"Good guy!" Ye Chen laughed heartily and said, "Not bad, not bad, you've got potential."
"Come, come, today it's my treat. Eat whatever you want, drink whatever you feel like!" Fatty Liu patted his chest grandly, saying, "In life, eight or nine out of ten things don't go our way, but we still need to live strongly, don't we?"
"Yes, yes!" Ye Chen nodded.
The two drank, one glass after another, until midnight. Fatty Liu was drunk as a skunk, while Ye Chen's eyes still shone bright. Beer couldn't extinguish that burning flame in his heart. Fatty Liu's words were like a spark that burned in Ye Chen's mind. In life, eight or nine out of ten things don't go our way, but we still need to live strongly.
Humans are such humble creatures; also quite fragile things.
Many times, Ye Chen pondered whether he should just take things as they come. Why bother delving into the past? Rather than painfully confronting past issues, he should thoughtfully consider his future development.
