"Maybe what you said makes sense, there are some things that don't need to be forced, and even if they do, it's in vain. Then let's face it calmly!"

Yang Zhihe said such things, I couldn't help but feel sorry for his relationship, I think his calm face is a silent breakup, although I haven't met his female fan, but my intuition tells me that the female fan definitely really wants to get along with Yang Zhihe, if Yang Zhihe gives up like this, then/, I'm too incompetent as his good buddy. So I comforted: "What the hell you say is easy, how can you face it calmly, is your calm face just let go? If that's how you kid really isn't a man, just because I've never known you, don't say you know me wherever you go in the future." We will never get along with each other from the rest of the year. ”

"Don't get excited! Yang Zhihe saw me say so coldly, and then said to me: "Is what you said so serious?"

When I heard this, I became even more angry and scolded: "You/, such a good girl, you actually said to face it calmly, and just gave up, you said it was not serious." I don't know how God would make such a beautiful woman like you and can't mention Adou. ”

Yang Zhihe was scolded by me without saying a word, and sat in front of me like a grandson silently. I felt that he also had a little repentance, so he softened and said: "This is originally your personal matter, I shouldn't talk too much, but as your friend, good buddy, if I don't say something today, then I'm not even a animal." How can I be worthy of being called your good buddy in front of others. Even if you are angry today, I shouldn't say this about you in front of you, but I still have to say to you, in this life, you can meet a few women who are really good to you, there are only a handful, he/is really not much, there is no such shop after this village, you can meet such a good woman as Gao Hui, you should cherish, you should not easily say let go, understand? ”

"I understand what you say, but life is like a dandelion, it seems to be free, but it can't help itself. There are some things that I don't care about, and I don't want to fight for them. It's about caring, and what can I do if I fight for it. If, "

Hearing Yang Zhihe's words, he/, I felt like I was talking to a fool/force for a long time, and I still didn't understand what I said, and before he could continue, I interrupted him and said: "There are no ifs in life, only consequences and results." Destiny can only be controlled by oneself, and others cannot control it. ”

At the end of my talk, my excited voice trembled a little, so much so that I stood up and said to Yang Zhihe: "You listen to me, I don't allow you to give up Gao Hui, never allow." ”

I don't know why I'm so concerned about Yang Zhihe's affairs, although we have had trouble before, I have never spoken to him in this tone.

Yang Zhihe was shocked by my sudden tone, stared at me in amazement and said, "You don't have a fever today!"

"You're just having a fever. If you're serious, don't give up on Gao Hui easily, my gut tells me that she is definitely a good woman. There are not many good women in today's society, and there are even fewer good women who are good to themselves. Brother, remember what buddy said today. Don't give up until you have to. ”

Yang Zhihe suddenly took out his mobile phone and looked at it, and then said to me: "It's not too early, okay, I know, I should go back to writing a novel." ”

Hearing this kid suddenly say that he was writing a novel, I just stopped being angry, and suddenly I got up again and scolded: "You're stupid! ”

Yang Zhihe didn't get angry at me for calling him stupid/forced, and said in a calm tone: "Yes, I have to write every day, because it is a serial novel, readers will come to see it every day, if you don't write it for a day, readers will think that your attitude is not good, and choose to read other novels." ”

When I heard Yang Zhihe's words, I was speechless, and I was still thinking about the novels he wrote. Instead of scolding him this time, I gave a disdainful middle finger.

Yang Zhihe shook his head helplessly and did not speak, but left the chair with his butt and stood up. I knew he was going to go.

I hurriedly said, "You/your mother really want to go back and continue to write novels, don't think about Gao Hui in Xuzhou." ”

"Writing novels on the Internet really can't be interrupted. ”

"Damn! I've put up with you for a long time. As I spoke, I punched Yang Zhihe in the face. I used all the strength of my body for this punch, and Yang Zhihe fell to the ground in an instant, blood flowing from his mouth.

I don't regret beating my grandson because he really owes it. When are you still a novel, a novel.

After Yang Zhihe fell to the ground, he wiped the blood from his mouth with his hand, and then patted the dust on his buttocks, preparing to get up and leave again.

Seeing him like this, I was terrified: "Novel, novel, you know the about fiction." What else is your psyche besides fiction. ”

"I don't have to tell you what I have in mind, I just have to write novels, and I have to write every day. ”

"Damn! I see you're still not sober. ”

As I spoke, it was a punch to the other side of Yang Zhihe's face.

This time Yang Zhihe was on guard, dodged my fist, and instead punched me, hesitating that I was defenseless, and was hit by Yang Zhihe's grandson.

Damn, it seems that he used all his strength with this fist, and in an instant I felt my face hot,

touched it with his hand and looked at Yang Zhihe.

Yang Zhihe looked like crazy like me, and said in fear: "You, haven't you had enough fights? I know you're doing it for my good, but do you know what? Why do I want to go back to writing novels now? I tell you, I wrote for Gao Hui, and she likes to read my novels, you know?"

I was stunned, looking at Yang Zhihe going crazy like I was afraid, I didn't speak. Because I knew that Yang Zhihe's heart was very painful at the moment, and the pain couldn't be expressed in words, so I looked at him stupidly and vented in front of me.

"Why don't you say it, keep talking, are you being beaten stupid by me?" Yang Zhihe asked with an angry look at me.

"I'm sorry, Zhihe, but I underestimated your dedication to this love. Thought you chose to write a novel in order to escape the pain. I said apologetically.

"I'm telling you, I didn't run away from it in the first place. I just don't want you to see my sad face, because today you have come to me to comfort you. ”

If Yang Zhihe didn't say this, I would have forgotten the original intention of coming to him today. I suddenly smiled shallowly: "Damn, you also know that I came to you to comfort me, you see that my face has been beaten into meat buns by you." I said, pointing to my face.

"Are you looking at my face, haven't you been beaten into a meat bun?" Yang Zhihe said, pointing to his face.