Whether from the perspective of emotions or rationality, I was unwilling to argue with Meng Yang, but he started arguing with me. He was one of my few friends in Sijiu City. When I was in trouble, he also helped me.

We have worked together and looked forward to the future together. In essence, there is no difference between us. We all want to find more possible young people in Beijing... I don't know why he has such a big temper in this matter.

He told me what happened to Lao Wang, but why did he stop me from going to Lao Wang to ask clearly?

Mood and anger are always Meng Yang's principle of dealing with things. This time, he was very extreme and even a little exaggerated. Neither Du Cheng's persuasion nor my explanations could calm him down.

The restaurant owner, the middle-aged man in his forties, was standing next to our table, waiting for Meng Yang to settle the bill.

"Boss, you go back first, we haven't finished drinking yet."

Du Cheng apologized and smiled at him: "My buddy is drunk, don't mind."

Although the boss was puzzled, he still nodded understandingly and prepared to leave.

"I didn't drink too much." Meng Yang said to Du Cheng in dissatisfaction, then turned around and asked the restaurant owner, "How much does it cost?"

The boss was not leaving for a moment, nor was he not leaving. He could only stare at us three young people with different spirits.

"Yozi, it's past." Du Cheng frowned.

"Mengyang, what do you mean?" I also turned my eyes to Mengyang, wanting to ask clearly, because I don't want any grudges in our friendship. Any emotion in this world needs to be maintained by people.

I don't want to have any gap with him because of a trivial matter.

"I don't mean anything."

Meng Yang sneered, pulled out five hundred yuan from his wallet, slapped it on the table, and said to the boss: "This money is considered a settlement, I won't drink it anymore. As for them, I don't know, and I don't want to know... The remaining money is just to think of their wine money."

"Young man, isn't this good?" the boss asked in embarrassment, but his eyes were staring at the five hundred dollars on the table.

“Nothing good or bad.”

As he said that, Meng Yang stood up from his seat, "If you don't drink well, continue to drink. Anyway, I have paid all the money. As for me... I'm really unable to drink, so let's take a step first."

"Meng Yang, are you fucking too much?"

I also stood up and said indignantly: "Is there anything I can say?"

"Mo'er, just think I'm farting just now. I'm really a little too much. Let me go home and take a break."

"...If that sentence stung you, I apologize, okay?" I softened my tone. At this time, I hoped that he could stay for nothing, just because I didn't want to lose this friend of mine as my brother.

"Farewell."

A curl was raised at the corner of his mouth, "One day, we will get together again, and I won't be with you two today."

......

Meng Yang left after all, his back was extremely free and easy, leaving me and Du Cheng to sit in the same place, looking at each other in all directions.

After the restaurant owner got the money, he started to entertain other guests. In the eyes of outsiders, he would not pay attention to what happened between us. He did not fight or affect his business, so he did not need to pay special attention.

"You said, why bother Yoko?"

"I don't know either."

During the Q&A, Du Cheng and I couldn't get a definite answer at all. Only Meng Yang himself knew this answer. Even if we were better, we were not himself.

As long as he doesn't say it, we will never understand.

"Did I say something wrong?"

I am used to attributeing the problems to myself. I think it should have happened to me. Before I said those words, Meng Yang was still smiling and saying something to Du Cheng.

"This grandson..." Du Cheng wanted to say something, but he shook his head again, stopped his words, opened the last two bottles of beer, and handed it to me, "Let's drink it, after all, Mr. Meng has paid the money, right?"

I pulled the corners of my mouth: "Yes, the smell of this wine is so fucking bad."

"It's good if there is."

When we looked at each other, we were a little bitter. We filled the cups and then raised our heads to drink them.

"You really want to find your master?"

"Yes...his daughter is here with me now. I don't know what happened to him, and I feel uneasy."

"You're not going to sleep with someone?" Du Cheng looked at me with a shocked look, "Okay, Chen Mo, just after he broke up, his mother started hiding the beauty in the golden house. She was still the daughter of his master. This hand was dark under the light, so she was playing very well."

"...go to your uncle."

I laughed and scolded, and told him about Wang Yuxuan.

After hearing this, Du Cheng did not immediately make a statement, but handed me a cigarette, lit one by himself, and after taking a few puffs, he said quietly:

"I know what you are worried about. On the one hand, it's that girl, on the other hand, it's your master, it's enough to make things difficult for him."

"Yes...I didn't have to help Lao Wang through the difficulties. Yangzi was right. Lao Wang and Lao Wang are completely people in two worlds. I, an ant raised by the capital, have no right to help him."

"It's okay to go find it and ask clearly. Maybe your master has nothing to do."

"But Yangzi has already made things clear. Do you think he is aimless?"

"Sometimes, what the ears hear, there is no truth that the eyes see, right?"

Hearing the sound, I subconsciously took a puff of cigarette, as if I had thought of a possibility, but the idea was a bit hazy and I couldn't accurately grasp it. So I asked Du Cheng a question.

"You said, why did Yoko have such a big opinion on my decision? I admit that I am a little naive and too idealistic, but over the years, will he not know what kind of person I am?"

Du Cheng was stunned for a moment and did not give me a definite answer. He asked me instead: "What do you think is the essential difference between you and Meng Yang?"

"Are the difference in essence?" I repeated and said, "We seem to be no different... We are all moving to Beijing who can't make it in our hometown. We have similar work experiences and similar growth environments. The only difference is that he is more realistic than me."

"Well, isn't this the essence different?"

Du Cheng dusted the ashes and said to me: "He is realistic, so he is a little indifferent, and his thoughts are obvious. As for you, there is still some humanity. It is difficult for him to accept everything when he encounters it. It is difficult for him to agree with you. Similarly, it is even more difficult for you to agree with him... You also said that your life trajectory is probably similar, but you, who are so similar to him, will make completely different choices from him. Perhaps his anger comes from disappointment?"
Chapter completed!