This day of Laowang takes me to come to an university all around incomplete defeats the bistro that can’t bear, over there almost all tableware are bringing little gap, lamplight is brushed in vain brush so that shining, a bit block and foppish do not have, below such lamplight, two people appear a bit downhearted it seems that. Before is here the place that we talk about life to talk about ideal. Wear in this remaining in the bistro of print of old Wang Qingchun, I ask Laowang, did your ideal come true Laowang says, should saying was to come true.
Just realized former ideal, had present ideal again, slowly oneself also do not know what oneself want. Say, he handholds my hand, say, I often say you are foolish the child, honest oneself are foolish old man. I look at Laowang, the hair on the temples of his both sides has begun grey, of a middleaged man listless emerge to the face completely suddenly with old and weak. Flashy I understand why he is willing to follow me one case suddenly killtime, we are the people that do not know what we want, we are in all the time angle, he goes up in the career, I go up in feeling. We seemed to get a lot of, but what be like to did not get again really.