"So, what exactly are we doing here?"

Hu Qiang, who came to the Waibaidu Bridge, folded his arms and said tremblingly.

"Just stay here with you watching the river and blowing the cold wind?"

"You didn't mean to make me catch a cold? Are you trying to get back at me in this way?"

"Murphy, haven't I just criticized you a few times? Is this the case?"

"How much hatred and hate?"

"Hey, Murphy, I've said so much, can you say something?"

"Aren't you usually pretty good at speaking? If I say something to you, you'll come back with ten words."

"Why don't you talk now?"

Ouyang Murphy, who was looking at the river outside the bridge, suddenly asked instead of answering: "Old Hu, don't you think it looks pretty?"

"Um?"

Hu Qiang, who had been nagging, was stunned for a moment, looked at Jiang Se outside, and then curled his lips.

"It's already this hour, and it's not summer. Most of the landscape lights in the light show have been turned off. What's so exciting?"

"If it looks good, come early another day. Once the light show is on, it will look good!"

"Murphy, why don't we retreat first and come back here another day to watch the Bund light show?"

Ouyang Murphy smiled slightly, held on to the railing and said, "You don't understand, this is the real night scene in Shanghai. The landscape decorated with light shows has too many artificial traces and is not beautiful."

"Really." Hu Qiang frowned noncommittally, "You, a non-mainstream punk programmer, still care about this?"

"Are you discriminating against me?" Ouyang Murphy turned to look at Hu Qiang and narrowed his eyes slightly.

It's like a beautiful tigress squinting at its prey.

Seeing Ouyang Murphy like this, Hu Qiang immediately instinctively closed his legs and put on an elegant and easy-going smile:

"No, no, absolutely not, how dare I discriminate against you? I just feel emotional!"

"What are you feeling?" Ouyang Murphy's eyes narrowed into slits.

Hu Qiang blinked twice and said in an extremely sincere tone: "Sentiment... you are so unique and different!"

"Tch!" Ouyang Murphy curled his lips, said nothing more, and continued to look at the river view outside.

After a pause, Ouyang Murphy suddenly said: "I'm sorry, I wrongly blamed you."

"Huh?" Hu Qiang looked confused, "What?"

Ouyang Murphy was quiet for a moment, and then sighed: "Adults really can't be like children and cry whenever and wherever they want.

I thought I could, but actually...

In fact, adults like us, when we want to cry, we really have to hide and find a place to cry secretly. We cannot and do not want others to see us.

Because that's so embarrassing!

So your...crying hood...is a good idea."

Hu Qiang frowned: "That's it?"

"That's it!"

"Oh, thanks."

Ouyang Murphy frowned and pursed his lips, then suddenly turned to look at Hu Qiang:

"Lao Hu, although I admit that adults are indeed under a lot of pressure, and they really can't cry whenever they want.

But aren't you tired of wearing a mask like you do every day?

I can understand wearing a mask at work.

Isn’t it really uncomfortable that you are still like this now?”

"It's uncomfortable, of course it's uncomfortable." Hu Qiang folded his arms and kept stamping his feet on the spot. "I only know that I feel very cold now. I just want to go home and take a hot bath, and then sleep under the quilt."

"Don't always look away from him!" Ouyang Murphy frowned, "Escape will not solve the problem!"

Hu Qiang looked at Ouyang Murphy in surprise: "Murphy, actually, I really want to know now, in such a cold day and night, how do you manage to keep your legs bare without shaking your legs? Do you have a special physique?

, is it really not cold at all?”

"It's cold." Ouyang Murphy nodded, "Who said I'm not cold?"

"Then you are still dressed like this?" Hu Qiang asked strangely.

"Because it looks good." Ouyang Murphy said, "Not only does it look good, it's also cool, don't you think?"

"I don't think so at all." Hu Qiang shook his head.

Ouyang Murphy curled his lips and said disdainfully: "Don't think so, you still peek at my thighs all day long?"

"Ahem! Slander, pure slander!"

"Whether it is slander or not, you know it yourself!"

Hu Qiang turned his head and hugged his arms tightly: "Oh, the breeze here is quite cool."

"I just came here because it's cool enough." Ouyang Murphy said with a smile, "Don't you think, coming over and blowing in the cool breeze can clear your mind. Plus, looking at the original scenery of the river, you won't feel so depressed.

Already?"

"Okay." Hu Qiang said, "I admit, I can't keep up with your brain circuit."

Ouyang Murphy smiled: "Come on, Lao Hu, shout loudly to the river."

"Shout? What are you shouting for?" Hu Qiang asked in surprise.

"Shout whatever you want." Ouyang Murphy said.

"For example, you can yell at Lanny, the company, or anyone you hate. Otherwise, you can just yell. Anyway, you just yell as hard as you can to vent your emotions and let all the unhappiness follow.

Release your shout!"

Hu Qiang looked at Ouyang Murphy blankly: "Are you stupid because of the wind, or have you watched too much TV? Is this why you brought me here?"

"Yes!" Ouyang Murphy said, "I know that you have been under great pressure and in a bad mood these past two days, but just crying secretly while wearing a hood is not that effective.

You can try shouting into the river here, the effect is much better than wearing a hood.

Come on, don’t be afraid, give it a try, and you’ll know after you try it.”

"I don't! This is too stupid!" Hu Qiang shook his head.

"Try it!" Ouyang Murphy exclaimed.

"I won't try!" Hu Qiang refused.

"Believe it or not, I'm going to kick your ass?" Ouyang Murphy raised one leg slightly.

"Okay, that's enough!" Hu Qiang waved his hand quickly, "I'm shouting. Isn't it okay for me to shout? But if I shout, will you let me go?"

"Yes, you shout louder and shout out all your unhappiness, and I will let you go!" Ouyang Murphy nodded with a smile.

"I really owe you in my previous life!"

After shaking his head, Hu Qiang took a deep breath, pondered for a moment, and then shouted to the river: "Lannifu, you suck!"

Poof!

Ouyang Murphy suddenly couldn't help laughing loudly, and while laughing, he bent down and patted his thigh.

"Lannifu, dead eunuch, hermaphrodite, no dick!"

"Haha, hahahaha!" Ouyang Murphy laughed so hard that he was out of breath, and pinched his waist with both hands, "I can't do it, I can't do it. I didn't expect you to have a talent for telling jokes. It's so funny! Hahaha, I'm about to gasp.

Don’t be angry anymore!”

"In that case, let's go?"

"What should I do? Go ahead and vent out loudly, then you can feel better!"

"But……"

"Don't worry, although we can't change our living environment, we can start by changing our emotions!

Only when you are in a better mood can you face life better, don’t you think?

Come on, shout louder!"

"Go to hell, performance!" Hu Qiang continued to shout.

"Even if I was once a grass root in the mud."

"Now I can still counterattack and become the king!"

"I control my own life!"

After shouting this, Hu Qiang deliberately exaggerated and kept breathing loudly, and then deliberately said out of breath to Ouyang Murphy: "Now, is that all right now? I can't shout anymore!"

Ouyang Murphy curled his lips in disgust: "You can't breathe after just shouting for so long. Are you too useless?"
To be continued...