No one wants to be dust, but most people are born ordinary and destined to be stepped into dust by cruel life.

Perhaps, only those who are truly trampled in the dust can rebound, climb higher and fly farther! This is the principle that things will turn out to the opposite.

But more people may only struggle in the dust all their lives. Even when they go to big cities from small places, they will only feel their insignificance more and more.

Tang Ping followed Zhang Shengli to take buses one after another. Before he could see the prosperity of the Demon City, he first saw that the place here is Yamato and finally came to a place that should be called the slum area of ​​the Demon City.

Zhang Shengli, who claimed to be the best outside in Zhangjiazhai, was actually just a chore at a Northeast restaurant. A job that introduced a chore, so he was naturally a chore.

If you want to put it over, Tang Ping, who has been to college, can never accept doing odd jobs in a restaurant, and has to smile at the customers through hard work.

Maybe after staying in a mountain village in the northeast for more than ten years, his patience has been grounded out. The little bit of chores in the restaurant is much simpler than thinking about boxing and herbs, at least it doesn’t take much effort. For Tang Ping, even if he works hard all day, he doesn’t feel tired, but instead seems like a kind of relaxation.

The feeling of not thinking about anything and being empty made Tang Ping feel very comfortable, as if he had entered a special realm, which made Tang Ping inexplicably feel a sense of understanding of his thoughts.

Although he still had to pick up and drop off the boss's wife's baby son to school, and even had to give tutoring classes to the boss's wife's daughter who was in the third grade of junior high school, Tang Ping enjoyed it and felt that he had not lived so fulfillingly and so real for a long time.

Whenever I met Tang Ping, who was taken out by the boss's wife, was too lazy to really attack, and he would not fight back or scold him. He would let the little gangsters punch and kick him twice, and look at them with a smile, which made the little gangsters who were so shocked that their hands and feet were so shocked that they cursed. However, he would not dare to play tricks with a guy who looked unnatural.

In fact, their tricks were almost like tickling for Tang Ping. Now, he could finally feel that Chen Fugui pretended to be stupid and was regarded as a fool, but actually played with everyone like a fool. It was so fucking comfortable!

Tang Ping felt that his realm could be comparable to that of gods. Seeing a group of ordinary fools performing, he was like a child squatting beside an ant's nest watching the ants fighting and being busy.

For Tang Ping, the only thing that might be a little fun in the next six months, which requires him to spend some brains and energy is to play chess and chat with his neighbor, Mr. Sun.

At the end of winter, the weather gradually warmed up. After spending the first winter in more than ten years without seeing heavy snow, Tang Ping, who had already adapted to the rhythm of this city, was stealing the chess with his neighbor, Uncle Sun.

In fact, he is not very good at playing chess, just like his current attitude towards life. His chess style is plain and casual, and he has no desire to win, so he will naturally lose a lot.

"Ergou, it is a good thing for young people to restrain their sharpness, but if they don't have any sharpness, it's meaningless," Mr. Sun, who won another game, shook his head and smiled.

Tang Ping smiled without comment: "I'm not very respectful when playing chess with you, and I'm too disrespectful to the elderly. Besides, playing chess is just casual, so why bother to fight intrigue and win or lose? If you still have the fighting spirit, you won't hide here and enjoy leisure. Since you don't have the fighting spirit, then isn't it too boring for me to come alone?"

"Haha..." Uncle Sun, who was stunned by the sound of hearing, looked at Tang Ping, and then suddenly laughed, laughing happily: "Okay, well said! It's rare for young people to have such insights and realm!"

"But, are you so willing to be ordinary at such a young age?" Uncle Sun then looked at Tang Ping with a burning gaze, completely devouring the appearance of his normal neighbor. Instead, he was like a tiger who was old but still had the fierce aura in his thighs.

Tang Ping, who was not scared by Mr. Sun's eyes, just smiled indifferently and said, "Actually, many times, a person cannot be dull if he wants to be dull, and he can not fight if he wants to be dull. Even if I don't want to show my strength, there are always times when I am forced to show my strength. People are actually involuntarily and struggle ridiculously in the face of fate."

"But fate is a bad guy. You don't want to provoke it, but it likes to provoke you. When you suddenly start and beat it up, it becomes a bitch again. It's such a bitch who bullies the weak and is afraid of the strong, but too many people can do anything about it," Tang Ping continued.

Uncle Sun, who was stunned again after hearing this, couldn't help laughing again, laughing so happily that tears flowed out of his eyes. Then he said with a bit of emotion and a complicated feeling of smile: "Well, well said! I, Sun Yaomian, have lived for the rest of my life, but I am not as thorough as you, the younger generation."

"What a pity, what a pity! You were born too late, otherwise I would be even more interesting in this life," said Mr. Sun, who couldn't help but shake his head and said sadly: "You will definitely not be the thing in the pool in the future, but I am afraid I won't be able to see it."

"Life is just a game. You have been playing for a lifetime and don't want to play anymore. You can choose how to live the rest of your life. This is rare and admirable! Just like fighting a battle, winning or losing is not important, and being able to escape without any loss is the most rare thing!" Tang Ping, who also sighed, then a trace of inexplicable arc appeared on the corner of his mouth: "But whether this game is to play or not depends entirely on myself. If it is too boring, I might not really play it."

"Haha...Don't worry, it will be very interesting. I'm afraid that when you don't want to play in the future, you can no longer stop," Old Man Sun smiled meaningfully, and his eyes at Tang Ping were becoming more and more intriguing.

"I hope!" Tang Ping shrugged and smiled, "I'm almost over such a dull life. In terms of patience, I'm probably much worse than you," said Tang Ping, who is not allowed to say anything, said that he is not as good as you," he said.

In fact, life cannot always be dull, and there will always be some ups and downs, and Tang Ping's ordinary days were quickly broken...

In this slum where there are mixed together, Tang Ping, a ruthless person who eats a tycoon meal, has encountered it several times, but today's situation seems to be no more than before, and it feels a bit uncontrollable.

The two tables of people with 7 or 8 were clamoring to knock on the dish and smash the bowl, and they all exuded a fierce aura, and they were about to start a fight when they saw that they had a disagreement.

With the chubby boss's eyes signaling, Tang Ping had no choice but to step forward and said to his wife, a thin man who looked like a leader: "Brother, in our small business, everyone is going out to make a living, knowing that making money is not easy. I will treat this meal as a friend, and I will ask my brothers to take care of you in the future."

"You're a bullshit, and you dare to talk to me?" The thin man with one foot on the stool didn't buy it at all, and said with a gloomy smile.
Chapter completed!