In this world, there are people who are alive and who are dead, and there are people who are dead, and he is still alive.

In fact, Wu Liang has always liked this sentence, because he feels that this sentence shows a way of inheritance of human civilization.

A way to pass on the spiritual flame to give oneself an alternative way of eternal life.

Isn't there a saying that people have to experience three deaths in their lives, the first time is when you stop breathing and stop your heart beating in a hospital bed, which is called death in the biological sense. The second time is when you're buried, and everybody watches you get put in a little coffin and then buried in the earth, and what is that called? It's called announcing your departure to the whole society. That is, death in the sociological sense. The third time is the departure of the person who still remembers you in the whole universe, when that person is completely gone, you will have no trace in this universe, this is the real sense of death.

You have completely disappeared from the memory of humanity in this universe.

It was like a drop of rain falling from the sky and smashing a piece of the ground, but it didn't take long for its traces to disappear.

No one cares what goes through in between.

Just like Wu Liang himself, he only made any contribution in just twenty or thirty years from life to death?

No!

But he also had dreams!

Memories flood in......

What I want to say is that in fact, people's memories are not so easy to forget, they are just hiding, hiding, and then waiting for an opportunity to gush out from your eyes!

Wu Liang remembers that when he was writing essays in high school, he would often write an inscription.

I think it's like it's very high.

I remember that at that time, I was used to sad spring and autumn, and I was used to writing some sentences that moaned without illness, but in the end it didn't really work.

He didn't live off words, he didn't become a poet or a writer or an editor, but he became an ordinary salesman.

At that time, the dream had already become an after-dinner conversation.

I think he liked a sentence very much, like a poem from Kitajima.

What is it?

Oh yes, I remember.

At that time we had dreams, about literature, about love, about traveling through the world. Now we drink late at night, and the glasses touch together, and it is the sound of broken dreams.

I remember that I only knew that this sentence was good, but I didn't know where it was good, but when I really knew, Wu Liang had been living for half his life.

So dreams are really an unrealistic thing, and you can't take the liberty of thinking that you can be successful just because some people are successful.

Life is like a play, in fact, what most people get is a script.

Wu Liang still remembers an inscription he wrote, maybe the original text was wrong, but Wu Liang felt that it could be said to be the best sentence he had written.

The sentence is written like this: A drop of rain falls from the sky and smashes into the ground, and the trajectory of this is a lifetime.

It's a simple truth.

To be honest, one person can write a bunch of them.

But this does contain Wu Liang's feelings about life at the beginning.

Most people don't have much meaning in life.

Wu Liang chuckled, feeling ridiculous for his gratuitous thoughts.

It's so idle!

Wu Liang felt that he was really cheap, with such a good life, but he had nothing to think about these meaningless things.

What is a dream?Can I eat?Can I drink?Can I help you marry a daughter-in-law?

Wu Liang threw those boring thoughts out of his mind and looked at the door.

They came early, but few of them came!

Now although there are a lot of people in Shanyuan Restaurant, they are only some rich families in the city, and their status is not very high, let alone Bai Yutang, even Wu Liang did not regard them as hidden dangers, to tell the truth, they are all people who see the wind and steer, and they have been rich families in Lin'an City for many years.

Wu Liang looked at these people and suddenly felt a little sad.

What is the difference between these people and beggars?

It's just that he put on a gorgeous dress, can eat well, and sleep well.

Beyond that, is their fate in their own hands?

Of course not!

No one in this world has his life in his own hands.

In this battle, whether Bai Yutang wins or Hua Longyu wins, the pattern of Lin'an City will be redivided.

When the time comes, they casually throw down a bun, and the group will go up and grab food.

Grab food with vicious dogs!

Or rather, they are vicious dogs.

Wu Liang has never taken these people to heart, but there is information about them that has been recorded with Diewei.

From this information, Wu Liang could see the faces of these people.

The same ugliness, the same dislike.

Wu Liang looked at a person in the corner of the banquet hall.

The man was dressed in white, with a flattering smile on his face, which was close to that of the person next to him.

That's the guy who used a meat bun to lure the vicious dog into fighting the beggar.

The smile on his face was much more sincere when he was amusing it than it was at this time.

Wu Liang retracted his gaze, picked up the wine glass, and took a sip gently.

He didn't want to trouble that person, after all, that meat bun had saved his life in the first place.

Of course, he is not a virgin, after all, he gave his self-esteem at the beginning.

Although it seems that self-esteem is nothing in front of life.

O man!

It's always so easy to fall.

Wu Liang found that he seemed to be sad again.

This does not bode well.

Hurry up!

Wu Liang looked at Hua Yueling beside him, gently reached out and grabbed her waist, and pulled her into his arms.

Hua Yueling looked up at Wu Liang, and there was shame on her face that couldn't be concealed.

But she didn't struggle, after all, she was outside, and she still had to pretend to be a lady.

Besides, Wu Liang is also very comfortable holding her like this!

Wu Liang took a glass of wine and fed it to Hua Yueling.

Hua Yueling opened her mouth lightly and drank the wine.

"How's this wine?"

"It's okay, but it's not comparable to the cellars of Earl's Court. ”

The two of them showed their affection in the banquet hall as if no one was around.

This made the two who were already the focus of the audience even more the object of everyone's attention!

In the originally noisy hall, the protagonists of the topic have also become the two of them.

"Hey, do you know that this son-in-law used to be a beggar! Now he really flies on the branches and becomes a phoenix. The tone of the speaker was sour, and it was evident that he was one of those who were not qualified to go to the wedding feast at the Earl's Court.

By the way, there is one important thing, that is, don't look at the forced standard of this banquet, it seems to be very high, but the identity of the person who came is really not in time for the previous wedding banquet in the Earl's Court.

The people in there are not simply rich people.

The worst also has a certain status.

"That's right, what do you think of this Miss of the Earl's Court, why did you fall in love with this beggar?"

"It's not that this kid is born with a good skin! If you grow up like this, some people will be willing to marry you as a son-in-law. At this time, someone stood up and said.

And when he said this, the man also deliberately glanced at the two people who were talking.

One has a big face and melon seed eyes, and the other has buckteeth facing the sky and nose.

No wonder it's sour!

The two respectful faces instantly made the man unable to stand it, and left here.

"He's got a good skin, he's got our two brothers handsome!"

"That's it!"

The people on the side heard the conversation between these two people, looked at them, and looked at Wu Liang again, and hurriedly stayed away from these two people.

Brain-dead are contagious!!

......

"Seeing the virtuous niece and virtuous nephew so affectionate, I can't help but feel ashamed of the old man!"