Sometimes a man is a wonderful creature, and sometimes he doesn't have to say a word to communicate with him, sometimes just a look is enough.

Women are also wonderful creatures at times, and no matter how much you say when communicating with her, in many cases you still get her incomprehension and her vexatiousness.

When two creatures, man and woman, collide together, and naturally quarrels and incomprehension between each other are indispensable.

But more often than not, women will also understand men's eyes, and men will also understand women's "vexatiousness".

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When Yang Zheng returned home, he suddenly felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Although he was very satisfied with his new hairstyle, he was a little worried that Huanhuan would not accept his new hairstyle.

After all, his hair is not suitable for his current age.

Thirty and standing, these four words seem to completely separate boys and men, and these four words also seem to fix all men in the rules and regulations of the world.

The kitchen was still blowing a familiar smell, but Yang Zheng hurried back to his room like a child who had done something wrong, just saying hello.

There are also mirrors in his room.

In the mirror, I am not as young as I was in my twenties, and I am not as full of youthful vitality as when I was in the barbershop.

The self in the mirror is more tired and confused as an adult.

He suddenly wanted to smoke, he fumbled for a long time, only to find that there was only a lighter but no cigarettes in his room.

He also remembered that he hadn't smoked in a long time.

He looked at his tired self, he lay blankly on the bed, and he suddenly wondered what he had smoked in the first place.

Is it to escape?

Indeed, at that time, his father had just died, and he only felt as if he was an orphan and abandoned by the whole world.

Especially when he saw his father buried, his heart was blank except for fear.

He feared his unknown future, his life after leaving his father, and he was even more afraid that he found that the unchanging life that he had hated the most and wanted to escape the most was actually the most precious.

Cigarettes can indeed make people feel relieved, and they can also make people forget a lot of unpleasantness.

He is even more effective than wine, after all, his taste is not bitter.

At that time, Yang Zheng drew a pack from the first few sticks, and then drew a pack and a half a day before.

But when he was thirty years old, he found that cigarettes couldn't escape anything at all.

Because when you put down the cigarette, the life you want to escape will still go on in front of you.

If cigarettes can't escape anything, what is its significance?

Is it to make friends?

Yang Zheng thought of the three words of making friends, and he couldn't help laughing.

Cigarettes can probably make friends!

As long as you arrive in an unfamiliar environment and happen to have a smoker around you, the cigarette is undoubtedly a way to shorten the distance between each other.

But if you think about it, the friends you make with cigarettes seem to come and go quickly.

Even many so-called friends, a cigarette is gone.

In the end, many of the friends who stayed with me were friends who didn't smoke at all.

So what is the use of cigarettes?

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A crisp knock on the door interrupted Yang Zheng's thoughts, and he subconsciously pushed open the door and walked out.

Huanhuan outside the door pointed to the table full of food, and her face had the same sweet smile as ever.

Yang Zheng looked at the smile on Huanhuan's face, and he suddenly realized that all his previous considerations seemed to be a little redundant.

She never becomes unhappy because of her changes, and she seems to support her changes and choices from the beginning to the end.

She's a very silly girl, and she's a very real girl.

He also believes that he is also a very stupid and real big boy in her eyes.

"Let's go, let's eat." Yang Zheng generously touched his hair and walked to the dining table.

He looked at Huanhuan with curiosity in his eyes, and he took a chopstick dish and put it in her bowl.

This is also the first time he took the initiative to serve vegetables to Huanhuan, and it was his first step that he had never dared to take.

……

The rice was delicious because the rice was made by Huanhuan.

But the taste is not easy to evaluate, because although the two eat the same meal, their moods are different.

Huanhuan's face is now as red as a cherry, and Yang Zheng's face is now as red as an apple.

He regretted his impulse a little, but Huan Huan didn't seem to regret that he accepted Yang Zheng's impulse.

She seemed to have always understood the big boy in front of her, although he seemed strong and arrogant.

But in fact, how can there be a strong and proud person in this world?

Most people hide their vulnerability, helplessness, and humility in their hearts.

It's like she doesn't seem to care about her comic grades all along, just chasing her dreams. But in fact, every day and night, she fell asleep in the struggle again and again.

She often feels that she is not the material for drawing comics at all, and she also thinks that she might as well go back to her hometown to marry someone now.

But every time she wants to give up, Yang Zheng's shadow will always appear in her mind, and whenever she wants to persevere.

After all, Yang Zheng, a man, is her first and only reader.

He would impatiently vote for her, and he would also take the initiative to stand up and help her prove something when she was most helpless.

Of course, he will be brave enough to hold on to something.

He's probably the same as himself, and he's guarding his dreams.

Although she didn't know what his dreams were, she often felt that he didn't.

But he used his life without dreams to change her step by step.

Today's Yang Zheng also saw that she was a little confused, probably not because he had a new hairstyle, and probably not because of today's judges' work, but because he probably lost a lot of direction in life.

She understands the pain of being disoriented.

I also understand the helplessness after losing my way.

knows more about life after losing direction, but she didn't tell Yang Zheng directly, you shouldn't be disoriented.

She stood up silently and took out the chess board under the TV stand. She took the initiative to pat Yang Zheng on the shoulder, and then pointed to the chess in her hand, although her face was still red, but it was not worried about the shy red, but the excited and warlike red.

Yang Zheng looked at the chess in her hand in surprise, and also looked at her talking eyes in surprise.

His face was no longer red, and he could read the worry in Huanhuan's eyes, he smiled and cleaned up the table and said, "It's been a long time since I've played chess with you, and it's been a long time since I've finished a game of chess seriously!" ”