"Damn it! In this dirty and shameless world, dirty things will happen in front of my eyes every minute, every second, even every time I blink."
Zheng Yucheng, who continued to talk crazy words, kept lifting the bottles with his hands, and he poured two bottles of dark beer into the meatball soup. Zhou Mingyao quickly grabbed his wrist, but soon after, Yu Cheng shouted that the spacious breakfast restaurant was about to collapse.
"Last night's weather forecast said there would be thunderstorms this morning. I didn't expect it to come so suddenly and violently! It's useless to bring an umbrella. Even if you rush back to the work to get it, the short three-minute journey will definitely make you feel cold."
Listening to Ming Yao's thorny words, Yu Cheng continued to open and close his impeccable smelly beak as if he was afraid of missing the opportunity to speak.
"I really fucking don't want to live anymore. I'm also a human being. Why is God so unfair?! Those arrogant guys just rely on having good parents. They can stand directly in other people's lives without having to work hard with their own sweat. At the finish line. What is there to be proud of, what is there to be arrogant about. Mingyao, why do you think they look down on people so much! And that person over there, what are you looking at!" The eyelashes around Yucheng's eyes were covered with tears. Rushing into a pitch-black mass, screaming words that were colder and sharper than an ice knife, Ming Yao immediately shut his mouth firmly. But Yucheng's cries became louder and louder, and he even slammed his hands on the table. The innocent diners sitting one meter away from them were also directly pulled by Yu Cheng to use as a punching bag.
"Thunderstorm, please finish this one happily. Then a white light instantly sent my brother Yucheng back to that bizarre time and space. I, Zhou Mingyao, am willing to store the good luck of my life in Yu Brother Cheng’s place.”
Yucheng also turned his head to the sky, praying hysterically to the dark sky.
"Please, dear brother, please stop immediately. Everyone is looking at us."
Someone suddenly grabbed the peaked cap that was placed on the table. It was none other than Zhou Mingyao, the enemy of two generations who liked to make Yu Cheng lose his image.
Yucheng was so angry that he couldn't help but talk. However, the scene changed and Ming Yao, who was sitting side by side on the rooftop, seemed to be showing signs of a maternal attack. At this moment, his face, his eyes and his soul have been completely penetrated by the life here. There are joys and sorrows, and even confusion seems chaotic.
"Through these two things that happened to you and me, I have finally come to my senses. Let's postpone the wedding as long as we can. Thank God if we can postpone it until we grow old."
"Friend, have you been drinking too much chicken soup recently? Just looking at your face, you look a little over-nourished!"
Ming Yao always looked at Yu Cheng with a strange and awkward look. Looking at him with a strange appearance, Yu Cheng couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Brother, I barely escaped this time thanks to you. But for someone who does this kind of stressful job without any technical content, how could unemployment and layoffs slip away from my head forever? Think about it, If we were in that kind of situation where I had the upper hand and the lower hand, would I have the courage to write my resignation letter? I would submit it with such arrogance, and then confront Choi In Hyuk and Shin Jung Hwan. Haha, this kind of ignorant thing would feel ridiculous even in my dreams. .”
Looking at the rough sunflowers in front of him and the sparse floating leaves, Ming Yao could no longer bear it and let out a long and silent breath.
"Director Shen is right, people without money will talk about their self-esteem as an excuse for not working hard. If you think about it carefully, is there really only a mere five notes between the supervisor and the agent? Then How much self-esteem and face have been thrown away to win this opportunity! For those in the credit team, hard-won opportunities must be guarded with all their might." Zhou Mingyao couldn't help but think bitterly. said.
"That means Mingyao, you will definitely become friends with Shen Zhenghuan, right?"
Yucheng dully sorted out the relationship between Ming Yao and Shen Zhenghuan, but this was beyond his ability alone.
"How is it possible? You can let me die. But I, Zhou Mingyao, will never live like that without dignity in this life." Mingyao's thin and rough side face showed a bit of determination, and his gentle and affectionate eyes faintly conveyed A completely different and indescribable complex feeling.
