Night falls.
On the rooftop.
The moon is bright, the stars are sparse. With increasingly stringent policies on Polluted gas emissions, the days Shanghai Stock Market can clearly see the stars are on the rise. Tang Qing and Chai Ren lie on chairs, gazing at the sky.
In Chai Ren's words: No matter how high one's status, when looking up at the starry sky, the feeling of insignificance and ignorance can be quite sobering.
---The world is vast.
---The end is far away.
---Life is short.
---Cherish the present.
The more you look.
The more you feel awe.
"What do you think is the purpose of the universe?" Chai Ren suddenly asked.
Tang Qing: "..."
A roll of the eyes.
No thanks.
Can't you ask a normal question?
"I think it's about experience," Chai Ren mused to himself.
"..."
Eye roll +1.
You're welcome.
"In my lifetime, I must go to Mars and take a look," Chai Ren's thoughts had already ventured to other Planets.
"..."
