Chapter 276: 367 chapters, Walking with Love Eleven

367 chapters, Walking with Love Eleven

367 chapters, Walking with Love Eleven

(I wanted to chat a few words with friends, then continue writing)

I can't remember who said it (it seems like Lu Xun, Xun Ge said): Some victors are willing to have opponents as fierce as tigers, as sharp as eagles, only then do they feel the joy and satisfaction of victory.

So, some people specialize in speaking ill of celebrities, looking for their flaws (people aren't gods, everyone has shortcomings, no one is perfect, gold isn't pure, celebrities also have flaws), wanting to borrow the celebrity's fame to make a name for themselves.

If the opponent were like a sheep, like a chick (like me. I, am not even as good as a chick. A chick can still lay an egg; eggs are a common food, people buy them year-round, there is demand, and they have high nutritional value, while I am merely a small bird that lives by the city spring river, knowing only to chirp aimlessly), then he would feel that victory is boring.

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Once, that A Q drank a little liquor. He was about sixty percent drunk; in his hazy, drunken vision, he saw a glimmer of life: he suddenly felt he would become wealthy, have money, even become a small boss.

He was extremely happy.

When encountering joyous events, one's spirit refreshes; thus he ran through the streets, singing as he ran.

"………Good!... Good!... …From now on, I will have whatever I want, I will like whoever I like………got it, clang clang!... That Zhao boss's sister, she's a bit ugly, helping her brother keep accounts, she just does nothing all day, even shouting at workers. Originally I wanted to call her, now that I'm a boss, I look down on her; the daughter of the cook Zhou Qi's wife from the canteen, she still has some looks, in a few years, after I become wealthier, I'll talk about it then! There are better, prettier ones, then……."

This boring A Q!

If your opponent were like an A Q or something, you'd also find it boring (actually, friend, I'm not even as good as an A Q).

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The small birds that rise in the early morning still sing on the trees by the road, and their song never ceases. I don't know where they get all those lyrics; no matter how they sing, I don't understand a single sentence.

If I could also grow tall like a male, how great that would be! When I am utterly exhausted, I could go to the forest to freely load their songs, then return and listen quietly by myself.

"Tell me, morning bird, how can the messenger of the East pass through the darkness of sky and leaves to now reach that road of wealth in dreams?"

"You can keep walking along that road in the dream, straight ahead. Look, what lies before you is the vast blue sea. Keep walking on, and you will have a bosom as broad as the sea…"

The sun rose higher and higher, the night completely disappeared. Yet this world, as the sun rose, lost trust in me—is this because as I age, I lose trust…?

(Please don't leave, I still have something to say――――Wishing you friends good luck every day, every day a good mood!)