Being with Wang Xuance is almost the easiest time for him. There is no need to think too much, no need to say too much, it is very relaxed, and it makes him feel a little tired in his ordinary life!

Twenty-five-year-old Yang Qingwu, even if he is not such a miserable young man, may become a complete pessimist.

I always only think about the worst of things, and every time I go to a place I will start thinking about a way out for myself and a way out for my life.

This may be the support he can survive in an era where China's economy is developing rapidly, people are desperately trying to climb up by others' heads, and people are everywhere acting like a mighty and evil!

This young man who was covered in scars and was instinctively alert to the human heart is twenty-five years old. He has never lived a comfortable life in the eyes of others, but he still survived tenaciously.

This young man, who is already twenty-five, reads some economic books every day when he is very tired, and takes a few manuscripts under the street light to deduce various theories that seem useless to him.

This young man, who is twenty-five years old and still a virgin, always says that he is called Qingniu when he meets people. He just hopes that others can remember his name, but he has never, let alone a woman.

We don’t know whether Yang Qingwu, who often smiles satisfied with his current life, also has the ambition to become rich and prosperous.

I only know that he has never called hardship or tiredness. He will still look at beautiful women more often, and a luxury car will silently remember what he saw about it in a car magazine, which makes people laughable displacement and speed.

Early spring in Shanghai is still extremely cold. At least it can be seen from the man who was unconscious of being cold or hungry at the restaurant's entrance, which was becoming increasingly tight and stiff.

If he is lucky, he probably will be polite to live until dawn, but he doesn't know that he will freeze and starve to death on the next night.

If he is not lucky, he will freeze to death or starve tonight.

There is nothing more than the corpses of homeless people on the streets, and there is never a shortage of metropolis like Shanghai.

In fact, I suffered less sin.

The bustling nights in Shanghai are never lacking in vitality, just like the twisting waists of strippers and the pure faces of luxury cars that were just over the get out of class.

The nights in Shanghai, which are as fashionable as colorful as the colorful flowers, are never lacking in warmth, just like those luxury shops and exquisitely decorated clubs that are always rarely visited.

There is never a shortage of delicious food in Shanghai at night. The cakes and chocolates in the windows of high-end restaurants, and the luxurious private rooms in luxury hotels are just picked by chopsticks and are thrown into the trash can.

But similarly, this man who is less than a hundred miles away from these things, within a thousand miles of this man, who is not old but very vicissitudes, is losing his life little by little because of the lack of food and warmth.

There is no sympathy or mercy, because they all know that the person who is about to freeze and starve to death also knows that this is all fate!

With a bang! The restaurant door opened.

It was Yang Qingwu wearing dark autumn pants, who walked to the man in a cold shiver.

"Diet?"

Yang Qingwu kicked the man lightly twice with his feet, and then he tried to find out the man's breathing with his hands, weak but quite clear.

"You're so lucky! You can't even die of freezing. You shouldn't be dead. You're going to meet me!"

It's three o'clock in the morning now, and Yang Qingwu, who always sleeps until dawn, wakes up inexplicably and can no longer sleep.

So he saved the man who was hungry and cold at the entrance of the restaurant.

That year, Yang Qingwu was twenty-five years old.

That year, Jiang Zhuohe was 34 years old.

Yang Qingwu had nothing, worked in a restaurant to make a living.
Chapter completed!