Listening to Yang Sisi's confusion, I was also confused. Can being moved really become the nourishment for love? ... It's hard to say. At least I've never had to choose to be with someone because of being moved, but I can't rule out that there are other people besides me who understand and treat love from different perspectives.
Yang Sisi went down the next step and sat down on the step that was parallel to mine, right next to me...
She stared at me for a while, then asked me very seriously, "Michael, have you ever been moved by anyone?"
I leaned against the stone block next to the iron gate in a relaxed posture, thought for a moment, and nodded in reply, "Yes."
"So moved I wanted to cry?"
"It's not that exaggerated... but it really warmed my heart!"
Who is it?
"Go buy me a pack of cigarettes, and I'll tell you."
"You damn chain smoker, fine, don't talk then..."
Yang Sisi's aversion to my smoking truly overcame her own curiosity. She sat motionless in the same spot, still resting her chin on her hands as before, seemingly lost in thought.
I swallowed back the words that were on the tip of my tongue, and then stared blankly at the empty cigarette box.
...
After sitting there for what seemed like an eternity, Yang Sisi finally broke the silence. She leaned closer and asked me, "So, should I confront Cao Xiaobei about him secretly giving me a parasol, or should I keep quiet about it?"
"Let's not expose it, shall we?"
"Why?"
I paused for a moment, then asked in return, "Do you think that parasol is useful?"
"Of course! When I'm drawing portraits for clients, they complain to me that there's nothing to shade them from the sun, and it's too hot! ... It would be so much better if there was a parasol."
"That settles it... Just treat it as a surprise, and find another opportunity to make it up to him later, like secretly giving him something in return... It's so pointless to expose him like this... It makes me seem like I have a low IQ. I was being so careful, but you still found out in the end."
Yang Sisi thought for a moment, then nodded and smiled, "I'll accept this gift because of his good intentions."
"Um."
I didn't want to talk about this with Yang Sisi any longer, so after responding, I changed the subject and asked her, "What about the surprise you said you were going to give me?"
"I don't want to give it to you anymore..."
Are you kidding me?
"Who's kidding you! Good things should be given to people who are good to me...Are you good to me?"
I laughed...
"Shameless."
Yang Sisi cursed, then picked up her backpack again and prepared to leave.
I then said to her, "By the way, my parents are coming to Dali tomorrow, and I'm planning to invite all my friends here for dinner... Why don't you come too?"
Are your parents coming?
"Yes, they said they wanted to come and see me."
Yang Sisi seemed to know me well. She replied, "You're worried about the atmosphere, so you wanted to invite all your friends, right?"
I nodded, feeling indescribably sad. I didn't know how to face Lao Mi and my mother, nor did I know what they would say to me after we met... No matter what they said, I was afraid they would all be saddened.
I know they meant well and were worried, but they really shouldn't have come at this time... How could I not be moved by the scene when I was facing them, and not recall the time after the New Year when I went home with Ye Zhi to see them?
Yang Sisi gently comforted me, saying, "It's okay, we're all here with you... With so many people talking to you, you won't overthink things."
I looked at her, a little surprised, because it seemed like she knew exactly what I was thinking.
...
In the transition between dusk and night, Yang Sisi left the "bedsheet factory" before me. I found a piece of drawing paper where she had just sat. I picked it up and looked at it; it was a portrait of myself. In the drawing, I was shirtless, my feet were wet, and the background was Erhai Lake in Majiuyi.
I suddenly remembered that this was a scene from after I rescued Sun Jiwei's wife and children from the water...
I smiled. There were some scenes from my past that I had forgotten, but she remembered them more clearly than I did.
This must be the surprise she was about to give me.
I can imagine her painting under the scorching sun amidst the bustling crowds. The reason she chose such a scene to depict with her paintbrush is probably so that I can remember my brave and righteous side...
She was encouraging me, and she seemed to have never forgotten about encouragement, even if some of her methods seemed insignificant. She persisted in this practice from the day Ye Zhi had her accident.
At that moment, I experienced more deeply what it means to be moved... But unlike her, I didn't delve into whether this feeling could be linked to love. I just felt comfortable, and even when a cool breeze blew in my face, I still felt warm.
...
On my way home, I received a call from Taozi, who said she absolutely had to meet me. Actually, even if she hadn't called me, I would have called her later to ask her to have dinner together the next night.
During this period, I have been busy with the commercial street project, and I have also been burdened by my mood, so I have neglected some friends, including Peach.
Actually, I've heard some news about Nicole from her. A while ago, she and Nicole took a two-week leave to go back to their hometown. Judging from the time, she should have just returned to Dali not long ago.
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