself once in a while."

"We are born as human beings, with parents, brothers and sisters," said Shan Chong. "If we are selfish, we will be punished by heaven and earth."

"You were not born as a human being, you were born as a Buddha."

After Wang Xin finished speaking, Shan Chong fell silent.

On the competition side, several more contestants came on stage. Da Hepingye, who is currently ranked first in the Ski Federation, jumped on the stage and performed a BStriple 1980°, teaching everyone present a lesson.

Even though he was not a local athlete, he received warm applause from the skiers present.

"Is Shan Shan okay?"

Amid the applause, Wang Xin calmly watched Dai Duo's first round ranking drop to second.

"Um."

"Okay," the middle-aged man smiled and put his hands in his pockets. "Dai Duo and I will go see her during the New Year and bring some New Year's goods to your parents."

Shan Chong thought for a moment and said, "Forget it. They always quarrel whenever they meet, and my mom has to mediate. It's so annoying... She's complained to me so many times."

Wang Xin stopped talking but continued to smile.

Standing there, with a crooked posture, I watched all the athletes finish the first round.

After the last athlete finished jumping, Dai Duo temporarily ranked third. He was quite satisfied with the result. He gave up the intention of scolding, turned around to look at Shan Chong, and patted his shoulder heavily with his big, broad hand.

"A Chong, you also said that we are born as human beings. We don't have to live a life of glory and wealth, or achieve success and fame... Life is short and it will pass in a flash."

Wang Xin said:

“You have to do what you want to do.”

He paused.

“Don’t ask about the ending.”

…

Wang Xin is gone.

Shan Chong sat in his seat, staring at the diving platform in a daze. He was watching the game, but his mind was in a daze and he didn't know what he was thinking.

I just feel uncomfortable holding it in.

He couldn't remember the last time he had such a good chat with Wang Xin...

Maybe not since the day he announced his retirement.

Wang Xin, a middle-aged man who is not married, is like a homeless stray dog. He likes to bring Dai Duo to his home during the holidays. This habit has continued from the time Shan Chong started practicing big jump platform until his retirement.

In the first two years after Shan Chong retired, he still mentioned the platform jumping issue. After that, the old man and old lady of Shan Chong's family won the mixed doubles match, and they dared not say a word about it anymore. They just gave him gifts of all sizes...

He was polite to everyone except Shan Chong.

Shan Chong felt annoyed, so he simply didn't go home on New Year's Eve, and only knocked on the door on the morning of New Year's Day.

The man paused when he thought of this.

I raised my hand and tried to touch a cigarette out of habit, but then I remembered that I didn’t buy a new one after I smoked it last time…

Suddenly I felt a little irritated.

At this moment, a familiar voice sounded in his ears in a very polite tone.

"—can I ask you a question?"

Shan Chong remained in the posture of failing to take out a cigarette and did not move.

In fact, he had noticed the little girl since she came over to him. His eyes were always on the court in front of him, and his mind was full of random thoughts, but in reality his attention had been completely diverted... His eyeballs moved slightly in his eye sockets, and he glanced at her inconspicuously and said "hmm".

Not pretending to be cool.

I'm just afraid that I'll say something wrong again and someone will scold me for being a scumbag.

Wei Zhi was sitting next to him, a white, soft ball of hair, some of which was braided into a small whip, and the rest was loose, looking very fluffy...

Her long eyelashes fluttered.

"Just, just chatting?"

"good."

"I didn't mean to ignore you yesterday afternoon and this morning...well I did, I was just a little angry."

"It's OK."

"Oh, then, I saw Wang Xin from a distance just now...Did your coach scold you just now?"

"no."

There was a brief silence. Wei Zhi lowered his head and racked his brains to think of a topic, just like a lousy crosstalk artist who had been on stage for ten minutes talking about irrelevant things but couldn't get into the role, and was so short of words that he was bald.

