My love options are a bit difficult

Chapter 229 Topics Between Men

Dazheng Shinichiro Goule Zongheng's old face was full of disbelief, staring at the chessboard in front of his eyes, thinking hard, his eyes were full of complexity, looking left and right, his chess pieces had no way out.

He stroked the white hair beside his ears impatiently, smacking his lips incessantly to show his impetuous thoughts, and in the end he became ruthless, and he didn't care about 21, feeling that his brain was almost not enough to think about it. , Pushing forward with both hands, messing up all the pieces on the entire chessboard.

"You win, you win, why don't you have the spirit of respecting the old and loving the young, playing chess with you will make you mad sooner or later." Dazheng Shinichiro scratched his short gray hair, a little angry Said.

Xia Mufeng sighed helplessly, and silently packed up the chess pieces in front of him.

Seeing that he didn't rearrange the messy chess pieces, but wanted to put them away, Dazheng Shinichiro paused just as he was about to pick up the teacup at hand, and said in a hurry: "What's the matter, why don't you play anymore? "

"It's getting late, let's go here first today." Xia Mufeng said casually.

In fact, he just didn't want to play.

In the past few days, he has been playing chess with this old man. He thought that the old man's skills are very good, but he still miscalculated.

Natsume Kaede only occasionally played chess in his previous life, not to mention the special effects of playing a golden dragon, but his general level is still there, but Taisho Shinichiro's chess level does not match his age, he is simply a stinky chess basket.

Every time he was about to lose, he was perfunctory or directly said draw, but he still had to pester Natsume Feng to play with him, as if he couldn't play enough.

It can be said to be a typical representative of food and fun.

"That's all right, come here today first, and come back in the afternoon." Dazheng Shinichiro looked at the time and it was almost noon, so he said a little resentfully.

"I may have something to do in the afternoon, let's talk about it later, drink tea." Xia Mufeng was a little bit dumbfounded at the old man's invitation, so he could only change the subject quickly.

The two sat facing each other, and after tidying up the chessboard, there was a large space left. At the same time, they brought up the tea set that had been placed on the ground. Natsume Kaede opened the tea leaves that he had brought and began to make tea again. Dazheng Shinichiro didn't know where to get it out. Two books came out, and I read them while drinking some cool tea.

Skillfully rinsed the two small dishes with a wooden clip, soaked tea in the purple sand pot and started to steam, and there was a mahogany shelf underneath for dripping water. But doing it manually is kind of cumbersome.

Dazheng Shinichiro was flipping through the books in his hands, and seeing him start making tea again from the corner of his eye, he poured the remaining herbal tea in his cup into the water storage at the bottom of the wooden frame without any politeness, put the cup aside, and waited Just enjoy it.

He looked at the obscure words and sentences on the book in his hand, and then dismissed the silent Natsume Feng, and after pondering for a while, he asked, "Boy, you play chess and talk with me every day, why don't you want to find a job?" ?”

It's really strange to say that, in his eyes, a young man like Natsume Kaede, not to mention being able to sit down and play chess calmly with the old man, even if he said a few more words, it would probably feel like a waste of time.

Moreover, young people in society are under a lot of pressure now, whether it is economically or spiritually. Whether it is within the system or in the company, "high-pressure policies" are popular. Young people who don't stay up late and work hard, are they still called young people?
But during these days, Xia Mufeng came to talk and play chess with him almost every day, and he didn't see any busy work. If it wasn't for the hair on Xia Mufeng's chin, he would have thought that the other party was also a guy who had just retired and had nothing to do.

Xia Mufeng paused the movements of his hands when he heard the words, but continued in a flash, shook his head and said with a smile: "I have no education and no ability, and I can't find the job I want at all. I can't work in a convenience store." Freightman, why not run the repair shop my father left behind."

What's the point of working, and he is not short of money, why should he work.

You can't travel here just to enjoy the experience of an island country.

He had had enough of going to and from get off work in his previous life, even though life was boring these days, he didn't think about going to work again.

Just like a person who has experienced social experience, it is impossible for you to let him go back to school. If his mind is impetuous and his vision is different, naturally he cannot sit down and study calmly.

Dazheng Shinichiro frowned, a little dissatisfied with his indifferent attitude, and began to preach to Natsume Feng's ears these days: "What you said is wrong, when I was as young as you, I didn't If you think about it this way, young people must have minds and ambitions, otherwise everyone in the society will be like you, and there will be no future."

He's the kind of guy who goes by the book.

I believe that young people should have the vitality of young people, otherwise young people will live like old people, and there will be no fresh blood in society in the future.

Xia Mufeng smiled, but he didn't mind that he was so blunt, instead he said jokingly: "Don't say you are the same as me, there are fewer guys who are more salty than me, such as the old people, etc. You must know that children who have grown up in recent years have become more and more lazy."

"Um"

Dazheng Shinichiro was silent for a while.

What Natsume Feng said is right, since the name "Heisei Trash" has gradually become widely known, in addition to the heartbroken people of the older generation, more young people have accepted this name with joy. The current guy is really a One generation is not as good as one generation.

And someone like Natsume Feng is pretty good, and his temper is relatively normal. Apart from his lack of ambition, it's hard to pick out the faults.

Dazheng Shinichiro gave up after thinking hard for a while, but he had already dedicated his whole life to this land anyway, no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't change anything, so he could only sigh and said: "Oh, this kind of thing is just talk , we can't change anything."

"Ah."

Natsume Feng nodded.

He didn't continue talking, otherwise he believed that Dazheng Shinichiro would be able to date him for a day.

As the saying goes, it is the result of the predecessors who summed up countless experiences.

When men are together, they are either discussing integrity or women, and it is difficult to talk about anything else.

There was a muffled muffled sound from inside the purple sand pot, and some small air bubbles emerged from the lid of the pot one after another, and soon the tea in it was boiled.

Natsume Feng extinguished the flame on the base, lifted the purple sand pot, and rinsed the porcelain plate for tea tasting again with boiling tea.

The glowing green tea slowly flows down from the elegant neck of the pot, pouring into the small white jade-colored porcelain saucer.

(End of this chapter)