The hot pot that Zhao Fusheng invited Yu Feihong to eat at dinner, the two of them simply ordered something, and Yu Feihong, who had rested for a day, was bright and moving, even if he sat there, he gave people a sense of tranquility.

The soup in the hot pot was boiling, and Zhao Fusheng added vegetables and meat to it.

Yu Feihong just looked at it, quietly, and then asked, "Do you drink?"

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

"Then you have a drink, I'll drink. Yu Feihong said.

Zhao Fusheng nodded and asked the waiter to bring in three bottles of beer and a bottle of drink.

"Cheers. ”

"Cheers. ”

The two of them clinked glasses and drank it all in one gulp.

"I didn't say just three beers. Yu Feihong glanced at Zhao Fusheng and smiled.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Liquor hurts the body, beer nourishes the stomach, just drink." ”

A flash of brilliance flashed in Yu Feihong's eyes, few men do not persuade themselves to drink but to drink less when facing themselves.

"You know, I'm very boyish. Yu Feihong said with a smile.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "I can see it." ”

can be called Feige, Yu Feihong naturally has a kind of pride that belongs to a man.

Glancing at Zhao Fusheng, Yu Feihong said: "You are still the first man who does not persuade me to drink." ”

Zhao Fusheng laughed: "I have a friend named Tan Kaixuan, he said: When you meet someone with sinister intentions, no matter how kind you are, he will think that you are pretending. ”

Yu Feihong was stunned and nodded: "That's right, but there are always some special people, aren't they?"

Zhao Fusheng shrugged his shoulders and didn't say anything, but picked up the vegetables and meat in the hot pot and lowered his head to eat.

His current mental age is in his forties, not in his early twenties, although he admires Yu Feihong very much, but Zhao Fusheng does not think that there is any further development between the two of them.

Friends or something, Zhao Fusheng didn't think about it for the time being, it's not that Yu Feihong is bad, but Zhao Fusheng feels that people are stars, and he is just an outsider.

Yu Feihong looked at Zhao Fusheng, this boy has been eating with his head bowed all the time, occasionally saying a few words to himself, no more, no less, just right, in all fairness, she rarely sees such a person.

"The first time I heard Lao Jiang talk about you, I was a little surprised. "The first time two strangers sat down to eat together, after the necessary greetings, it was natural to talk about mutual friends, such as Jiang Wen.

"Yes, Mr. Jiang seems to praise me a lot. Zhao Fusheng said.

Yu Feihong shook his head: "No, he said that you are not a fuel-efficient lamp." ”

Zhao Fusheng was stunned, then put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and made a gesture to call: "I have to ask Teacher Jiang, how can this person be like this, and he said that he was short of people behind his back." ”

Yu Feihong laughed, obviously, she knew that Zhao Fusheng would not make that call.

"I'm a mature person. Zhao Fusheng tilted his head and thought about it, and explained to Feihong: "Maybe in the eyes of others, this is the reason why the scheming is too deep." ”

Zhao Fusheng's outlook on life was undoubtedly formed through the tempering of time and experience.

After decades of ups and downs, any adult will form his own life experience in his heart, and Zhao Fusheng is naturally the same.

"There's nothing wrong with being mature. Surprisingly, Yu Feihong agreed with Zhao Fusheng's words, nodded and said: "Although our family is not a scholarly family, my father told me when I was very young that a person must strive to realize his self-worth, otherwise living is equivalent to leaving no value." ”

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "It makes sense, my uncle is a wise man." ”

"Wisdom can't be talked about, he is a businessman, and naturally he has his own way of dealing with the world. Yu Feihong said with a smile: "In my father's opinion, people should strive to realize their own value in life, and secondly, they should take care of their relatives. Again, it is necessary to try to help those kind ordinary people, because helping others is a happy thing. ”

Zhao Fusheng laughed: "It's all reasonable, when you float a big white." ”

As he spoke, he held up the drink in front of him.

Yu Feihong smiled, clinked glasses with Zhao Fusheng, and then drank it all.

Since ancient times, Chinese people have liked to talk about things at the wine table, for the simple reason that it is easy to get closer to two strangers because of drinking.

It's like Yu Feihong and Zhao Fusheng, in the process of drinking and chatting, the strangeness of each other naturally decreases.

"Have you ever thought about writing "The Devil is Coming" into a book?" Obviously, what Yu Feihong did to Zhao Fusheng is very clear.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "I'm not interested in being an empty writer. ”

Yu Feihong asked curiously: "What is an empty writer?"

"Most so-called writers can be described as empty writers. Zhao Fusheng's face was a little red in the swirling of the hot pot, and he said casually: "Because these people can only use their mouths to speak, but not to do things." It's better to say than to sing, but there is no practical experience at all. Of course, some people may not even understand what they say......"

"According to what you say, shouldn't that be more important than the text?" Yu Feihong laughed.

Zhao Fusheng thought for a while and nodded: "Wasn't this the case before? Science students look down on liberal arts students, foreign literature students look down on Chinese literature students, literature students look down on philosophy students, philosophy students look down on sociology students, sociology departments look down on education students, education students have nothing to look down on, they can only look down on their own teachers." ”

"Hahahaha......" Yu Feihong almost slapped the table and laughed, she felt that this young man was too funny.

This trip to Ninghai is really worth it.

"Isn't that funny? Looking at Yu Feihong helplessly, Zhao Fusheng asked.

Yu Feihong nodded: "It's interesting." ”

"Eat, eat. ”

"Good, good. ”

The two of them continued to eat, and occasionally Zhao Fusheng would ask about some things in Yu Feihong's circle, and Yu Feihong also knew everything, and the meal was full of joy for the guests and hosts.

Yu Feihong really only drank three bottles of beer, and then he didn't drink a drop of wine, but drank it with Zhao Fusheng.

"I'll give it to you. Zhao Fusheng looked at the sky outside and said to Feihong.

Yu Feihong frowned slightly, and then nodded: "It's okay." ”

It's warm and cold. Although the spring is cold, although the leaves have not had time to poke their heads out, they first shyly hit a few flower bones, and the spring breeze blows, and they can't help but slowly bloom and smile.

The two of them walked side by side on the road, the stars in the sky flashed and flashed, and Zhao Fusheng suddenly laughed.

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

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "I just suddenly felt that being able to walk on this road with Sister Fei is probably something I never thought of." ”

Yu Feihong glanced at Zhao Fusheng, inexplicably, feeling that this big boy seemed to have a story.