"Does it matter who I am?"
The shadow gradually emerged from the dark night, revealing an unfamiliar face with distinct features and a confident smile.
Liu Zixuan fished out a cigarette from his pocket and just lit it when the man snatched it away, took a couple of puffs at the corner of his mouth, and asked, "Have you seen Stephen Chow's 'Journey to the West'?"
Liu Zixuan lit another cigarette and asked puzzledly, "I have, what's up?"
"At the ending, Zizun Bao stands on the wall holding Fairy Zixia in his arms, gazing at Sun Wukong growing distant below, and says something." The man paused, then laughed word by word: "Look, that person looks like a dog!"
"Are you mocking me?" Liu Zixuan laughed.
"You can see it as mockery, or you can see it as praise!"
The man lay directly on the rooftop, gazing at the shining stars in the sky, and laughed: "This sentence has different meanings for everyone."
"Uh-huh!" Liu Zixuan shrugged his shoulders, waiting for the man to continue.
