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Stress can make a man, turn him into a man, and it can also break down a man and turn him into a cowering tortoise.

Tang Tianbao naturally wasn't the type of person to shrink back, but when faced with pressure, he was also so anxious that his eyebrows were about to burst into flames. He found Chen Dalong. They had not seen each other for a long time. He wanted to find Chen Dalong to drink. With this thought in mind, Tang Tianbao dialed Chen Dalong's number.

"Hey, Young Master Tang, how did you get the time to think of me?" Chen Dalong joked on the other end of the phone.

"Cut the crap." What are you doing now? " Tang Tianbao asked.

"It's nothing. I just want to sleep. I'm just watching the news online and playing games." What time is it? Why don't you take a look at it... Speak, what is it? " Chen Dalong held the phone in one hand and the mouse in the other. He clicked on some of the colorful patterns on the computer table, and the sound box emitted a "Hua La" sound.

"You've thought about it bro, why can't I call you?" How have you been? " Tang Tianbao greeted back. He still hadn't forgotten that he still owed Chen Dalong money. "That's right. I'll return the money to you in a few days. Don't be in such a hurry."

"No rush, take it and use it." Oh right, I heard Auntie came? I'll come over to see you in a few days. " Chen Dalong was also courteous.

For some reason, the two of them suddenly became very polite. Neither of them were used to this feeling, but after all, they hadn't seen each other for a long time, so they really missed each other. Tang Tianbao did not beat around the bush and said, "Why don't you come out and drink?"

"When? "Now?" Chen Dalong asked.

"Yes, right now. I'll wait for you at the Sky Dragon Bar. " Tang Tianbao had the confidence to make an appointment with Chen Dalong. The two of them had played together since they were young, so they weren't blood brothers. They were even more like blood brothers.

"Okay, wait for me." Chen Dalong paused the game on the computer, hung up the phone, put on his clothes and ran downstairs.

He knew less than himself when it came to wine, and less than his brothers when it came to wine. Two men, both in the same city. They were usually busy with their own things and hadn't had a drink together in a long time.

Chen Dalong said to Tang Tianbao, "Xiaobao, you've gotten skinnier."

Tang Tianbao's eyes glazed over. He took out his cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag from it. As the saying goes, a person cannot be revived while he is dead. However, a living person would inevitably think of the dead on a certain occasion. How could one not miss and miss the vicissitudes of life? Although his face was full of wrinkles, his smile was still very bright. Now that he thought about it, he could not even utter a single word. He couldn't even see a single face. He was no longer the reckless Tang Tianbao of before, and no longer had that arrogance which viewed money like dung and dirt. His life was made up of many trivial things, and he had forced himself into Tang Tianbao's life, and in order to properly honor his mother, he had acknowledged that he had lowered his head to this society, to this city. There was no other way. If he didn't earn money in a day, he would starve.

The city did not believe in tears. Especially in the big cities, they were brightly lit, but they couldn't give Tang Tianbao the slightest bit of warmth; they couldn't give Tang Tianbao the slightest bit of happiness while singing and dancing. In the tall buildings of the concrete city, Tang Tianbao could only feel coldness and indifference. Everyone was doing their own things, everyone was busy with money, but they were all mediocre.

From the countryside to the city, what was needed was not only diligence, loyalty and simplicity, but also intelligence, courage and courage. Today, he might sit here eating and drinking, or tomorrow, he might become a man who had fallen to the streets. In this huge city of Chaozhou, Tang Tianbao couldn't find a sense of belonging. This was the world of the rich, the heaven of the rich, the hell of the truly poor.

Tang Tianbao knew that a person who wanted to be raised and yet didn't want to be loved by others. Tang Daqui's sudden death had taught Tang Tianbao a lesson. He was already nearing his prime, yet he was still living an indeterminate and indeterminate life. He felt ashamed just thinking about it.

Tang Tianbao was so engrossed that even when Chen Dalong called out to him twice, he didn't hear it. Tang Tianbao's eyes flashed with tears. The tears on his face, under the illumination of the lantern light, appeared exceptionally bright. Ever since Tang Daqui had left, Tang Tianbao had rarely shed tears. His tears had already dried up in those countless days and nights. He wanted to be a strong person. He wanted to be able to stand at the top of Tidal City and earn a place that truly belonged to him. He wanted to let his mother, Duan Hong, live a good life. He wanted Tang Daqui, who was below the ninth spring, to rest in peace.

