Don't Even Think About Eating My Tang Monk Meat

Zeng Wen was dreaming again.

He dreamed of being in middle school, wandering the streets alone late at night after his parents divorced, unwilling to go home.

A little boy passing by gave him a banana, two slices of bread, and a carton of milk…

It was a real dream,

and he’d had it more than once.

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Ladies, have you heard? In a small coastal city far to the south, there’s a guy called Da Tou Wen. They say if you go hang out with him for a few days, you’ll always find your happiness again…