The perfect future of rebirth

Chapter 357 Treats (127/281)

For dinner, Zhao Fusheng invited Yu Feihong to eat hot pot. The two simply ordered something. After a day's rest, Yu Feihong looked bright and charming. Even sitting there, he gave people a peaceful feeling.

The soup in the hot pot was boiling, Zhao Fusheng added vegetables and meat to it.

Yu Feihong just looked at it, quietly, and then asked: "Drink?"

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "I usually don't drink."

"Then you can drink, I'll drink." Yu Feihong said.

Zhao Fusheng nodded and asked the waiter to bring in three bottles of beer and a bottle of drink.

"cheers."

"cheers."

The two clinked glasses and drank each.

"I didn't say to drink only three bottles of beer." Yu Feihong glanced at Zhao Fusheng and smiled.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "White wine hurts the body, beer nourishes the stomach, just have a drink."

A gleam flashed in Yu Feihong's eyes. Few men would persuade themselves to drink less instead of persuading him to drink.

"You know, my personality is very boyish." Yu Feihong said with a smile.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "You can see it."

Being able to be called Brother Fei, Yu Feihong naturally has a masculine arrogance.

Glancing at Zhao Fusheng, Yu Feihong said, "You're still the first man who doesn't persuade me to drink."

Zhao Fusheng laughed: "I have a friend named Tan Kaixuan. He said: when you meet someone with evil intentions, no matter how kind you are, he will think you are pretending."

Yu Feihong was startled, and nodded: "You are right, but there are always some special people, aren't there?"

Zhao Fusheng shrugged and said nothing, but picked up the vegetables and meat in the hot pot and lowered his head to eat.

His current mental age is in his forties, not in his early twenties. Although he admires Yu Feihong very much, Zhao Fusheng doesn't think there is any further development between the two of them.

Zhao Fusheng hadn't thought about friends or something for the time being, it wasn't that Yu Feihong was bad, but Zhao Fusheng felt that he was a celebrity and he was just an outsider.

Yu Feihong looked at Zhao Fusheng, the boy had been eating there with his head down, and occasionally said a few words to himself, no more, no less, just right, in all fairness, she rarely saw such a person.

"The first time I heard Lao Jiang talk about you, I was a little surprised." It was the first time that two strangers sat together for a meal. After the necessary pleasantries, they naturally talked about mutual friends, such as Jiang Wen.

"Really, Mr. Jiang seems to have praised me a lot." Zhao Fusheng said.

Yu Feihong shook his head: "No, he said you are not a fuel-efficient lamp."

Zhao Fusheng was stunned, then put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and made a gesture to make a phone call: "I have to ask Teacher Jiang, how can this person be like this, talking behind his back."

Yu Feihong laughed, obviously, she knew that Zhao Fusheng would not make that call.

"I'm a more mature person." Zhao Fusheng tilted his head and thought for a while, and explained to Feihong: "Maybe in the eyes of others, this is the reason for being too scheming."

Zhao Fusheng's outlook on life is undoubtedly formed through the tempering of time and experience.

After decades of ups and downs, any adult will form his own life experience in his heart, and Zhao Fusheng naturally does the same.

"There's nothing wrong with being mature." Unexpectedly, Yu Feihong agreed with Zhao Fusheng's words, nodded and said: "Although our family is not from a scholarly family, my father told me when I was very young that one should strive to realize one's own ideals. value, otherwise to live is to leave no value at all.”

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "It makes sense, Uncle is a wise man."

"It's not wise to say that he is a businessman, so he naturally has his own way of dealing with people." Yu Feihong said with a smile: "In my father's opinion, people should strive to realize their own value in life, and take good care of themselves. One's own relatives. Besides, we should try our best to help those kind-hearted ordinary people, because helping others is a happy thing."

Zhao Fusheng laughed: "It's all reasonable, let Fu understand it."

As he spoke, he held up the drink in front of him.

Yu Feihong smiled, clinked glasses with Zhao Fusheng, and drank it down in one gulp.

Since ancient times, Chinese people have liked to talk about things at the wine table. The reason is very simple, because drinking can easily bring the relationship between two strangers closer.

Just like Yu Feihong and Zhao Fusheng, during the process of drinking and chatting, the strangeness between each other naturally decreased.

"Have you ever thought about writing "The Devil Is Coming" into a book?" Obviously, what Yu Feihong did to Zhao Fusheng is very clear.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "I'm not interested in being an empty writer."

Yu Feihong asked curiously: "What is an empty-headed writer?"

"Most of the so-called writers can be said to be empty writers." Zhao Fusheng's face was a little red in the hot pot, and he said casually: "Because these people can only talk with their mouths, but don't know how to do things. Ba la ba la la speaks better than singing, but I have no practical experience. Of course, some people may not even understand the words..."

"According to what you said, shouldn't theory be more important than literature?" Yu Feihong laughed.

Zhao Fusheng thought for a while and nodded: "Isn't it like this before? Science students look down on liberal arts students, foreign literature students look down on Chinese literature students, literature students look down on philosophy students, philosophy students look down on sociology students Students, the Department of Sociology looks down on students of education, and students in the Department of Education have nothing to look down on, except their own teachers."

"Hahahaha..." Yu Feihong almost slapped the table and laughed, she thought this young man was really funny.

This trip to Ninghai is really worthwhile.

"Is it that funny?" Zhao Fusheng asked while looking at Yu Feihong helplessly.

Yu Feihong nodded: "It's very interesting."

"Eat, eat."

"Good good."

The two continued to eat. Occasionally, Zhao Fusheng would ask about some things in Yu Feihong's circle, and Yu Feihong knew everything without saying anything.

Yu Feihong really only drank three bottles of beer, and he didn't drink any alcohol afterwards, but drank with Zhao Fusheng.

"I'll see you off." Zhao Fusheng looked at the sky outside and said to Feihong.

Yu Feihong frowned slightly, then nodded: "Alright."

It's warm and cold.Although the spring is cold, although the leaves have not had time to stick their heads out, they shyly hit a few flower bones, and the spring breeze blows, and they can't help but slowly bloom and smile.

The two walked side by side on the road, the stars in the sky twinkled, Zhao Fusheng suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Yu Feihong was a little surprised.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "I just suddenly felt that being able to walk on this road with Sister Fei is probably something I never thought about."

Yu Feihong glanced at Zhao Fusheng, inexplicably, he felt that this big boy seemed to have a story.