"Stop saying such sarcastic things... I'm feeling really upset!"

"It's normal to feel uncomfortable..."

Considering her feelings, I only said half of what I wanted to say before stopping... Actually, she probably knows herself that depending on others for a living means losing herself, becoming a person without a self.

How can one feel at ease treating their life well?

An'an looked at me, and I looked at her too... She was quite pitiful. It was 2:30 in the morning, and she still had her makeup on, but she was all alone... I think that in her heart, she must really want that man to come and keep her company.

As they stared at each other, another particularly excited shout came from afar. At first, they thought it was a drunkard having a fit of madness, but as they got closer, they realized it was two young entrepreneurs riding bicycles.

The reason I'm so certain of their identities is because they were all chanting entrepreneurial slogans...

They wanted to be Steve Jobs, they wanted to be Bill Gates, they wanted to change the world...

This is not shouting, nor is it madness; it is the bugle call to charge, the boiling of the blood within.

This, it seems, is the true charm of the late night: some feel empty and lonely, while others are full of passion and freely express themselves... No one needs to hide anything, because there are no strange looks around.

...

While I was in a daze, An'an received a phone call, and her mood suddenly changed. After hanging up, she said to me, "He's coming to see me later, so I won't talk to you anymore."

I smiled and replied, "Yeah, all that makeup has finally come in handy."

An An smiled, clearly in a good mood.

She took a makeup mirror out of her bag, touched up her lipstick, and then hurriedly left.

Her actions were enough to prove that she loved this man... At the same time, she was using love to overcome the pain in her heart.

This night was truly valuable to me... because I witnessed the full spectrum of human nature... I no longer focused solely on myself; everyone I met was a protagonist, a god, striving to create their own world.

...

The next day, the finance department of "Cangshan Yishu" efficiently transferred the prepayment to my account; at the same time, Zhou San called me to say that he had already boarded the bus from Shangri-La to Dali and would arrive by evening at the latest.

This is all good for me, because it gives me more resources to do great things.

It's not just about expressing my determination to Ye Zhi... I must succeed, even if she marries someone else, I must still succeed.

Consider it fulfilling the most stubborn dream in my heart.

(End of this chapter)