.Conversation a few nights ago.

Zhou Xingwen: "What is this?"

Liu Zhenbang: "Updated."

Zhou: "Damn, do you know how long has it been since you updated?"

Liu: "I know..."

Zhou: "Is this your annual publication?"

Liu: "...In fact, as long as I try hard, I can always ejaculate a little..."

week:"……"

Liu: "Hehehehehehehe!"

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"Hi, what are you watching early in the morning?" I came to school early in the morning and saw the prince sitting alone in his seat flipping through books.

"godfather."

"ha?"

The prince closed the book and showed me the cover: "The Godfather."

"Oh, what do you think of this?" I put down my schoolbag, "Oh, you got the disc. I don't deny that this is a classic work, but I don't think it seems that this is not that suitable at this time."

"Suitable? What are you saying? Are you not going to explain to me what you are saying?" The prince buried his head in the book and talked to me.

"Oh, this, although we have become the boss of this school, and we are watching the two streets next to us. But these are not as good as studying the Godfather's culture. In fact, you and I don't care about these things at all, right?"

In fact, the people who are in charge of the land here are Sister Mei's people. Although we both became the nominal bosses, the people we found for us were all dealt with. We both still lived a free and free life.

The prince showed half of his face from the back of the book: "What are you thinking? What we want to learn about this is not how to be a godfather. But how to look like a godfather. Now, nominally, we are their heads. But if we become a hooligan, it will be something that I can't stand. At least we must have a gentlemanly demeanor."

"The godfather is also a hooligan."

The prince rolled his eyes and continued reading. I sat down and took out some idle books to read. However, although I stared at the books, my heart was inevitably turbulent. I started to wander around again. Brother Haonan's movie has not been filmed yet. But why is the atmosphere here so similar?

"Hey, do you really want to be a godfather?"

"What nonsense?" The prince rolled his eyes to me, "If I really become a godfather, it would be strange if my mother didn't break my legs."

"Then do you still want to play?"

"It doesn't matter if you play. Anyway, in their eyes, I am not as sensible as my brothers and sisters. Youthful and frivolous can explain a lot of things, but it doesn't necessarily mean that I can always use this to arrange my life freely. One day I will take the path they arranged for me."

"I thought you were fighting for your fate with such behavior. You were overestimating."

"Get out, you said you used to complain about me in my stomach and it was quite convincing."

Although this is true and correct, I accidentally recalled the themes of most of the film and television works that new and new teenagers watched many years later, but it still made me ask a meaningless question.

"But honestly, have you never thought about going your own way?"

"Do you know what kind of road you are going to take?"

The prince's replies made me speechless. What kind of road is I going to take? Become a successful person and become a superior person? It's too empty, let alone this seems to be the ideal of the godfather. Make a lot of money, live in the best house, eat the best food, and join the best woman? Well, it seems that money can solve this goal alone. As far as my pitiful cognition is concerned, those who can do this are neither black nor white. Then, being an official? I am not arguing that I have no way out, but if I ask him questions, it becomes meaningless. Study hard, improve every day, and become a great scientist? Do I really think so? It's hard to believe it. Then, if I practice cultivation, ascend to the truth? Damn, would I be fooled by the prince?

"So, the questions you ask are nonsense." The prince looked at me speechlessly and said, "You said, what are we doing so far?"

“Make life a little fun.”

"It seems that I don't need to consider breaking up with you now."

I slapped the prince and staggered: "You have no loyalty at all."

"Damn, don't touch me. I'm going to pat my chest and tell you how loyal you are. I guess you are thinking about breaking up with friends."

I patted my chest and said with a bang of momentum: "You guessed it wrong. I have great righteousness, and I am the first to be righteous, and I will be a knife for my friends..."

The prince cursed and slapped my bold words and interrupted me: "Get out, don't feel disgusting in front of me. If you have the will, don't hide."

"It turns out that you are the weak man who lowered his head before fate. I should consider drawing a clear line with you." I kept fighting back mentally while dodging.

Unexpectedly, the prince stopped and said a little lonely: "Speaking of it, do you believe in fate? Abang."

I stopped in shock and walked side by side with the prince: "Why do you ask this?"

"Do you believe in fate?"

The prince did not explain anything, but repeated his own question again. Believe? Don't believe? What is my fate? I die by that cold river? But I know that if I don't count the part I have seen, my fate has changed. Then the answer is very simple. My fate is from me and cannot control the sky. But why am I back to the present? Is this fate? I can't answer it in this way. Although the "past" has changed, I know that I have not gained the ability to travel in time and space. I have no way to influence the past in this life. What about fate in this life? I can make it not return to that small river again, but who knows that my fate is going to go back to that point here? This vicious cycle like a chicken and an egg, who knows the answer!

"I don't even know my fate, but I know whether I believe it or not." I thought about it and answered directly.

The prince stared at me and kept looking around. When my heart gradually became irritated, he spoke: "Yes, I heard some interesting answers."

"What is an interesting answer? Have you asked many people about this question?"

The prince actually nodded.

"You idiot, you?"

The prince did not fight back against my malicious words, and he continued: "I asked my parents, brothers and sisters, classmates, teachers, and guys who played together. During that period."

"That period?"

"In the days when I was interested in fate."

I nodded. Based on my understanding of the prince, if he wanted to get out of line, he would have done such a thing.

"But you should be able to predict the answer you got. Destiny is in your own hands, and you should know who the answer belongs to. There are also those who know destiny and accept fate. Of course, there are some old men. In addition to the mystery, there are a few girls who do divination all day long who hold this argument."

"Is there anything else?"

"What else?"

"For example, rivers say that fate is a long river, people are the fish in it, occasionally jump out and see..."

"Stop, these are mysticisms."

"Your classification is really rough. What is your answer in the end? Did you accept your fate?"

"No, I didn't figure it out in the end. Forget it."

Well, in terms of my understanding of the prince, this is also a move that suits his style.

"How could he accept his fate so much about the arrangements at home?"

"What kind of fate do you accept? Without any great effort, you can live in a house; have clothes to wear; have food to eat, and be better than ordinary people; have girls to accompany you, and also better than ordinary people..." He glanced at me and continued, "You said, are you willing to live such a life?"

"Damn, communist borer."

"Would you like to live?"

"I will definitely defeat you."

"Truthful?"

"And then replace you."

"Truthful words."

The unnutritional dialogue with the prince is repeated in life and often happens. But we are both intoxicated with each other. It is more or less a good adjustment in boring life. Occasionally, I wonder if this person has a very high status in the future, and then after retirement, will he also publish a "Quotes of Li Zhengxing" or something? Then, will our words that sound mysterious and seem very bad will be included in him in another historical period or another location? At that time, can I sigh that fate is really wonderful. Or, fate is created for this. What determines everything is actually just a little bit that we can see in front of us.
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