"Everyone has his own way of life." Han Bing seemed to see that my anger had finally subsided a little, and then he raised his head, still holding the carbon pen in his hand, as if he was ready to continue working at any time.
"But Mai is not willing at all." Holding the cup in my hand, I stood up and went to the water dispenser to refill the glass of water. The bucket filled with water made a gurgling sound.
"How do you know?" Han Bing asked.
"The tone of Xiaomai's words, his expression, and his movements all declared that he absolutely hated that Chinese zodiac sign!" I said with certainty, believing that my eyes would never be wrong.
"Just think what you say is true. But, what does it have to do with you?"[
"This..." I was dumbfounded for a moment. I really had never thought about this problem before. What does it have to do with me whether wheat is in the twelve zodiac signs?
What is the reason? Do you simply look at Xiaomai as pitiful? Or do you think the behavior of the twelve zodiac signs is disgusting?
"I remember..." Han Bing paused: "When we were in X County, Ma Liang, one of the Four King Kongs, once invited you to join the gang, but you refused?"
"Yes." I nodded. That time I was beaten so severely that I couldn't move for several days.
"In the final analysis, you are still very resistant to this kind of gang in your heart." Han Bing picked up a beautiful silver-white porcelain cup on the table, took a sip of water, and continued: "In your heart, anyone who forms a gang is not a good person.
, always wanting to knock them down one by one, is actually just the shadow in your own heart."
"Even so!" I couldn't suppress the anger in my heart: "But they are not good people in the first place! Take the Four Diamonds and the Chinese Zodiac as examples. Have they done any good things? Shouldn't they be knocked down?
, should we let them continue to stay in this world and harm the people?"
Han Bing drank the water leisurely, listening to me complaining, and said leisurely: "What an angry young man..."
The word "angry youth" is extremely destructive to me. It means that I don't use my brain when speaking and doing things, and I am easily impulsive. I often only rely on my own wishful thinking to judge and think about something.
So when Han Bing used this word to describe me, it seemed to hit my weak spot and made me speechless for a moment.