3.61         Torture

However, Xian Haixing was afraid that his manuscript would be soaked in the rain, so he quickly took the notebook by Brother Zhang, quickly put it in his bag, and put it under his clothes, thinking to himself: "Why didn't he ask about my affairs? If you don't do this, my situation will be questioned! If a bird man has no ability, don't let me embarrass you everywhere."

At this time, Wu Bipo was not in the mood to look at it anymore. He just thought it was very good, and smiled to himself, "This is very good." As he said that, he saw Brother Zhang frowning at the raindrops in the sky and thought to himself, "You should not use this gaze to question it. I don't pay attention to this bowl of rice."

Brother Zhang smiled and said, "Mr. Wu, just vote." As he said that, he patted his shoulder lightly, coughed slightly, and thought to himself, "You all agree with this, and it's not that you don't have the ability to do this. Otherwise, you shouldn't join in the fun here."

However, it seems that it is harder to make this down-and-out middle-aged scholar famous for his martial arts. He thought to himself: "I don't have this talent, so I won't be this sucker. Everything has a reason. Otherwise, people wouldn't find you for no reason. This matter is yours. I don't have this ability, so why bother to come to this muddy water!" Thinking of it, he shook his head and said, "Mr. Zhang, you are the big boss." As he said that, he sucked into the cigarette holder.

Originally, Xian Haixing was going to leave. After all, this ridiculed a lot.

However, at this moment, the raindrops outside became heavier and heavier. Although the strong wind did not blow much, there was no sign of weakening. Of course, the raindrops floating into the pavilion gradually decreased a lot, which allowed these people to temporarily shelter from the rain.

At this time, everyone could not feel the pure raindrops and the kiss of their skin.

Wu Bipo seemed to think that he, a birdman, had similar pursuits to him before, and couldn't help but look at him more and thought to himself: "I have been forced by life, so I have to give up this hobby. Although I read books all the time, it is a kind of entertainment, a kind of excuse, and a manifestation of insufficient willpower. However, I often call it "just this is studying science and human nature." Thinking of it, I looked at Brother Zhang from time to time.

Obviously, he hoped that Brother Zhang Yi, the old classmate, could extend a hand of strength to Xian Haixing. Obviously, it was very good, this was a bitch archery problem. Not long afterwards, he saw that Brother Zhang Yi had no meaning, so he looked at Xian Xinghai again, read the manuscript again, and returned the phone to him, thinking to him, "When will the mother-in-law be like this?" Thinking of this, seeing the down-and-out and thin expression of his desire to make progress, he didn't know what to do for a while, so he kept wiping his head, as if he was a monk who had just become a monk.

At this time, a little Taoist priest came and walked towards this side with a small umbrella, holding a few umbrellas in his hand. When the little Taoist priest approached them, he handed them a small umbrella and smiled at them and said, "You can use it."

"Why are you going to pay back?"

He smiled at Brother Zhang, and the little Taoist priest replied, "When you leave, you can just put it in the pavilion or the head gate." Brother Zhang smiled and said, "Thank you!" As he said that, he withdrew his smile.

"Life is all useful, and you will have to return it at that time."

Looking at his hurried back, Brother Zhang looked at the umbrella in front of him and couldn't help but turn his head and thought to himself: "This sentence is a copy of 'I won't bring it to life, and I won't take it away'. This just adds weight to the process of life." Thinking, looking into the distance, waiting for a while, then thinking to himself, "I invested in Xian Haixing, can he return the funds?" Thinking, he hummed his nose and sighed at the umbrella, as if there was a lot of helplessness.

Obviously, this is hard to say. Investment is also another kind of practice under gambling, and it is also a competition for the Colosseum. Those who do not understand this are not worthy of investing. Political economy is politics ahead of them. Students who do not understand this do not have the introductory knowledge of the economy, and even if they get full marks in every exam, they will not be able to withstand the torture of reality in the future.

After waiting for a while, Zhang Yi Ge thought to himself: "If this is not possible, can his works return value to the world like big works? This is almost impossible." Thinking of it, he couldn't help but sigh, and saw that the little raindrops were much smaller, and he said, "I haven't walked in the rain like this for a long time. Let's take a walk."

This seemed to be soliciting meaning, but he held up a small umbrella and was about to walk out. Seeing this, they stood up and also held up a small umbrella in their hands.

Therefore, the boss often speaks insincerely, and the key is to rely on his actions. Otherwise, the person will be fooled by the language and writing of this type of bird man.

In a moment, three men held up small umbrellas and walked under the raindrops. The ticked raindrops fell on the umbrellas, as if they were asking them not to speak, as if they wanted them to listen silently to the rotation of the clock, as if they wanted them to count the unity under the rosary.

At this time, they were like well-behaved pilgrims, walking piously with small steps, not saying anything, for fear of disturbing the Jade Emperor's dream.

Perhaps, walking in the rain is a poetic feeling; perhaps, walking in the rain is a kind of waiting; perhaps, walking in the rain is a helplessness of seeking Buddha and immortality; perhaps, walking in the rain is actually nothing, just a high-sounding move that is just due to face.

Brother Zhang looked at Wu Bipo. Seeing that Wu Bipo was also looking at him at this time, it seemed to remind him: "Bian Zhilin's "Out of context": 'You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, and the people who are watching the scenery are looking at you upstairs. The bright moon decorates your window, and you decorate other people's dreams.' You Wu Bipo don't want to look at me anymore." Thinking of it, he twisted his neck, felt better, and smiled a little, as if saying that he had not passed away. Then he thought to himself, "These Japanese who ask for money often don't know how to stop."

After waiting for a while, he looked at the road conditions and walked slowly. Zhang Yi Ge thought to himself: "This Xian Haixing's work allows you to see your dreams. But you want me to invest in his scenery." Thinking of it, he couldn't help but hum. Seeing that the raindrops were getting bigger, he couldn't help frowning, and then thought to himself, "But he seems to be close to you, and his intention is obvious. It is for you to help him. If his works are good, then he can decorate my window and my door." Thinking of it, he couldn't help but yawn.

Yes. In fact, Brother Zhang is also watching Wu Bipo.

Few people are willing to take the initiative to bear the risks, but there are often many people who compete for the sharing of results.

At this time, Brother Zhang thought to himself: "If you are really optimistic about this small investment, if you are really optimistic about the martial arts, you will still have the ability to invest. Are you at this level? Are you just investing in others like this?"

Afterwards, the two of them turned to separate, and they did not seem to find the corresponding frequency of intersection, as if they were rays.

I don’t know how long it took, but the rain stopped. They walked into the original pavilion again and put the small umbrella into the umbrella bucket.

Brother Zhang said, "Why don't we sit here?" Xian Haixing nodded silently and sat down. Instead, he stood up and pulled Wu Bipo's sleeves, and smiled and said, "Sit, please sit!"

(End of this chapter)
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