Fat Guangge's happy time

Sima Xi: Brother Guang, you are a real man, I adore you so much!

Fatty Guang: That's right, man, you have to be tougher!

Sima Xi: Why is it hard?You see, it has already softened.

Fatty Guang: You treat me like a golden gun!If you have the ability, you keep trying.

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Sima Xi: I'm leaving, leaving you.

Fatty Guang: How dare you leave me behind, I will break your leg, you son of a bitch!

Sima Xi: It's true, I left temporarily just to come back and stay with you forever.

Fatty Guang: Then there's no need, let's hang out now and stay together.

Sima Xi: Brother Guang, you are born to be a fearless warrior, but I am not.

Fatty Guang: What does this have to do with walking or not?

Sima Xi: I must forget my cowardice in the past, settle old accounts, start all over again, and be a brave person like Brother Guang!

Fatty Guang: That's not okay, I hate you, and I will never let you go!

Sima Xi: Then I will jump into the river now!

Fatty Guang: Xixi, you are here again.Why are you like a little girl, crying, making trouble and hanging yourself?

Sima Xi: Because you are my elder brother.

Fatty Guang: Then you are trying to act like a baby with me?I'm still kidding you!Xixi, be good, give me a hug. . . . . .

Sima Xi: Do you want to strangle me to death?Hug so tight!

Fatty Guang: Am I afraid that you will jump into the river?

Sima Xi: I don't want to dance, you like it.Don't expect me to save you!

Fatty Guang: You really have no conscience. It's a pity that I was so anxious that I would sell my blood.

Sima Xi:. . . . . .

Fatty Guang: Why are you crying?Sima Xi, you can't go on like this, the elders are crying all day long.

Sima Xi:. . . . . .

Fatty Guang: Hey, you are not done yet, the more you cry, the harder you cry.Didn't I just say a few words to you?Am I wrong? . . . . .You still cry, me. . . . . .

Sima Xi: I cried mine, why are you crying?No, you are crying, this is howling.Can you be more professional?

Fatty light:. . . . . .Do you really want to go?Do I have to go?

Sima Xi: Yes.I will go to Shenzhen and work for a year, at most a year and a half.So that Hu Yongbin's money can be returned.

Fatty Guang: So long?How can you let my brother live alone? Can't you take me with you?

Sima Xi: I would like to, but Shenzhen is far away, and the little money we have now is barely enough for a train ticket.And it's impossible to find a job right away, what about food and lodging, do you want us two to starve to death on the street?

Fatty Guang: Then don’t go there, can’t you just find a job locally?

Sima Xi: There are many opportunities and money in Shenzhen. I want to make more money. In addition to repaying the money, we can do some business together.I can't let you always be a construction worker or a farmer?

Fatty Guang: What's wrong with farming, I'll come to the field to weave you.

Sima Xi: You think I'm a Weaver Girl, then we have to see if you're a Cowherd!

Fatty Guang: I am much better than a cowherd. Look at our body, chest muscles, and thighs. . . . . .

Sima Xi: Stop talking nonsense.I want you to live a good life, no, I want us to live a good life!

Fatty Guang: Well, that's fine.Pain, grief, heartache, hatred, loss of you, maybe it's not easy to separate, maybe it's not possible to love each other. . . . . .

Sima Xi: Hey, Brother Guang, it's the first time I've heard you sing so disgustingly.If I'm a little bitch, you're an old bitch!

There is no wind, and the river is still flowing.Slow and lazy, like a rest in the afternoon, or a walk after dinner.The stones in the shallows play with the water, gurgling with joy.The river water tried to rush up to the bank, but turned back feebly, revealing new river mud.The sun in the early summer shines on the wet, full of vitality.

There is hope in ease, just like Sima Xi's mood at this time.This river once greeted the fear it brought with shame, but today, it is finally able to face it bravely.Because of the safety accompanied by Brother Guang, and because of the encouragement brought by the power of love.

I still remember that I walked side by side with Brother Guang to the tree-lined path to the construction site.

Although they are strangers to each other, they are passers-by.

But we still feel each other

One look, one heartbeat. . . . . .

Is this a kind of fate, or a kind of destiny?

Is that a dream, or a kind of happiness?

The world is so big, why can I meet Brother Guang!

The world is small, but Brother Guang exists in his heart!

Brother Guang, please wake me up with your singing,

Come into view.

Don't be in the green early summer,

Don't take it to heart!

(PS: Please pay attention to the banknote photo below, the real information, which will be used in the next chapter.)