Chapter 65 65

65 I called the boss and asked, "What can I do?" The boss hummed and chirped: "What else can I do, call everyone out to make dinner." So we split up and called all the idlers, and made an appointment in Sanlitun City After meeting at the club, we had a group discussion on where to eat, and decided to go to Star of Asia to eat Indian food by a show of hands, and then we took a taxi in groups of three. When we got off the car at the side of the Third Ring Road and entered the restaurant, a few beggars with ragged clothes waiting at the door came up to ask for money. I was embarrassed to take out my wallet in front of so many people and ignored them.Others also passed by indifferently, only Xu Chen waved his arms impatiently, and shouted sharply, "Get out!"

The waiter helped to open the door, and the beggars dispersed behind us, and each went back to the original corner. When everyone sat down to order, I called out to Xu Chen who was opposite: "Extend your hand and let me see." "What are you doing?" He held out his left hand to show me. "Two." He put another hand: "How? Can I find the perfect lover?" "I don't look at the future." Rows of feathers grew densely under the emotional line of his hands, and I asked him to stop. "How about it?" "sympathetic." "That's right! Those girls slept with them because they were pitiful. Look at them, they are pitiful, they just slept with me, and it doesn't cost me anything, as long as they don't look too ugly."

"I think it's a girl who sees you pitifully. You're quite a grown-up, and you're a writer again. I don't want to embarrass you!" There is no need for me to open my mouth. Naturally, some people can't listen to it anymore, and they chase after me and add sarcasm.Xu Chen happily accepted other people's gunfire with his neck stuck and his head turned around. It was not easy to hit him. I am probably the only one at this table who believes that Xu Chen's words are true. He is the softest person I have ever met. When Xu Chen was in elementary school, he often brought home beggars on the street, gave them food in the kitchen before his parents got off work, and gave them their own pens and rulers.Even after high school.Of course, his innocent heart was bound to be hit, and he was gradually able to distinguish lies. His family's things were stolen again and again, he was ridiculed, ridiculed, and reprimanded by his parents.After he went to college, he stopped giving beggars a penny, and told them to leave when he saw them-out of a vicious correction of his own temperament.It's okay, he feels ashamed of his soft heart in private, watching him break up with girls again and again, I simply suspect that he is tempering his ruthlessness.