"Bufan," Lin Li said with a smile as he patted Bai Bufan's shoulder and pointed to the canopy of the street tree above:
"You know, when I choked just now, I figured something out. Our lives are actually like those big trees."
Bai Bufan pondered for a long time, suppressing a laugh, and looked at Lin Li expectantly:
"Are you saying that even born among the steel jungle, one can grow green flowers? Even if life is spicy, you can still bloom a different kind of fireworks?"
"No," Lin Li smiled, his hand gradually moving from the shoulder to the neck, "I'm saying that life is like a big tree; if you chop it with an axe, it'll die. What do you think?"
Bai Bufan: "..."
Hey, damn, this chicken soup for the soul, did the chicken used not have its blood drained or what? Why does it taste bloody?
"Class President, drink freely, it's on me." Bai Bufan immediately changed his tune.
Lin Li saw Chen Yu Ying smile again, and the slight unhappiness disappeared. Wonderful.
