What exactly is love? Wei Yao doesn't understand, no one has ever taught him.
"You may not understand even if you teach him," in Wang Qing's words, "He is a child with a super high IQ and negative emotional intelligence."
In fact, Wang Qing himself didn't understand. He lingered in the whirlpool of love again and again. He had experienced the vicissitudes of the world, but he couldn't explain what constituted love. Sometimes he thought that it would be nice to be alone, he could work nine to five, he could sing every night, he could drink tea and listen to Zen, shepherd sheep on the frontier...
"Wang Qing is a strange person." Xiao Wu said of him, "As soon as you open your eyes in the morning, you will hear that Wang Qing has become the new richest man in the mainland, became an academician of such and such Academy of Sciences, named a new star after himself, went to Milan Fashion Week to attend a show, went to such and such a border town to teach, or as soon as you opened On TV, he appears as a villain in news about police force, such as murder, arson, drug abuse, resisting arrest and assaulting the police, smuggling arms... You don't have to be shocked by this. Let's be buddies. If the good thing is good, send him blessings. If the bad thing is bad, just rack your brains to figure out how to get him out."
"What if it's good or bad?"
"Is it good or bad?" Xiao Wu took a puff of cigarette, then slowly exhaled it, and glanced at Zhang Cheng, "Huh, then just pretend it didn't happen."