Chu Shen said: "I have only two creeds in my life. The first is not to hit women. The second is not to love men."
Xian Qingqing sat on his high stool at the bar, with his legs crossed and his neckline stretched out to mock: "Then what are you doing now? Are you practicing eye contact with me?"
Chu Shen put the beer glass on the table with a bang, and foam splashed out: "This is... This is humanitarian concern. You have just returned to China, and I am afraid that you will be lonely."
"I'm not lonely," Xian Qingqing wiped off the foam on the table with her fingertips and flicked it on Chu Shen's T-shirt, "I just think you're too drunk here, you're too rough, and your eyes are too poisonous."
"Eye poison?" Chu Shen was delighted. He leaned forward, close enough to smell the mint mixed with rosin on Xian Qingqing's body. "I want eye poison. I couldn't have let you run away five years ago. Just run away. How can you show your ability by running abroad?"
They were like two hedgehogs, they had to hug each other to keep warm, and they pricked each other with bloody holes.
You say this is love?
Chu Shen said this was called "being lowly". Xian Qingqing said this is called "art".
If you ask me, this is deep blue - deep and green, so green that it turns purple, and it is bottomless.
Purpose: Learn to embrace and love