"If a person has always believed that he is different from others since he was a child, then..." the old beggar suddenly smiled lonelyly, "He will really be different from others."

The little beggar blinked without understanding.

"But unfortunately, this kind of difference is just different, and does not mean that you are better than others," said the old beggar. "Although in most cases, you can still do better than most people, but (there is always a place here), this does not make you the top group of people--in this undercurrent, if you don't climb to the top, then you are just a larger fish struggling in the net, and your situation is even worse than those fry that have escaped because of their tiny."

"What you mean is that you should strive for the best in life. If you fall in the middle, it will be no different from the downstream?" the little beggar thought.

"No, no, no," the old beggar waved his hand, "I mean, if a person has the heart to compete for the best, but does not have the strength and luck to compete for the best, then the result is likely to be - stranded!"

"I understand, "The tiger falls into the sun and is bullied by dogs, and the dragon is trapped in the shallows and is caught by shrimps." said the little beggar.

"Lio dog, just a chameleon." The old beggar laughed.

After a long struggle, the sun quietly sets westward.

The old and the young man continued to talk about strange topics, carrying a vine basket filled with fish and snakes, and returning to the ruined temple.

"I remember who said that there are three dishes and one soup?" The little beggar suddenly looked meditated.

"I have eaten two fish, have you never heard of you?" the old beggar curled his lips.

Fish can be used to make soup and cook.

"That's just two dishes and one soup." said the little beggar.

"The third dish will be delivered to your door soon." The old beggar smiled mysteriously.

He guessed very accurately.

Wow!

A skinny dog ​​blocked the two of them.

No, what it stopped was just a little beggar.

The little beggar showed a look of fear.

"Is the injury on your foot bitten by a dog?" asked the old beggar.

The little beggar was sweating coldly and didn't say anything.

"Is it just that this beast bites?" the old beggar asked again.

The little beggar clenched his fists.

"It's so good." The old beggar smiled, "I will pass on your treasure method now - the dog-beating rod method!"

(End of this article)

End of Easter Egg:

On a cold night, the temple was destroyed.

Bonfire, stars.

Crack, crackle...

The temple is filled with fragrance.

Two old and young people sat on the ground, feasting.

"I said to be an old ghost." The little beggar suddenly asked, "Have your arm injury healed?"

"This little injury has long disappeared." The old beggar said casually.

"It was also bitten by a dog?" the little beggar smiled.

"You were bitten by a dog." The old beggar stared at him, "This is human beings."

"Human? Who?" the little beggar asked curiously.

"It's two people." The old beggar said to the sky, "One likes to paint gods and paint ghosts, and the other likes to have strange diseases and strange diseases, they are all old bastards."

"So it's an old bastard fighting." The little beggar kept nodding.

The night is getting darker.

Speaking of which, you may not believe it, he did it first (pointing to the bed/computer/food/animation/books/toilet/customers/work/naughty kids… said)!

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!