Chapter 3540

"Brother Zhuo Yang, if you hadn't gone to Germany 16 years ago, what would you look like now?"

"I can take the college entrance examination for art students. Now I should be a music teacher in middle school or university. Football can also be played. It will be my only hobby."

"There are many students who worship you."

"Not necessarily. I'm good at making trouble. Maybe I'll be fired early."

"And then what?"

"My character can't do business, and I don't have any other skills. In the end, I will teach piano and teach children at home."

"Then make trouble and continue to be a tutor in another city?"

"It should be."

"But we'll still be together."

"Of course." Zhuo Yang said, "maybe you will go to China, or I will be exiled to Europe, but there must be an unexpected afternoon."

"It must still be autumn."

"There must be a river."

"It doesn't matter," said Kou Kou. "As long as we can be together, everything else doesn't matter."

"I will still live on soft food as I do now."

"I raise you ~"

"I will be a little famous pianist. Your presence will still make me show an infectious performance."

"Brother Zhuo Yang, your talent will not be buried."

"And I don't have to be so busy now. Wife, I'm really a person with no ambition. The life just described actually attracts me more. So a little piano cultivation is enough."

"Even if you waste your talent?"

"I don't blame those who don't know. I don't know my talent and talent. What waste is there to talk about."

"Husband, a little talented person, is the most painful."

"What do you say?"

"If you have a little talent, you will not be satisfied with the current situation and the surrounding environment, but his talent can't make him change and break away. That's how the pain comes."

Zhuo Yang said: "a little talented person can see part of the moonlight, but his talent is not enough for him to touch the moonlight."

Kou Kou: "he can't stand the torture and destruction of real life, and his own talent can't realize the beautiful artistic ideal, so he can't create any excellent works."

Zhuo Yang: "just sandwiched between reality and ideal, maybe he can't touch the moonlight all his life. A little talent can let the mind see the scenery of the new world, but let his body only stay in the old world."

"Brother Zhuo Yang, you are not, but there are many such people."

"For example, Kong Yiji. Lu Xun said that everyone sleeps in a stuffy room and slowly suffocates to death. The most painful ones are not those who sleep. Dying in their sleep is not painful. The most painful ones are those who wake up and want to open the door but can't do anything about it."

"Another example is the writer who writes the article on the street?"

"Yes."

The couple looked out of the window and turned back together.

"Writing online is the most difficult thing, not one of them."

"Especially on the street."

"All day is either coding or preparing code."

"For a little plot, I think of losing my hair."

"Readers don't necessarily like it yet."

"Harvested intervertebral disc, cervical spondylitis and myopia."

"There is also a tight life and a tangled inner world."

"Brother Zhuo Yang, should we sympathize with him or pity him?"

"No! Despise him because he deserves it."

They looked out of the window again, their eyes full of schadenfreude.

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"Second brother, read a poem." Zhuo Yang said, "I haven't heard you sing for a long time."

"Go away. I sell myself, not art."

"Art is not enough."

"What the hell are you trying to say?"

"The 34 year old Bangzi doesn't want to change places? He always dominates in Serie A. are you interesting?"

"It's interesting. My football is like my love. I'm loyal to Apennine."

"But your love is not faithful."

"You don't understand," said Meng. "I used to be a prodigal son who searched all over the world, but my soul is loyal."

"Only loyal to yourself?"

"Only for yourself."

"I'll go and tell sister-in-law Ping."

Meng Er nodded, squinted and said, "go, she won't believe you."

Zhuo Yang didn't move. "Do you think adding a c Luo can stop me?"

"How do you know if you don't try."

"If you really want to stop me, you should come to the Premier League."

"Like those three dogs?"

"They are braver than you."

"Compared with scar?"

"Scar is actually retired, aren't you?"

"So I'm braver than scar and braver than Ronaldo and Messi. These two goods are absolutely afraid to go to the Premier League. I'm not good enough and I'm more than good. I never ask myself."

"I admire you for that," Zhuo Yang said. "Kou Kou said that people with a little talent are the most painful. You have successfully avoided the painful trap."

"I'm not a little talent. Have you ever seen a lover who can play football and play well, who can sing poetry and sing well?"

"I'm sorry, your father, I'm the best of ball, piano and boxing."

"Zhuo Yang, I've been thinking about what I would be like if I didn't meet you or go to madiburg."

"Just a stinking footballer. Ambrosini is your ceiling."

"Can't you sing poetry?"

"Kong Yiji is your ceiling."

"Can't be a lover?"

"Just a scum man."

"I will follow the silent house,

The place where the dead stood with their eyes open and the children,

Has made adults,

Spread their sad smiles,

And the branches beat against the silent window

In the depths of midnight. "

"Good poetry."

"Zhuo Yang, I am not Ambrosini, nor scum man and Kong Yiji." the second brother said: "I am Ricardo Montolivo, the world champion and golden ball, the king of Italian football for more than ten years, the new savador Quasimodo in the poetry world, and the love saint with a lake in my heart."

"But you dare not come to the Premier League."

"I dare not eat shit."

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"Scar, I bet with my second brother that you dare not go back to the Premier League."

"You won."

"Did wahiba know you are so counselled now?"

"Ma buries a lot of thieves. I slap my face, but I don't fight back. Do you think she knows?"

"Chelsea are very strong this year. I almost didn't win the community shield. If you go back, I think it will be a headache."

"If I don't go back, should you pay some peace of mind?"

"Are you ashamed? You have lived in my house for six years. You pay the rent for these six years first."

"No money." scar's face is not red and his heart does not jump. "The money is all in wahiba. Ask her to bring it to you. Don't forget to give me a five point rebate."

"The second brother said he wasn't Kong Yiji, you were."

"I don't know which Kong Yiji is." scar said, "I'm the world champion and Mr. golden ball. I'm at least in the top three in French football no matter how many rows I play. Kong Yiji?"

"So that's why you lie flat now?"

"Right."

"Do you deserve the boss of Barcelona and may?"

"I want to go, they keep me, blame me?" said scar. "I've been forced for half my life, and I don't want to serve others. In the future, I'll lie down to earn money, don't let me lie down, and criticize and retire. Clang?"

"Scar, you seem to have convinced me."

"Zhuo Yang, the reason why people struggle is to think that after middle age, they don't have to live with anger. I've done it now, so go and work hard. I'll wait until I get up and see."

"Without ideal, it is not a kind of happiness."

"Ideal is both a driving force and a burden."

"Kou Kou said that the writers of online writing on the street are the most hard pressed people. In fact, they haven't seen it. If they don't make achievements on the street, they won't have the burden of achievements. Naturally, they don't have to agree with the readers' preferences. In this way, they can write whatever they want, and there is happiness in the hard pressure."

"You're wrong." scar said, "street writers don't want to cater to readers, but can't do it. Catering to readers is a high-end skill. Don't you think they don't want to die? They just can't do it and can't do it."

"It seems that Kou Kou is right. Jumping on the street is really not worthy of sympathy."

"Of course." scar said, "Kou Kou is a philosopher. Your turtle is blessed."

Zhuo Yang's smile showed luxurious pride.