In the mundane, Xiao Chen savored the simplicity, and within the simplicity, he appreciated the tranquility. Sitting in an open-air teahouse, watching the hustle and bustle on the main street, and listening to the peddlers' cries, he suddenly felt everything was so vivid and real.
How many in this world are always chasing after extravagance, always unwilling to accept mediocrity, yet what do they gain after exhausting their body and spirit?
Perhaps simplicity is the truth; watching the bustling crowds and savoring the delicate taste of the tea, Xiao Chen could truly appreciate the fulfillment of a common man's life.
A man of average build, rather handsome but with an exceedingly sleazy air, dressed in silk, swaying as he walked over. His eyes, hook-like, peered constantly at the beautiful women passing by on the street. He came to Xiao Chen's table, plonked down next to him, and stuttered, "Bro...bro...bro...beth..have it easy."
Xiao Chen chuckled, "And you are?"
