that bastard i love

"Good question, it started two years ago..."

"Stop, make a long story short." Wen Gulin interrupted the Taoist priest solemnly.

The Taoist pouted, rolled his eyes, and said dryly: "It's just me, a lazy guy. I didn't want to be a high-ranking official or earn a lot of money when I was young. I just wanted to eat and wait to die, so I went to Be a priest."

"Ah, so your family agrees?" Wen Gulin picked up his phone to check the time, and asked calmly.

"I don't agree. They think I should go to graduate school and become a civil servant to earn a lot of money." The Taoist raised his head, looked at the sky, and said flatly.

Just as Wen Gulin took a sip of tea, he almost spit it out. After coughing twice, he asked in shock, "Then why are you still a Taoist priest?"

"I had a fight with my family at the time, but in the end my parents agreed." The Taoist said indifferently.

Wen Gulin didn't continue to ask, he didn't have parents, he didn't feel family affection, so naturally he didn't have the right to criticize or criticize.

And looking at the appearance of the Taoist priest, that memory may not be very good either.

Then he won't poke people's sore spots.

Seeing that Wen Gulin didn't ask any more questions, the Taoist breathed a sigh of relief.

That was an uncomfortable memory.

Mother's crying, father's anger...and his stubbornness.

He is not rebellious.

He just wants to live the life he wants, even if not recognized by everyone.

Nowadays, when people mention Taoist priests, their first thoughts are magic sticks and liars.

But is it really a lie?

No.

They just have their own beliefs, continue the tradition and culture thousands of years ago, inherit the history and culture, and live the life they want.

Did they fool anyone?

No, their Taoist temple is under the control of the Tourism Bureau, and they have to accompany the pilgrims to go shopping from morning to night every day...just so that the Tourism Bureau can take a small fee from the tickets for them to maintain the Taoist temple and maintain their daily expenses.

But people always put bad things on them, and they were cheated of money by people pretending to be Taoists, so they beat all Taoists in the world to death with a stick.

He still can't forget that his mother tore at him a few years ago, asking him why he gave up his high-paying job to become a magician and a liar.

How determined was he at that time to decide to pursue such a career...but he was severely criticized by his closest relatives.

"Then have you ever regretted it?" After a while, Wen Gulin asked softly.

Regret?

He never thought of regretting it.

Even though being a Taoist priest is very boring, sitting in the Taoist temple every day, reciting scriptures, giving lectures, and entertaining pilgrims... But he still likes this kind of life, where the clouds are calm and the wind is breezy, and he has nothing to do with the world.

Three thousand black silk, two sleeves are breeze.

He just wants to live the life he likes.

There are many people in the world who do not have the dream and ambition to achieve greatness and prosperity.

But many people are forced out by their parents, because many parents force their children on their unfulfilled goals when they were young.

But they never thought about what their children wanted... what kind of life they wanted.

In a person's life, no matter whether it is a wealth of wealth or prosperity, or maybe it is indifferent to the world and ordinary, as long as you live your own life, it will be fine.

It's not that you can live well only if you have a lot of money and a status under one person. No matter whether life is good or bad, as long as it is what you want, it is good.

Being a pig, the most important thing is to be happy.

So he never regrets his decision a few years ago, even if no one recognizes him, he will still go on.

This is his way.

The two finished their breakfast in silence. Wen Gulin got up, took out the money from his wallet and paid, and was about to leave when the Taoist stopped him.

"thank you."

Wen Gulin nodded, but was stopped by the Taoist again.

"Benefactor, your hair is really good. It is suitable for you to come to our Taoist temple to practice and seek the Tao. Why not..."

"roll."

He doesn't go to any Taoist temple, he is a family man!