Self-guided daily life after rebirth

When they were still in high school, the two of them didn't have much living expenses, and they spent every month, barely able to maintain their daily expenses, but even so, they would save a sum of money for sex.

At that time, it was already a rare enjoyment to be able to eat a hot pot meal in a month.

But even once a month, I didn't dare to order too many dishes, especially any meat. I just stewed a pot plainly, and then enjoyed it silently with the prepared sauce.

Enjoy the hard-won warmth and deliciousness.

It is a kind of happiness to take a holiday after a month, and eating hot pot is also a kind of happiness. The two kinds of happiness overlap and merge, and naturally become an even more wonderful happiness.

Seeing that the enemy teammates didn’t ban Yasuo in the rankings, I locked my hands in seconds. After the start of the game, it’s more fun to shuttle E to E in the line of soldiers. Even the person and the seven-level proficiency dog ​​tag are broken into pieces.

Thinking all the way in a mess, I almost reached the destination all the way without knowing it.

The more familiar the street scene, the more turbulent the sense of sight in my mind, I just feel that the atmosphere around me seems to be gradually returning to high school.

That youthful and clumsy era that only knew how to be silly and cheerful.

Su Tong saw the signboard of the hot pot restaurant from a distance—the name is very simple, not fancy at all, it's called Red Pepper Hot Pot.

Then he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Cao Bin that he had arrived.

Of course, this is probably the biggest difference from high school.

High school is a closed management, and the management was strict at that time, not to mention that he was still a good baby before he met the eldest lady.No matter how you say it, you will never bring your mobile phone to school, let alone take out your mobile phone to contact your friends at any time like now.

But now it can.

People will change after all, whether it is the external appearance and physique or the internal ideal of character, they will eventually become beyond recognition with time.

But some things really don't change.

The noisy night market next to it, the vicissitudes of the old street, and the hot pot restaurants that have existed since junior high school and high school are still standing.

Looking around, the night market stalls cooking small casserole are still lit, and the diners sitting on the small stools and chairs in the open air are still enjoying the night. , and finally merged with the increasingly dense black night sky.

Everything is fresh and full of life.

Su Tong suddenly felt something, and his heart calmed down for some reason.

At this time, a familiar voice suddenly came from not far away:

"Here! What are you doing standing there, why are you forced to stand?"

Su Tong was amused when he heard it, and couldn't help but look up towards the direction of the hot pot restaurant, and then he looked at the big bald head protruding from the door of the store and said hello:

"Here it comes—you criticize too much, so I can't stand here and miss high school? You just interrupted me when I was in a little bit of a state."

Then there was the merciless mockery:

"Hypocritical, there is nothing to miss or not to miss, and you said I was criticizing, but you are the one who criticizes the most. Hurry up and eat, I'm almost starved to death after waiting for you for so long."

"As for being so hungry, is it because you haven't eaten lunch or something, and if you're hungry, you won't order food first? Do you have to wait for me to come?"

"That's not right, I'm just waiting to kill you, you big dog, hurry up and order food, don't forget that you ordered food when the two of us ate hot pot together... you have to order food if I have difficulty choosing... Why don’t you throw me a knife and make me hara-kiri.”

"Okay, it's on the way, it's on the way."

"Hurry up!"

While arguing with Cao Bin as usual, Su Tong finally stepped onto the sidewalk, and then followed his good friend into the hot pot restaurant.

I met once in half a year, but it was also in a foreign country, without the familiar night market outside the hot pot restaurant, and without the familiar accent of the diners in the night market, it naturally lost a bit of inexplicable taste.

Now that I have finally returned to my hometown, in the old place, I don’t have to worry about anything in school anymore, I just need to let my mind go and enjoy the food, ignoring all necessary and unnecessary things.

Order the meat that you couldn't bear to order when you were shy in high school, and adjust the sauce. If you are not a wine and meat friend, you don't need to drink. As long as you feel at ease, you can eat hot pot with a good night view.

Raise your glass, happy water goes away.

The teenagers are still ignorant, and they talk about life and ideals together.

It's like the old days.

[to be continued]

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one more

In order to make up for yesterday's update error, the group voted and the result was to write the follow-up group file of the night when the eldest lady and the shameful thing were in the group

Anyway, I'm writing, I'm writing

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Chapter 315 Ability

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Dream is a cheap word.

Because this thing can be mixed with anyone.

Children can talk about dreams, because they are still pure, and their hearts are only the purest thoughts.

Young people can also talk about dreams, because it is the great youth that guides the country and stimulates the writing. Who hasn't had an arrogant and arrogant dream?

And middle-aged and elderly people can naturally talk about dreams-but at this time, dreams suddenly change their flavor.

Because most of the dreams in their mouths are tools.

Since young people like to dream, let them dream and do what they like.

"Anyone who has a dream is amazing!"

"Work hard to succeed, work hard to realize your dreams!"

"I don't like money. What I miss the most is the days when I had no money!"

In short, let them drink this old chicken soup and continue to feel at ease 996, become a struggling force, and become capital's favorite leeks and cabbages that will move themselves.

So the word "dream" has gradually become a cheap product that is not pure, tainted with bad taste, and accompanied by the smell of inferior chicken essence.

After all, things are rare.

After all, no matter how much you like to drink chicken soup, you can't expect to live by drinking chicken soup.

Want to have a meal.

