When Yu Wei listened to Zhou Changdong talk about feudal superstition, his heart moved.

"Don't believe it, there are a lot of rare things that can't be explained scientifically, I heard the village sister-in-law say a few days ago, when she used to look at the children of a family in the city, I heard such a period of time, saying that a man fell into the water, and he was confused after being rescued, not to say that he is not from here, his wife and children don't recognize him, saying that he has his own wife, it is from a certain place, everyone said that he was crazy, and then a few years later, he really went to that place and found the wife and children he said, do you say this is strange?"

After Yu Wei finished speaking, seeing that Zhou Changdong did not react, he pondered in his heart, waiting for Zhou Changdong to speak.

After a while, I heard him say:

"Don't listen to this nonsense, country women have nothing to say about ghosts."

Yu Wei was timid, and after hearing too much of this, she was afraid that she would be afraid.

Yu Wei bit her lower lip, and some words were blocked in her throat and couldn't be spoken.

It is clear that Zhou Changdong is an atheist.

Yu Wei pressed down and didn't mention his own affairs again, only whispered:

"After all, this kiln is your own, why don't you know where to avoid it? In case business doesn't go well in the future, don't rely on me. ”

I thought Zhou Changdong couldn't hear it, but I didn't expect Zhou Changdong to just chuckle when he heard it.

"Business is not good, it is because the man who runs the business is incompetent, what does it have to do with women? Most of the people who have no ability in this world like to find many excuses to blame women, and this has been the case from ancient times to the present, I don't believe it. ”

Zhou Changdong's words carried a kind of cold arrogance, and Yu Wei could even imagine that the corners of his lips must have raised a touch of sarcasm at this time.

Yu Wei was stunned.

In the last life, whether it was a classmate or colleague around him, or a relative or friend, for things like the disgrace of the boss of a certain company, the stock market crash, etc., they all agreed on the same caliber: red face and trouble.

No one has ever stood up and said that the man is wrong, in their eyes, there is nothing wrong with men, and it is always women who are wrong.

Even if it is the same as the ancient country, it is all pushed to the demon queen, the demon concubine and the demon girl, and Daji praises Xi Shi Yang Guifei, but she can't escape such an evaluation.

Yu Wei scoffed every time he listened to it, as if these women didn't appear, those dynasties would be eternal.

rotted to the bones, men's inaction, but pushed on women, this kind of thing, men can say.

She has always believed that this is a kind of machismo in a patriarchal society.

Today, however, she heard such words from the mouth of a big man.

Yu Wei couldn't say what she felt, as if she had gone to great lengths to make a tune, many people couldn't understand it, and only one person not only understood, but also realized some truth from her tune.

This feeling goes straight to the bottom of my heart and shakes my soul.

After a while, Yu Wei came back to his senses and looked at Zhou Changdong's back a little blankly.

This man respects women, never with words, but from the bottom of his heart.

Yu Wei only felt that the big hand holding her two hands was warm and reassuring.

Zhou Changdong saw that Yu Wei didn't speak for a while, and glanced back slightly,

"Why don't you speak? Isn't it cold? ”

Yu Wei shook his head, and the smile on the corner of his lips couldn't hide it.

"I'm thinking, if you were born in ancient times, if you were an emperor, you must be a Ming monarch."

Zhou Changdong raised his eyebrows slightly, and suddenly thought that when he called her to get up in the morning, she was sleepy-eyed and full of amorous appearance, but he was afraid that when he met her so pestering in the early dynasty, he was also a faint gentleman who couldn't leave.

PS: Wouldn't it be too sweet?

I said six more yesterday, I can't finish writing it today, so I'll make it up tomorrow.