It was already past the breakfast rush hour, and there were a few people sitting here and there in the store. We both found a corner to sit down, and each ordered a bowl of tofu pudding, a few fried dough sticks and two small plates of pickles.
As I was eating, I said, "I envy you people who can draw, and you can use lines and colors to outline a world!"
He put down his spoon, used chopsticks to pick up some shredded pickles, put them into the hollow in the middle of the dough sticks, and said, "I also envy you who write words. A few words can tell a story, and a life can be like that."
I couldn't speak with the dough stick in my mouth, so I could only smile with my mouth pursed and my cheeks puffed out. After swallowing, he looked at him and said, "Classmate Gu Qingyu, are we complimenting each other in business?"
"Well, you can't say that. Most of us literary and artistic workers are serious when they praise others!" Then he paused and continued: "It's inevitable that people like me often tell white lies!"
From the pure smile revealed in his slightly slender eyes, I felt that the Gu Qingyu opposite him should be a warm and sunny person with a strong determination. I also imitated his unhurried tone and said: "Well, you are right, so are writers!"
Motto: There is always love ahead