People are divided into three types: strong people who enter the world, wise people who are out of the world, and fools who are pulled back and forth by fear and desire.

The so-called three views are just jokes that ordinary people make back.

These words were engraved by Wu Bei on the wall of a small fly restaurant brought to him by Ren Zhongping.

In the small restaurant less than ten square meters, five or six tables were placed in a crowded manner.

Even though it is over five o'clock in the morning, there are many people who can eat, including taxi drivers, workers who get off night shifts, young men and fashionable beauties with smell of wine. Although they have different identities, they can sit around a table because of a simple bowl of wontons. Perhaps this is the purest charm of food.

Smelling the smell of rice in the air, Wu Bei looked at the deep and shallow handwriting on the mottled wall next to him with great interest.

From "xx I love you" to "have a good mood every day", all kinds of words silently record the mood and expectations of those former consumers waiting for the arrival of food.

"People should be complicated. After all, they have to face similar intrigues every day. People should also be simple. To put it bluntly, it's just three meals a day."

Ren Zhongping slowly slid his skin and spoke slowly.

"You can make three meals a day, you can also pay attention to it."

Wu Bei sucked his nose twice and said, "I used to think it's good, but when I was rich and well-behaved, I think it's the truth."

"Hahaha."

Ren Zhongping grinned and said.

"The two sides of that coin are positive, right?"

Wu Bei grabbed a clove of white garlic that the other party had just dialed, threw it into his mouth, and chewed it in a crunchy mouth.

"You kid... should be too awake when you deceive yourself, and want to escape when you are awake."

Ren Zhongping did not answer positively, but instead inserted into the mixed-rat department and said in a hot air: "Actually, you have chosen it yourself long ago, but because you lack someone to be sure, but then again, people are rare to be sober!"

"It shouldn't be a rare confusion?"

Wu Bei frowned and asked.

"It is easy to be confused and difficult to wake up."

Ren Zhongping stretched and said, "We are having some drinks? We haven't been together for a long time and have been in a lively life."

"I won't drink anymore, I'll quit! I didn't have a brother who could drink a lot of wine. I just drank my robes, and even the family almost broke up."

Wu Bei shook his head and sighed: "The most important thing is that I don't know what I will get after so much."

"You are still too utilitarian. If everything can be exchanged in equal measure, there will be no endless struggles in this world."

Ren Zhongping first lit a cigarette, then took out a small iron bottle the size of a palm from his pocket, unscrewed the bottle mouth, and took a big sip on his own, as if he was being spicy, and hissed and coughed, "You might as well set your goal a little further, respect your loyalty first and then talk about interests. A gentleman does nothing but does everything."

"Um?"

Wu Bei opened his eyes wide without understanding.

Since the incident, Xu Nuo has been evaporated from the world. Maybe he did drink a lot tonight and went to bed when he got home. But according to normal logic, he couldn't hear any troubles of such a big thing. Wu Bei was waiting for him to take the initiative to contact him, but in the end he was waiting for loneliness.

"When the meal comes, fill your stomach first and then enrich your brain."

While talking, the waiter brought two bowls of steaming wontons to the two of them.

After struggling all night, Wu Bei was indeed hungry. He stopped talking and grabbed the chopsticks and pulled them into his mouth. Perhaps as Ren Zhongping said, if there was something in his stomach, his mind would not think about it. The fog rising from the bowl instantly blurred Wu Bei's cheeks. The moment he stuffed a thin skin and thin flesh into his mouth, two bean-sized tears instantly rolled into the soup.

But no one except himself saw it clearly.

Both of them were very fast, and in a short while, they made a clean bowl like a wind storm.

When Wu Bei raised his head again, he saw Ren Zhongping holding disposable chopsticks and engraving words on the wall with strong force.

"Everyone fights courage, and the king is wise!"

Soon, eight very regular small calligraphy appeared in front of Wu Bei.

The characters are staggered and intertwined, and the lines are scattered. Ren Zhongping's handwriting is very casual, and you can tell at a glance that it is a symbol of years and years.

"Uncle Ren, I don't believe it if you say that you have no name on the Calligraphy Association."

Wu Bei licked his mouth and smiled slightly.

"Appreciate the text and the realm, read the words and meanings, encourage yourself! Encourage together!"

Ren Zhongping touched his side face, threw the chopsticks that had just been used as a pen to aside, and then burped comfortably and said, "I'm full, if nothing is wrong, let's make an appointment in two days?"

"You're leaving again?"

Wu Bei is a little reluctant. When people are most helpless, they always hope to have something to rely on. Even though Ren Zhongping did not bring any substantial assistance to Wu Bei, with him beside him, Wu Bei would feel particularly different.

"Not yet, but I'm afraid of getting into trouble for myself when I always show up in public."
Chapter completed!