After Tang Tianbao had experienced the pain of losing his father, his entire being had changed. He told himself that he had to see through this society and enter it at all costs. Tang Tianbao didn't know whether this was the right thing to do or the wrong thing. In any case, the peasant aura he exuded was getting weaker and weaker. A person's fate began to change. Whether it was rising or falling, Tang Tianbao could not see the future, but he still bravely took this step forward.

Chen Dalong had long since changed his little bit of peasant thought and consciousness. From the first day Chen Dalong arrived in Chaozhou, he had decided to change himself. He wanted his mother to adapt and integrate into this deceitful and deceitful society. Chen Dalong had never gone to college. He came to this city very early on, only with the mindset of working, earning money, getting married, and having children. As soon as he got off the train, it started to drizzle. The people who alighted with him were all migrant workers. They carried big bags and walked out of the platform in ragged clothes. Although it was drizzling, Chen Dalong's passion and the grand blueprint in his mind had filled him with confidence and hope for the city. He carried his luggage out of the station and walked alone in the square of the railway station. The weather was cold, but there was a fire burning in his heart.

Hope is always full and sexy, but reality is thin and emotional. When Chen Dalong finished walking through the train station's square, he found that his wallet had disappeared …

Just thinking about the hardships of the past was enough to cause one to be unable to hold back their tears.

Chen Dalong raised the wine cup on the table and finished it in one gulp. It had been a long time since he'd had such an open drink, and today he was going to have a good one. Often things backfired, and the more one wanted to drink, the worse it became. Perhaps it was because of Tang Tianbao's negative influence, Chen Dalong was still unable to cheer up. He didn't know what was worth laughing about tonight. Looking back, I might as well play mahjong instead. Looking forward to the future, f * cking hell, as if he still didn't want to engage in prostitution. Prostitution. Chen Dalong took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth and took out a lighter. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hit the lighter. Chen Dalong shook the lighter and kept hitting it, but only the spark did not come out. In a fit of rage, he left the lighter far behind. A person's life was like this lighter. When it was filled with liquefied gases, it was very bright red. However, once the liquefied gases were gone, there would only be an empty shell left, a walking corpse that was completely useless. In the end, it could only be said that his energy had run out.

Chen Dalong extended his hand in front of Tang Tianbao and gestured.

"What's wrong?" Tang Tianbao asked as he recovered from his thoughts.

"Lend me the fire engine." As Chen Dalong spoke, the cigarette in his mouth swayed.

The two of them smoked and drank, each feeling sorry for their difficult journey, but they didn't talk much. Every successful person has the same success, but every failed person has different failures. His failure was too painful. He didn't want to be mentioned, so he could only speak his own words.

Chen Dalong was also smoking a cigarette. His mood was pretty good at first, so he came to the bar straightforwardly, and on the phone, he heard from Tang Tianbao that in a few days he would pay back the money he owed. He thought that Tang Tianbao had some sort of good fortune, but when he arrived at the bar, not only did he not hear anything good about Tang Tianbao, he always saw a bitter look on his face. Chen Dalong's sadness and nostalgia flashed by. Although he did not believe in the past, nor in the future, he was still very satisfied with the present.

Chen Dalong raised his wine cup and knocked it twice on the table, reminding Tang Tianbao, "Hey, Xiaobao, what are you thinking about? "Drink, drink, drink …"

"Dalong, you said …" Tang Tianbao wanted to say something but held back. He had been holding back for the past two days. Not only had he worked overtime, but he also didn't want to talk to anyone for fear that he would slip up. He definitely couldn't let that two hundred thousand dollars go to waste this time. Xie Min's words lingered in his ears, making him suspect that he was suffering from obsessive compulsive disorder.

"Say what? What's wrong? You definitely have something on your mind today. What exactly happened? " Chen Dalong had already brought the wine cup to his mouth, but he still stopped and stared blankly at Tang Tianbao.

The relationship between Chen Dalong and Tang Tianbao had already existed for more than ten years, so naturally, there was no need to mention it. However, Tang was still worried. He knew that Chen Dalong was also working in a clothing factory. Although he did not know exactly which company Chen Dalong was in, he still knew the principle that one was an enemy to another. It was not that he did not want Chen Dalong to help him with his plans, but he could not say that his worries were unnecessary. Chen had no idea how important the two hundred thousand yuan was to Tang Tianbao.

"Oh, nothing... "Drink." In the end, Tang Tianbao did not say anything to Chen Dalong.

From that moment on, however, the relationship between the two began to change, as if two straight lines, intersecting each other, were slowly beginning to move away from each other.

The weather grew sultry, there was no cool breeze, the night sky was dark, and the moon and stars fled. I don't know if it's a black cloud pressing down on the city or the darkness of the night … Chaozhou City hadn't rained for a long time.