Love Apartment: Returning to Zhuge Dali at the beginning

Chapter 1821 The shadow of the second half of life
Who hasn't had one yet?

Shoemaker Master Zheng's eyes became more and more erratic.

As he spoke, his body trembled unnaturally...

"In the past, in order to chase the love in my heart, I gave up the high-paying job in China, and I accompanied her to Paris desperately..."

"I thought that was the most beautiful appearance of love."

"It's just that after I arrived in Paris, I found helplessly that they only had romance in their eyes. It is the capital of romance. They have no interest in so-called biological research..."

"I didn't have a suitable job there at all. In the end, I lost my job..."

"As for what I thought was my true love back then, she married a man who was seven years older than my father..."

"Ha ha……"

"It's really ridiculous!"

"In the end, I had no choice but to pick up this ancestral craft, and it has been up to now."

While talking, Master Zheng, the shoemaker, casually picked up the jug on the side, and then viciously poured himself a mouthful...

The pain in his heart was gathering, which made him feel inexplicably painful, and also had an indescribable haggard feeling...

All in all, very sad.

"So... so miserable?"

"How do I feel like I've seen the rest of my life?"

"I don't know how to make shoes yet, and then I won't have to sell books for a living?"

Zhao Haitang immediately began to think wildly.

Thinking of this in my heart, my body trembled slightly unnaturally, and the sense of stagnation in my heart was vividly displayed.

It is undeniable that there are already some different thoughts and feelings in my heart.

"Hai Tang, don't be discouraged!"

"Things haven't reached that point yet!"

"Really...really not!"

"You know the quality of curry sauce, it's absolutely impossible to do something like that!"

"So you can rest assured..."

"Besides, haven't you always said that you are a great poet? Just like Paris is the capital of romance, maybe your poems will become popular there..."

Ziqiao stepped forward, saw Zhao Haitang like this, and quickly comforted him.

Although some things seem sad, but many times we still have to face them...

The situation is such a situation, the situation is such a situation.

"Is that so?"

"I...I always feel that I will end up like that Master Zheng..."

Zhao Haitang walked to the door in a daze, his eyes flickering.

"Hai Tang, if you don't even have the confidence, you are still arguing to accompany Curry Sauce to Paris? You haven't even thought about things clearly, it's really not good..."

"You still have to think carefully about whether this is what you want."

"Or, can you really love me and go to the end of the world!"

"I'm not doubting your feelings for curry sauce, it's just... it's just that the reality is just messing around!"

Zhang Wei sighed, as if he had some insights on this matter.

While talking, the excited expression on his face was particularly real.

This attitude appears to be problematic.

"Reality?"

"Whatever?"

"Maybe... maybe..."

"I didn't think much about it before, but now that this kind of thing is in front of me, I have to face it. Can I really adapt to life in Paris?"

"I can't even speak French..."

"I wasn't even able to work there."

"Am I really going to spend my whole life wandering like this?"

"Eating to the end of the world?"

(End of this chapter)