He is a fair-weather monk.
All day long, he only drinks and eats meat and plays around. He rides his little donkey with a dog's tail grass in his mouth and shouts, "The wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha stays in the heart." Except for occasionally being chased and bitten by the big yellow dog raised by the people at the foot of the mountain when he failed to touch the chicken, he lived a very leisurely life.
On the other side, there is a fortune-telling stall on one street. The owner of the stall is a very common fortune teller.
He is a fortune teller and a liar.
Wearing a pair of small glasses all day long, he looks arrogant. Either he fooled the three girls on the street who couldn't get married, or he touched some sesame sesame cakes from the stall next door and joked a little with the girl selling noodles.
He likes the cake, but he also likes the girl selling noodles.
Is your circle really chaotic? Maybe so.
Everyone has something ridiculous when they are young.
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