Don’t be a licking dog when you are reborn.

"No, Brother Feng, listen to me."

"Shut up first. Auntie's story is much better than yours. There is only shit in your story, and there is poison hidden in the shit."

"Uh, okay..."

Zhang Chao's mouth almost touched the ground, but he didn't dare to say anything more.

Now he is completely convinced by Ji Feng.

Not only was it a matter of company position, but every time Ji Feng helped him with various matters, he gave Zhang Chao the illusion that the matter was simple.

As time passed and more times, he gradually understood.

It's not that things are simple, but that there are differences between people.

The gap between humans is much greater than the gap between humans and monkeys.

Ji Feng smiled and listened to the old aunt's sweet story, but Zhang Chao was a little absent-minded because the old aunt's story was not pleasant.

Moreover, the old aunt's story-telling skills are obviously not as good as those of the young technicians.

The young female technicians opened their mouths and said:

"My father bets that my mother is sick and my brother is studying. The whole family of six relies on me. I am helpless and make mistakes. I hope my eldest brother will take more care of me."

The technician has figured out how to create emotions.

The old aunt is different. The stories she tells have no preface and follow-up. She often tells a trivial matter that is not very interesting two or three times.

Why go to the movies with movie tickets issued by the factory?

Or wear bell-bottoms, which were fashionable at the time, and go dancing at the roller skating rink.

Finally, we made wishes to each other during the Chinese New Year.

Zhang Chao didn't know how Ji Feng heard this story, but he himself found it boring.

I talked about it in bits and pieces for more than ten minutes. At the end, the old aunt had a little regret on her face.

"But it's all in the past, and now I have grandchildren!"

Ji Feng responded to her words in a timely manner:

"When Auntie was young, she also loved Deng seriously."

"We didn't talk about love at that time, but we really liked each other."

There was a bit of nostalgia in the old aunt's eyes.

It can be seen that no one usually listens to the old aunt's stories, and she doesn't tell them often, so her stories are intermittent.

Occasionally, he showed his true feelings and chatted with Ji Feng for a few more words.

Seeing Ji Feng nodding and responding to the old aunt from time to time, Zhang Chao couldn't help but ask:

"Brother Feng, do you really believe me? I feel like a lot of things she said are not true, and it's too obvious to add insult to injury."

Ji Feng glanced sideways at Zhang Chao, then closed his eyes again to rest.

The fingers were folded together and tapping each other.

"Brother Chao, I asked my aunt to tell you."

"Huh?" Zhang Chao didn't understand what Ji Feng meant for a while.

"Since I asked my aunt to tell her story, she also completed it seriously.

As the person who proposed the matter, I should respect her story no matter what it is. This is someone else’s contribution. Do you understand? "

"But we have paid."

"That's money for pressing feet, not money for telling stories."

Zhang Chao had a strange look on his face. He felt that there was something in Ji Feng's words, but he couldn't figure out what was hidden in them.

Is it a metaphor for Liu Mingyue?

He glanced at the old aunt who was pinching Ji Feng's feet and lowered his voice:

"But there's obviously something wrong with this story, maybe it's false..."

Ji Feng turned to look at Zhang Chao and sighed slightly.

Zhang Chao's learning ability and work ability are both pretty good. After all, he was able to get admitted to the Department of Computer Science in Shanghai in one year, and he would have no problem doing anything after joining the job.

But his understanding of life does have some problems:

"Brother Chao, most people in this world are ordinary people. Since they are ordinary people, does it matter whether the story is true or false?"

"what?"

“I mean, if you just live your life as an ordinary person, your life will be too ordinary.

Life is so long, there must always be some wonderful stories as embellishment.

Therefore, it doesn’t really matter whether a story is true or false.

Even if the whole text is made up, as long as it makes your life more exciting, then this story will play its due role. "

“Aren’t the stories you weave just lying to yourself?”

“Ordinary people weave a story to embellish their ordinary life, making it look more exciting and less ordinary.

Even if it is fake, it is not considered a mistake, let alone deceiving oneself, but a release and catharsis of emotions. "

"How can Brother Feng be sure that she is really releasing her emotions? She is not lying to you?"

"Brother Chao, humans are creatures with complex emotions. The story the old aunt told today may be true or false.

Maybe she was just trying to get me to add an extra hour.

But the true feelings and nostalgia revealed in the story are still touching. "

"Don't you need to worry about everything else?"

"Chaozi, you are still obsessed with truth and falsehood. In fact, truth and falsehood in this world may change in the blink of an eye.

One moment she still loves you, but the next moment she falls in love with someone else.

In Auntie's story, at least one thing is certain.

She did have one memorable moment. "

Ji Feng's words were a bit harsh.

Zhang Chao could only remain silent after hearing this, and then responded after a long time:

"Brother Feng is talking about Liu Mingyue? But I really let her go."

"Haha, let it go? You let her go, but she didn't let go of you. You let go and let go, but you also let go of the harm she did to you, and allowed her to continue to hurt you."

Zhang Chao was speechless again, because what Ji Feng said was true.

The topic suddenly became a bit serious, and Ji Feng's seemingly absent-minded state made Zhang Chao dare not breathe.

Until the monsoon opens again:

"People need a tree hole. The tree hole can hold expired secrets, expired likes, and expired stories.

Although the story has expired, the feelings once were sincere.

Maybe that emotion is secret love, miss, or regret.

But after telling it, the nostalgia will be given a sour and nostalgic flavor by time, and I will feel more relieved.

Deng is a person who can never be forgotten, an expired love and regret.

She happened to meet me today, so I acted as my aunt's tree hole. "

Zhang Chao continues to be silent. Does this have anything to do with him?

I can feel the monsoon urging me.

But he couldn't figure out the meaning of Ji Feng's words.

"Brother Feng means, do I need to vent?"

"Well, everyone needs to go crazy, it's a catharsis of emotions, but some people go crazy alone when they are alone, and some people get high online.

For example, if you say "Your mother is gone" when playing games, it will become a respectful "Hello, aunt" when we meet in person. "

"Why go crazy? I can't."

Seeing how cowardly Zhang Chao looked, Ji Feng wanted to punch him twice.

"It seems that you are not sober enough, so let me remind you a few more words."

"Reminder?" Zhang Chao was a little confused.