So dreams gradually depreciated, and finally fell to a worthless status, so that they were bored after being heard too much, and were cast aside as naive and naive.

"Do you know what my dream is?"

Cao Bin took Sichuan noodles with his chopsticks, lowered his head and asked Su Tong casually.

His expression is calm.

The two good brothers never like to drink when they go out to eat together. It is impossible to get drunk just by drinking happy water.

So of course it's not drunk talk.

Su Tong was startled when he heard the words, but the hand that was holding the beef ball didn't stop. While firmly holding the hand-made beef ball, he put it on the plate in front of him, and replied:

"Hmm... I remember hearing you say that you were a policeman, right?"

"You really remember," Cao Bin grinned and nodded, "Yes, that's right. When I was young, I wanted to be a policeman when I grew up."

"Listen to you...has it changed now?"

"It's changed." Cao Bin waved his hand casually, "It's changed a long time ago."

The bald boy said, his eyes dimmed, he exhaled slowly, and then smiled as if mocking himself:

"Who didn't have a dream when we were young? Didn't we all want to be scientists and stars at that time? But when we grow up, we realize that...it's pretty good for a person to live well, so what qualifications do we have to ask for more? Much—the dream of an ordinary person like me is to live my life without illness or disaster.”

After finishing speaking, he stared at Su Tong again, winked while watching, and imitated the old pedant's melancholy and sad tone and sighed:

"Damn... Su Tong, do you know that ever since you, a hanging man, was taken care of by sister Tong... I know that there has been a sad and thick barrier between us."

The tone was rather beating, and Su Tong wanted to raise his hand to beat him when he heard it:

"What sad thick barrier? IQ? If you want to say that the biggest gap between the two of us is IQ, then I can only say one thing and one thing."

"Fart, even if I'm not smart, I'm definitely not stupid. Why do you say that Dad has a low IQ?"

Su Tong rolled up his sleeves silently when he heard the words, and made a gesture of brightening his muscles.

As a result, the muscular muscles on his arms slowly bulged, revealing a sense of strength.

The subtext is that he is ready to reason with Cao Bin.

Su Tong has been exercising.

But he is not unreasonable.

As the saying goes, cultivating character is to be able to calmly reason with the brain-dead, and self-cultivation is to allow the brain-dead to reason with you calmly-of course Cao Bin is not a brain-dead.

He is simply itchy.

So Su Tong didn't mind hammering his dog's head off at all, so that he could understand who was the old father between the two of them.

But Cao Bin is smart. When he saw Su Tongliang, he immediately lost his muscles. He cleverly picked up the pot of sour plum soup on the table to fill up the cup in front of Su Tong, and then smiled obediently:

"Brother! Brother Tong, you will always be my big brother! Don't say anything, we two brothers have to go!"

Then, regardless of Su Tong, he just picked up the cup and moved over.

Su Tong really had nothing to do with him, and after rolling his eyes, he picked up the sour plum soup and clinked a glass with him reluctantly.

Then he took a symbolic sip and put the cup back on the table.

Continue to eat hot pot.

However, the beef balls wrapped in extra-spicy red oil at the bottom of the pan became tasteless in the mouth for some reason.

Su Tong patiently chewed and ate the balls slowly in accordance with the habit of not wasting food anyway, and then simply put down his chopsticks.

He couldn't eat anymore.

So Su Tong raised his head, looked at Cao Bin, who was still eating delicious food, was silent for a moment, and finally couldn't help but asked softly:

"Cao Bin...you said that with great power comes great responsibility...isn't that right?"

But he didn't expect that the bald-headed idiot in front of him couldn't help laughing after hearing what he said:

"The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility—Brother, you were bitten by a mutant spider yesterday, and you are going to become Spider-Man?"

Several black lines fell from Su Tong's head.

Become a Spider-Man with a Hammer.

If he could turn into a little spider, would he still eat hot pot with this idiot here?

If he were Spider-Man, he would have gone to the beautiful country next door to give warmth to the people of New York. After all, punishing the evil and promoting the good can be said to be destroying the city, and even if it is destroying the city, it is not the same as those M78 nebulas in the round valley shed next door. The comparison here is simply to bring good people.

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Anyway, he glared at Cao Bin:

"It's business, don't be shrewd!"

Cao Bin became more honest when he heard the words, and gave him an analysis while fiddling with the chopsticks in his hand:

"That's fine, anyway, I'll just talk casually, and Su Tong, you can listen casually—I think, save me, I personally think that the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. It depends on who is more capable."

"Some people are seven years old...ah, no, some people have a stable outlook, they are popular, professional and upright, and they just want to get a tattoo on their back to serve the country faithfully. If this kind of person has great ability, he must also have great responsibility. .”

"Some people's three views have been crooked since they were young, and they are proper egoists. Then there is no need to say that the greater the responsibility-this kind of person does not make the whole world restless for his own power, then we common people I can't wait to burn the incense..."

He paused for a while when he said this, and finally he was willing to put down the chopsticks in his hand, then raised his finger and pointed to himself:

"There are also people, that is, the majority of people in this world - we are all ordinary people, without too much ideological awareness, but our morals are not corrupted to such a degree, and we feel that it is good to live this life in peace. Yes, only occasionally... Occasionally alive or feel a little bit spare. So when you see someone who can help you, you will definitely not just think about running back."

"This is what I understand, the so-called greater ability comes with greater responsibility."

He said it seriously.

[to be continued]

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