"Brother Zhuoyang, if you hadn't gone to Germany sixteen years ago, what would you be like now?"
"If you can take the art college entrance examination, you should now be a music teacher in a middle school or university. You can also play football, which will be my only hobby."
"There are many students who admire you."
"Not necessarily. I'm very capable of getting into trouble, so I might have been fired early."
"And what to do?"
"My personality makes me unable to do business, and I don't have any other skills. In the end, I will teach piano and tutor children."
"And then get into trouble again and continue working as a tutor in another city?"
"That's how it should be."
"But we will still be together."
"Of course." Zhuo Yang said: "Maybe you will go to China, or I will live in Europe, but there will definitely be an unexpected afternoon."
"It's definitely still autumn."
"There will definitely be a river."
"That doesn't matter." Kou Kou said, "As long as we can still be together, nothing else matters."
"I will still make a living by eating soft food as I do now."
"I support you~"
"I will be a well-known pianist, and your presence will still make me show my infectious performance."
"Brother Zhuoyang, your talent will never be buried."
"Besides, I don't have to be as busy as I am now. Wife, I am really a person with no ambitions. The life I just described is actually more attractive to me. So a little piano training is enough."
"Even if the gift of talent is wasted?"
"Those who don't know are not to blame. Talents and gifts that I don't know about myself are a waste."
"Husband, young and talented people are the most miserable."
"How do you say this?"
"With a little talent, he will be dissatisfied with the status quo and the environment around him, but his talent cannot allow him to change or escape. This is how the pain comes."
Zhuo Yang said: "A small talented person can see part of the moonlight, but his talent is not enough for him to touch the moonlight."
Kou Kou: "Not only is he unable to endure the torture and torture of real life, but his own talent cannot realize his beautiful artistic ideals and cannot create any outstanding works."
Zhuo Yang: "Caught between reality and ideals, he may never be able to touch the moonlight in his whole life. A small talent can allow his mind to see the scenery of the new world, but his body can only stay in the old world."
"Brother Zhuoyang, you are not, but there are many such people."
"For example, Kong Yiji and Lu Xun said that everyone sleeps in a stuffy room and is slowly suffocated to death. The most painful ones are not those who are sleeping. Death in sleep is not painful. The most painful ones are those who have woken up.
, people who want to open the door and get out but can’t.”
"How about a writer who writes online articles on Pulse Street?"
"Um."
The couple looked out the window together, then turned back together.
"Writing online articles is the most difficult thing, bar none."
"Especially on the streets."
“I’m either coding or preparing to code all day long.”
"For a little plot, I thought of losing my hair."
"Readers may not like to read it yet."
"Harvested intervertebral discs, cervical spondylitis and myopia."
"There is also a difficult life and a tangled inner world."
"Brother Zhuoyang, should we sympathize with him or pity him."
"No! Despise him, because he deserves it."
The two looked out the window together again, their eyes full of schadenfreude.
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"Second brother, read a poem and listen to it." Zhuo Yang said, "I haven't heard you recite it for a long time."
"Go away. I'm a prostitute, not an artist."
"Art is not a burden on one's body."
"What on earth do you want to say?"
"I'm a 34-year-old old man, don't want to change places? Is it interesting for you to always dominate Serie A?"
"It's very interesting. My football is like my love, I am loyal to Apennines."
"But your love is not loyal."
"That's because you don't understand." Brother Meng said, "I was once a prodigal son who traveled to the ends of the earth, but my soul is loyal."
"Be loyal only to yourself?"
"Only to yourself."
"I'll go tell Sister-in-law Ping."
Meng Er nodded, squinted his eyes and said, "Go ahead, she won't believe you."
Zhuo Yang didn't move. "Do you think adding a Ronaldo can stop me?"
"How will you know if you don't try."
"If you really want to stop me, you should come to the Premier League."
"Like those three bitches?"
"They are braver than you."
"How about compared to Scar?"
"Scar is actually retired, are you?"
"So I'm braver than Scar, and I'm braver than Cristiano Ronaldo and Messi. These two guys will never dare to go to the Premier League now. I'm not as good as the top, but I'm more than the bottom. I never ask myself too hard."
"I admire you for this." Zhuo Yang said: "Kou Kou said that people with a little talent are the most painful. You have successfully avoided the painful trap."
"I'm not a little talented. Have you ever seen a love saint who can play football and play well, and can recite poetry well?"
"I'm sorry, you and I are the three masters of Qiu Qin Quan."
"Zhuoyang, I've been thinking recently about what I would be like now if I hadn't met you or gone to Fort Madi."
"Just a bad football player, Ambrosini is your ceiling."
"Can't you recite poetry?"
"Kong Yiji is your ceiling."
"Can't you be a lover?"
"Just a scumbag."
"I will follow the silent house,
The place where the dead stood with their eyes open and the children,
have made adults,
Spread the smile that makes them sad,
And the branches slap against the silent window
Deep in the middle of the night."
"Good poem."
"Zhuoyang, I am not Ambrosini, nor am I a scumbag or Kong Yiji." The second brother said: "I am the world champion and Mr. Golden Ball Ricardo Montolivo, one of the more than ten talents in Italian football.
The king of the year is the new Salvador Quasimodo of poetry, the love saint with a lake in his heart."
"But you don't dare come to the Premier League."
"I don't dare to eat shit either."
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"Scar, my second brother and I bet that you don't dare to return to the Premier League."
"You win."
"Washiba, do you know you are so cowardly now?"
"Ma'am criticized the thief and slapped me in the face, but I didn't even fight back. Do you think she knew that?"
"Chelsea is very strong this year. I almost didn't win the Community Shield. If you go back, I will probably have a headache."
"Then if I don't go back, should you pay for some peace of mind?"
"Do you want to be shameless? You have lived in my house for six years for nothing. You have to pay the rent for these six years."
"I don't have any money." Scar's face turned red and his heart stopped beating. "The money is all with that thief woman Wahiba. Ask her to give it to you. Don't forget to give me a five-point kickback."
"Second brother said he is not Kong Yiji, you are."
"I don't know who Kong Yiji is." Scar said: "I am the world champion and Mr. Ballon d'Or. No matter where French football ranks, I am at least in the top three. Kong Yiji?"
"So that's why you're lying flat now?"
"The enemy."
"Are you worthy of Barcelona and boss Mei?"
"I want to leave, but they insist on keeping me, do you blame me?" Scar said: "I have been working hard for half my life, and I don't want to serve others anymore. From now on, I will work hard to make money, and if I don't let you lie down, I will fight and fight to retire. Ugh!
?”
"Scar, you seem to have convinced me."
"Zhuoyang, the reason why people strive is to think that after middle age, they no longer have to live with only anger. I have done it now, so go ahead and fight hard. I will wait and see."
"If there is no ideal, it is not a kind of happiness."
"Ideals are both driving force and burden."
"Kou Kou said that Poujie.com writers are the hardest working people. In fact, it is not necessarily true. Poujie has no achievements, and there is no burden of achievements. Naturally, there is no need to echo the readers' preferences. From this point of view, I think
Just write whatever you want, there is happiness even in the midst of hardship."
"You are wrong." Scar said: "It's not that Fushi writers don't want to cater to readers, it's just that they can't do it. Catering to readers is a high-end skill. Do you think these Fushi writers don't want to do it? They just can't do it as hard-working people.
Yeah, I don’t have this ability.”
"It seems that Kou Kou is right. She really doesn't deserve sympathy for being thrown into the street."
"Of course." Scar said: "Kou Kou is a philosopher, you turtle is so lucky."
Chapter completed!