Geng Xin seems to see Chen's father's sorrow, he can roughly guess, but it is only a guess, for him, he has a family, has not started a business, of course, the ideal in his heart is still strong, his literary dream has been continuing, of course, his current task is to take care of the homestay, to his wife and the next generation to set up a warm nest, a warm harbor, these are his own work, but he can also have a lot of free time every day, these time, he is bound to make good use of it.

The conversation between the two lasted until the night was cool and misty, of course, both of them knew that the "literary dream" they pursued was a long march of thousands of miles, they were just one of them walking on the road, whether they could go to the end, or an unknown, although they were full of confidence, but the ups and downs of their hearts appeared from time to time, the real wise people rarely used their mouths to talk about dreams, they were mostly silent, moving forward.

Chen Tong drank a lot of wine, tossed and turned in bed and couldn't sleep, he was awake, he recalled the past along the way, and slowly a sadness came to his heart, he recalled his youth, that period of exile, he felt that during that time, it was like falling into a mess of mud, unable to extricate himself, and unable to move.

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