"Want to know?"

Jiang Yang lit a cigarette and asked.

Hua Youdao nodded: "I want to know."

Jiang Yang asked again, "Are you sure you want to know?"

The tooth marks on Hua Youdao's cheeks bulged: "Yes."

"I don't want to say it."

Jiang Yang took a puff of his cigarette and spit it out towards Hua Youdao.

Hua Youdao looked at Jiang Yang: "My patience is limited."

"Jiang Yang, don't think that if you come here to be prepared, I can't do anything to you."

"If you provoke me, it's a big deal to die, and the net will be broken."

Jiang Yang sneered: "What weight do you have, you also want to die with me."

Hua Youdao took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

He's enduring it.

For Jiang Yang, a brazen and despicable man, Hua Youdao has been greatly prepared and has a deep understanding over the years.

But it seems that every time I meet and talk to him, this guy will bring him new "surprises".

If you are a bystander, even if you have the slightest heart problem, you may be sent directly to the IPU key care unit by him.

"It's on my turf."

Hua Youdao said: "Save me some face."

"I've got a lot of brothers under me, you're always like this, how can I mess up."

Jiang Yang looked at Hua Youdao curiously, "Mix with you, I didn't say I wouldn't let you mix."

Hua Youdao picked up the can and smashed it towards Jiang Yang.

Jiang Yang dodged sideways, and the beer fell into the pool with a "bang".

Hua Youdao opened a new can, opened it and poured two sips.

Jiang Yang looked at Hua Youdao and said calmly, "There is a chicken soup for the soul, I don't know if you have read it."

Hua Youdao was impatient: "Speak directly to people, I don't look at any soup."

Jiang Yang was not angry, and said, "That's what I said."

"The strong adapt to the environment, and the weak complain about the environment."

"I think this sentence makes a lot of sense, and I use this sentence to directly distinguish you from me."

Hua Youdao raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean?"

Jiang Yang said, "I mean, I am the strong, and you are the weak."

"Shame on the fuck."

Hua Youdao couldn't help but scold, "If you want to boast about yourself, don't step on me in front of me to elevate yourself. The point is that this kind of words come out of your own mouth, are you ashamed?"

Jiang Yang's face was full of seriousness: "I'm expounding a fact, why should I be ashamed?"

"Okay."

Hua Youdao nodded: "Then tell me how you distinguish it."

Jiang Yang calmed down, looked at Hua Youdao and began to reason: "For example, you just said that if I left the country and came here, I couldn't get along anymore and was driven out."

"Your words are sharp, even tragic."

"Because in your opinion, I'm embarrassed."

Hua Youdao sneered: "Aren't you embarrassed?"

Jiang Yang hurriedly waved his hand: "No, no, no."

"I'm not embarrassed at all."

"I'm not like you."

Jiang Yang pointed to Hua Youdao and said, "You left Huazhou because you were afraid that Qin Laoqi and I would clean you up. You left Huaxia because the competition was too big and you couldn't be a phoenix, so you went to these places where birds don't to be a chicken head."

Hua Youdao rolled his eyes and scolded softly: "You're the chicken head, your whole family is a chicken head."

Jiang Yang heard Hua Youdao's soft muttering, but ignored it.

He continued: "You said more than once that I have spoken about the humanity of my family and even that I am disappointed in the environment at home."

"Yes, I'll admit it. I've said a lot of things, and I'm thrilled that you know me so well

Move."

Hua Youdao rolled his eyes again, let out of his nostrils, and continued to drink beer.

Jiang Yang looked at Hua Youdao, his face was very serious: "The dark side of such a thing as human nature not only exists in our country, but also exists in other countries."

"If we allow the poetry of the sages, we must allow the existence of dross."

"There is such a thing as factions, we have them in our homes, and we have them in other people's homes."

Jiang Yang smoked a cigarette and said slowly: "Using the class to control the bottom, restrain the bottom, and achieve a stable governance situation, in my opinion, this is a means, although this kind of truth makes the bottom class very dissatisfied, and even conceals it, but I don't think it's such a hateful thing."

"There is no class, no rule, there is no so-called big picture."

Jiang Yang pointed to the north: "If the door is broken, then any dignity, pattern, humanity, and class are all empty talk."

"Just like we were decades and hundreds of years ago, we were ruthlessly trampled on."

"It's like everything you've done on this land."

Jiang Yang looked at Hua Youdao and said, "Do they have personalities? Is there dignity?"

"Are they doing well, happy?"

"Obviously."

Jiang Yang said, "My family is much better than theirs." "So my departure, and the complaints and hatreds in my heart, are by no means from a certain faction, a certain group, or even a certain type of people."

"It's just that I don't think I'm strong enough to do more of what I want to do."

"I chose to come out and find another way."

Jiang Yang took a puff of cigarette: "I'm adapting to everything around me, and turning those things that can't be changed into tools for my growth. Even when encountering those blows and setbacks, you can accept them calmly. I only blame myself for not seeing so thoroughly and so far."

"And you."

"Hide here and complain like a resentful woman."

"It's ridiculous."

Jiang Yang looked at Hua Youdao and said, "You actually treat me and you as the same kind."

"I can tell you very responsibly."

"To this day, I have never disliked my country, let alone my country."

Jiang Yang's eyes were firm: "I just said some things that I am not used to, and cleaned up some people that I am not used to, that's all."

"I was born there, I grew up there, and my heart was rooted there."

"My ancestors, my parents, my loved ones, everything came from there."

"Fallen leaves will eventually return to their roots."

Jiang Yang said lightly: "It's like a child complaining about his mother, or even losing his temper at home. But I can have this temper, try it for someone else, maybe I can pull his head off and kick it as a ball."

[The app that has been running stably for many years is comparable to the old version of the book-chasing artifact, which is used by old bookworms.]

He picked up his cigarette, took a puff, and said lightly.

"Faith."