"Why do you always say things like death or death so easily! If I were you, I could just walk away from the situation like yesterday!"
Yu Cheng muttered angrily, but Ming Yao burst into laughter.
"Among the two of us, who is the one who is truly ignorant of the world?" Ming Yao shrugged indifferently, his face was calm and he didn't even raise his eyebrows.
"I think only a shrewd and capable woman can dispel your unsavory ideas." Yu Cheng said without conscience.
"No matter how many years it takes, I will still live in a state where one person has enough to eat and the whole family is not hungry. As for Brother Yucheng, you should worry more about yourself. You are married into a famous family and you don't even have a child. What if? Heaven touches my sister-in-law Ni Lin, and I will purge you from the Song family."
Zhou Mingyao said one sentence after another, trying hard to put a bright smile on his face, but Yucheng understood that this was what he did when he was anxious.
"Get out of the way!" The heavy briefcase behind him slid to the ground. For the first time in a new time and space, Yucheng faced his best friend Zhou Mingyao and made a deep note of the word horse.
"Wow! Brother Yucheng, your flexibility is amazing. I think you almost made your debut as a ballet dancer back then." Zhou Mingyao said with surprise.
"What do you mean, almost? I came from a serious academic background. If your uncle hadn't asked me to give up later because of my busy studies, I might have joined a first-line dance troupe. How could I get married so early!", " Of course, if that choice was really made, how could there be only one girl with Song Joo-hyun's conditions?"
Yucheng almost murmured in a scarred voice, and suddenly a kind of sadness slowly surged from his cold heart to his hot throat.
"Hey! How did you do it back then? Can people with congenital uncoordinated limbs also be able to practice?" Ming Yao staggered closer to Yu Cheng's shadow.
"Can you practice it? You'll know if you try it yourself."
"Although my limbs are well coordinated, I'm a very hard-boned person. If Brother Yucheng gets out of the way."
Ming Yao dodged and dodged again and again, but finally he couldn't avoid meeting Yu Cheng's slender but powerful hands.
"Hey, you can stretch your body as much as possible like me!"
There was a loud movement from Yucheng's folded and twisted wrists. It was indeed the precursor of Overlord's bow. Mingyao might have been fooled by Yucheng's sudden movement. He kept looking at Yucheng blankly. , let him push left and right.
"Brother, I feel like I really can't do it." Ming Yao looked at the ground and said with difficulty.
"Who doesn't start from the beginning? Don't get anxious and try again."
What a pair of eyes they were, with a little complaint, a little sadness, and a little joking, which finally converged into the evil that made Ming Yao tremble with fear.
"Brother Yucheng, I really can't. It hurts a lot now." Mingyao's hair was dripping with sweat and his throat was tight. The moment Yucheng turned away cruelly, he begged for mercy breathlessly.
"That means that not only your bones, but your muscles are also very stiff." Yucheng pursed his lips and pressed Ming Yao's tense muscles without caring about his roar that echoed throughout the rooftop.
Click, click, click. The second hand of the clock rotated quickly and dutifully. At the same time, in the Song family villa, the old Ben clock placed in the living room also told the time. The sweat slowly turned from crystal clear to amber-like turbid burnt color.
"Take a deep breath, that's it, do it again." Yucheng secretly looked at the hard lines of Ming Yao's side face. At this time, that handsome face was covered with dark clouds, and his face was covered with sweat. It was even worse than when he got up and was driven to the street without any money. The beggars above are much more miserable.
"Yu, Brother Yucheng, my leg is really going to be broken." Ming Yao bit his lip and pulled his body back bit by bit.
"One last time, take a deep breath. Exhale, inhale..." Yucheng's hand that forcibly held Mingyao's shoulders tightened suddenly, his eyes filled with ruthlessness.
"Ah!" Ming Yao roared exhaustedly, as if the air around the rooftop would be crushed by the loud noise...