She saw Wang Xin. She saw Wang Xin come and go. From the time he came to the time he left, the man had his back to her and his back was stiff the whole time. In the end, he became distraught, and just...

A little worried about him.

Do.

She had a crush on someone, but she didn't get the person. Instead, she discovered all her potential for kindness and softness.

She grasped her knees weakly with her hands and took a deep breath. She thought, since she was here now, she couldn't make a wasted trip. She should get straight to the point.

"Can I ask the next question then?"

"I didn't ask you to be silent."

"...I think it's better to ask you some questions in person."

Wei Zhi bit his lips subconsciously, biting the wound, and hissed in pain as he shrank his neck...

The man looked sideways and she immediately let go of his lips.

"Yesterday he backstabbed me and said that the day before yesterday he told me that you did that to me, and he just felt sorry for me - he made this up to trick me, right?"

After she asked the question, she stared at the man nervously, but she was disappointed to find that she had silenced him directly.

But I waited for a long time.

Her palms were sweating.

But she didn't know at this moment that Shan Chong had actually realized what it meant to confirm this question.

If I had let him go before, he might have said that I had lied to you, but there wouldn't be much else to it, and he would have just thought that I had lost my mind at the time and I was sorry.

But when these perfunctory and evasive words came to his lips, Wang Xin's voice suddenly appeared in his mind again.

The middle-aged man told him the chicken soup of life that he had summarized after he passed the ages of thirty and forty.

He said—

[A Chong, one does not have to live a life of glory and wealth, nor does one have to achieve success and fame... Life is short and will pass by in a flash.]

He said—

【You have to do what you want to do, regardless of the outcome. 】

Say what you want to say, do what you want to do, like who you want to like, you have to do it.

And then don't ask about the ending.

He was very impatient when he heard this, thinking that Wang Xin didn't understand anything. But at this moment, he suddenly remembered it again, and his chest suddenly filled up unexpectedly.

He just suddenly remembered that he was actually only twenty-seven years old.

What should a person of this age do? Even if he works from nine to five and is overwhelmed by life, he should still try to take some detours on the road that he is following step by step and seems to have a clear end in sight.

He was not deprived of these rights by anyone.

Admittedly, he has a lot of unfinished business.

But now, he suddenly thought that he might be able to solve one of them: for example, decide to become a person without morals and low quality.

“…”

Then he heard his slightly hoarse voice.

"Well, he lied to you."

I saw her turn her head out of the corner of my eye.

In those round, almond-shaped eyes with dark pupils, there seemed to be stars twinkling even in broad daylight. She tilted her small, round chin slightly and looked at him: "So?"

Her voice was filled with an uncontrollable tension.

After three seconds of no response, she raised her hand and gently poked his arm, urging him.

"so what?"

The little girl's voice was a little nasal, as if she was acting coquettishly, or as if she was suffocating from excessive nervousness.

He turned his head and looked back at her expressionlessly, and the moment their eyes met, he saw the twinkling stars in her eyes turn into the Milky Way.

"Speak now," she stared at him intently and asked, "The person you were talking about at the wine table the day before yesterday, was it me?"

He paused.

Finally, he nodded slowly.

She didn't miss any details of his nod. Her throat rolled, she choked, and then uttered a single syllable: "Hmm?"

"It's you."

She raised her hand and rubbed her eyes childishly. When she took her hand away, her eyes were red and she said, "Oh," "And then?"

"There is no one else. The person I like is you."

On the field behind him, an athlete rushed out of the diving platform, did a FScork of 1800°, and landed perfectly. Thunderous applause and enthusiastic whistles broke out from the audience, almost drowning out the man's voice.

The loud cheers were like thunder, and I didn't know who they were celebrating for.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, her almond-shaped pupils became crescents, she choked with laughter, tears rolled out and blurred her vision, she pressed her eyes heavily with the back of her hand...

The corners of the lips are raised.

"What a coincidence," she said, "Me too, I like you too."