The perfect future of rebirth

Dinner, Zhao Fei lives, please in the hot pot of Feihong, two people have a simple point, rest for a day, Feihong, Ming Yan, even if sitting there, give people a quiet feel.

The soup in the hot pot boil, Zhao Poked into the inside, add meat.

Yu Fei looked elseworthen, quietly, then asked: "Drink?"

Zhao Poizon shook his head: "I usually don't drink."

"Then you drink a drink, I drink." Yufei Road.

Zhao Poked nodded and called the waiter to send three bottles of beer and a bottle of drink.

"Cheers."

"Cheers."

Two people hit the cup, every drink.

"I didn't say only three bottles of beer." Yu Feihong looked at Zhao Yu life and smiled.

Zhao Poked nodded: "White wine hurts, beer stomach, drink a drink."

It flashed a lot of light in Feihong's eyes, and few men did not persuade alcohol but to drink less.

"Do you know, my character is especially boy." Yu Feihong smiled.

Zhao Poked smiled: "Look out."

It can be called Fei Ge, and there is naturally a man who belongs to a man in Feihong's body.

I looked at Zhao Yu lived, Yu Feihong said: "You are still the first, don't advise me to drink alcohol."

Zhao Poked Life laughed: "I have a friend, called Tan Jie, he said: When you met the sinister people, no matter how good you are, he will think you are in camouflage."

Yu Feihong, nodded: "That's right, but there is a very special person, isn't it?"

Zhao Poizon shrugged, no sound, but launched the vegetables and meat in the hot pot, bowing down.

His psychological age is forty years old, not twenty, although it is very appreciative to Feihong, but Zhao Po lives do not think there is any further development between two people.

What is the friend, Zhao Poisheng has never thought about it, not Yufeng is not good, but Zhao Poisheng feels that people are stars, they are just a circle, and they have to have an intersection, their lives are still going to return.

Yu Fei looked at Zhao Poisheng, this boy has been there to eat something, occasionally talking about a few words, not many, just right, flat, she rarely see such people.

"When I first listened to your ginger, I still felt a little surprised." Two strangers sat together for the first time, and if necessary, naturally, it is a common friend, such as Jiang Wen.

"Yes, Teacher Jiang did not boast me less." Zhao Poked.

Yufeihong shakes his head: "No, he said that you guys, not the light of the pot."

Zhao Poisheng was stunned, then put down the chopsticks, rubbed the mouth, and made a call: "I have to ask Jiang Teacher, how can this person like this, saying that people are long."

Yu Feihong smiled, it was clear that she knew that Zhao Po is not playing that phone.

"I am this person, it is more mature." Zhao Poisheng thought about it, for Feihong explained: "It may be a reason to be too deep, this is the reason why the heart is too deep."

Zhao Poisheng's outlook on life is undoubtedly formed by the tempering of time and experience.

Floating for decades, any adult will form your own experience in your heart, Zhao Po is nature.

"There is nothing wrong with maturity." Surprisingly, Yu Fei is very much agree with Zhao Po lifetime, I nodded: "Although our family is not a book, I will tell me when my father is very small, and a person must work hard to achieve self. Value, otherwise it will be equal to no value. "

Zhao Poizon nodded: "It is very reasonable, and the uncle is a wise person."

"The wisdom is not talking, he is a businessman, naturally has his own way for people to do." Yu Feihong smiled: "In my dad, people live to work hard to achieve their own value, I have to take care of it." Your loved ones. Another thing is to try to help those good ordinary people, because helping others, is a happy thing. "

Zhao Poisheng laughed: "It is very reasonable, it is a big white."

To talk, he raised his drink in front of him.

Yu Feihong smiled, and Zhao Poked with a cup, then he dreamed.

Since ancient times, Chinese people like to talk about things on the wine table. The reason is simple, because drinking this thing, it is easy to close the relationship between two strangers.

It is like Feihong and Zhao Po. The process of drinking and chatting, and the strangeness of each other will naturally be reduced.

"Have you ever thought about it, write" devils "to write a book?" It is clear that Yu Feihong has done in Zhao Po.

Zhao Poisheng shook his head: "I am not interested in doing a short writer."

Yu Feihong curiously asked: "What is a blank literary person?"

"Most of the so-called writers can be said to be empty." Zhao Po lingering face is a little red in the hot pot, said: "Because these people will only use their mouth, not to do things. Let's say that it's better than singing. It can practice is half point. Of course, some people may say that I don't understand ... "

"According to your statement, shouldn't it be heavy?" Yu Feihong laughed.

Zhao Poisheng thought about it, nodded: "It's just like this. The students can't afford to understand the liberal students, and the students of foreign literature look down on the students of the Chinese Literature, the literary department of the literary department, the students of the philosophy, the students of the philosophy, the students can see the academic department Students, the sociology industry is indifferent to the students of education, and the students of the education department can not look at it, they can only look down on their own teachers. "

"Hahaha ..." Yu Feihong was almost shot, she felt that this young man is really fun.

This time, the trip to Ninghai is really ignored.

"Is there so a lot of laughter." Helpless looked at Feihong, Zhao Yu lived.

Yufei nodded: "It is fun."

"Eat, eat."

"It's good."

Two people continue to eat, occasionally Zhao Zhao lives will ask the things in Feihong some circles. Yu Feihong is also aware of nothing, and a meal is the guests.

Yu Fei really only had three bottles of beer, then dripping is not stained, but drinking with Zhao Po.

"I will send you." Zhao Poked looked at the sky outside, for Fei Hong.

Yu Feihong's eyebrows, then nodded: "It is good."

It's cold. Although the spring is cold, although the leaves have not come and explore their heads, they have made a few flowers of flowers, and the spring breeze passed, and they couldn't help but slowly laughed.

Two people walk around on the road, the stars in the sky flashed, and Zhao Poked life suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing?" Yu Feihong was a bit surprised.

Zhao Poisheng shook his head: "It is suddenly feel that you can walk on this road with Feijie, probably I have never thought about it."

Yu Fei looked at Zhao Poisheng, inexplicably, I feel that this big boy seems to have a story.