In this world, the number of fools far exceeds that of the wise.
So, the likelihood of encountering a fool is also much higher.
When you find that you can't communicate with someone normally, you must think over and over again: Is he a fool? Is he really a fool? Is he hopelessly foolish?
After pondering these three questions, Lin Nianhe let it go.
When she looked at Shi Dongshan again, there was even a glimmer of tolerance in her eyes—she was a sane person, and couldn't stoop to arguing with a fool, for it would be unfortunate.
The frayed edges of the two torn bed sheets were still there, and even the seventy-year-old elders in the village could tell they had just been ripped apart.
To show impartiality, Su Yuncheng had Feng Wei take those two innocent bed sheets to Zhu Weiqiang and the other battalion officers to see.
They looked at the bed sheets, each more silent than the last.
At this moment, all they felt was embarrassment.