MrFive

The impossible triangle of making money
High income
No pressure
Low risk

If I achieved financial freedom, I'd want to spend my days with a backpack on my back, sitting in university lectures, listening to those white-haired old professors talk about philosophy and art. I'd sit in the last row of the classroom, with wind drifting through the windows, while the teacher speaks slowly on the podium. I'd quietly take notes—not for exams, not for diplomas, just for those moments of "so that's how it is." After class, I'd grab a hot meal and mull over the interesting stories I learned today.

I'm fortunate to have tasted Mixue Bingcheng once. At the time, a couple was arguing and the girl threw hers on the ground. I happened to be passing by and a drop splashed into my mouth. I've been savoring that taste ever since.

Sometimes I really envy girls—when they feel wronged or upset, they can just cry.
Guys can't do that. Whenever we face something difficult or feel wronged, we think about going to get a foot massage instead.

Playing with memes is a bunch of cowards, afraid it won't come together, and afraid of causing chaos.