Zhuang Sheng dreamed of a butterfly, which lasted for ten years.
If they could live their lives over again, who wouldn't want to reach for the stars and the moon, sing a few pop hits, shoot a few scenic blockbusters, and wear red sleeves to add fragrance? The sea of people is ups and downs, cattle and horses are passing through the years, I have seen enough of the coldness of the world, and just want to find a warm place to rest.
But Zhao Ningsheng chose the thorny road - dripping sweat into the soil and letting the steel spine hold up the sky.
He wants to light up a beam of light, illuminate the journey of the nation, and let the dragon's roar ring through the top of the world.
"Ouch!"
Zhao Ningsheng was walking on the road with his head down and flipping through the stock trading app, completely unaware of the girl walking towards him.
The other party didn't see Zhao Ningsheng either, because she was also looking down at her phone.
It was a chance encounter among the low-headed people, and they couldn't see each other's faces. Fortunately, they both had good bodies.
Friendly reminder, don't drink while driving and don't lower your head while walking.
The people you encounter when you lower your head are not necessarily beautiful women, they are most likely to be bills.
"Are you okay? Sorry, I was just looking at my phone." Zhao Ningsheng quickly helped the girl who was lying on the ground up.
"It's okay, I have a problem too. Mom is right, you can't use your phone while walking!" The girl patted the dirt on her body after getting up from the ground. She had slender legs and a pair of shiny black Martin boots on her feet. She frowned slightly as she patted the ground. She had fallen a bit hard just now.
"How about going to the hospital?"
"No, as long as you don't hit your head, you're not smart in the first place. If you hit your brain again," the girl muttered.
