Although it was not the peak dining time, there were still quite a few customers in the store. Seeing a monk and a handsome young man drinking, eating meat and having hot pot there, they still attracted a lot of attention.
However, the two, enjoying their meal, ignored those who looked at them with either inquiry or disdain. Hua Heshang simply didn't care what others thought, while Lianxing had become so used to the cold words and cold glances that she had become numb to them.
"Mr. Lianxing, you don't have to call me Little Master. I decided last night to use the surname Lao. Just call me 'Old Monk'!" Wu Chen touched the twelve scars on his head and said in a gangster tone.
Lian Xing was slightly stunned when she heard this, then she smiled again. This monk is really interesting!
"I wonder why you, little... 'old monk', fainted in the street in such a miserable state?" Lian Xing finally asked the question in her heart.
"I fell in love with a woman, but she disliked me because of my background and then cruelly abandoned me..."
Wu Chen, who was a little tipsy or perhaps didn't want to sober up, took a sip of beer and sneered, "Master Lian Xing, do you also think I'm pathetic?"
"'Old Monk' is a man of true temperament. As the saying goes, those who are too affectionate will always be hurt by the heartless. How can this person choose his own origin? Lian Xing is just a wandering person, so what qualifications do she have to feel that others are pitiful?" The light in Lian Xing's pair of charming eyes dimmed slightly.
"When wine enters the heart of sorrow, the sorrow becomes even greater. 'Old monk', if you really like that woman, the worst that can happen is that you return to secular life for her." Looking at the sad Hua Monk, Lian Xing gave him some advice out of sympathy.
"Forget about returning to secular life. Even I am willing to draw a clear line with the past and even give my true heart to my 'good sister', but she...she is dismissive...disdainful!" The depressed Wu Chen felt more and more aggrieved as he spoke, and took another sip of wine.
"That's enough. Drinking any more will harm your body." When Wu Chen was about to pour himself more wine, Lian Xing had already pressed the rim of his glass on the table.
"hehe……"
Wu Chen covered his aching heart with his hands, and unknowingly burst into tears again.
"Even a stranger I met by chance can show such concern for me. My 'good sister', why can't you see it? Can't you see the pain in my heart for you..."
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