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A short while later, the owner's wife brought a pot of stewed yak meat to our table. She wasn't very talkative, but she was a very hard-working person, so the table was very clean, and the tableware and side dishes were also very clean.
She brought us some more dipping sauce and told us to wait another ten minutes before the pot was ready.
Yang Sisi was eagerly waiting. She didn't talk to us, just stared at the pot that had started to boil, and tapped her bowl and plate with her chopsticks.
I smiled and said to her, "You know what? When we were waiting for our food in the detention center, we looked just like you do now."
Can you say something nice?
"Really, you can ask San San if you don't believe me."
Yang Sisi straightened her posture and replied, "You two are in cahoots, birds of a feather, I'm not going to ask him anything..."
I smiled and didn't say anything more, but I lit a cigarette. While smoking, I carefully examined every item in the small restaurant again. I wanted to remember this night...
For me, I have experienced too many storms in my life... but only at this moment do I feel like I have found a harbor.
But as we got closer to shore, it felt like we were still lacking that little bit of momentum.
...
A moment later, the pot that had been simmering was finally opened. Yang Sisi was the first to reach into the pot with her chopsticks, and Zhou San and I followed suit. While tasting it with her eyes closed, she asked us, "How is it? Isn't it especially delicious?"
"It's delicious, thanks to you... Otherwise, if you come to Shangri-La, you'll only see the despair of San San and not get to eat anything good."
Zhou San was a little embarrassed after I teased her...
At this moment, Yang Sisi put down her chopsticks and, taking advantage of the topic, said very seriously to Zhou Sansan: "Zhou Sansan, listen to me carefully. I don't care what kind of person you were before, but from today onwards, you have to live well... first for yourself, and then to be worthy of Mi Gao... I don't know what you two will do in the future... but I can tell you with certainty... he is a person who is particularly worth getting along with and trusting... following him, you will definitely succeed!"
Zhou San nodded and replied, "I don't know how to say anything nice... but I will follow my brother to build our career... He gave me a chance to live, and I know how to be grateful."
“San San, you’re wrong… I don’t need your gratitude. I hope our relationship is always based on equality… We are brothers, and also partners. We’ve come together today for a brighter tomorrow… I’m not trying to motivate you…”
At this point, I patted my chest and said, "After this year, I'll really be 30, but that drive in my heart will always remain... I not only hope for my own well-being, but also for the well-being of those around me..."
Zhou San glanced at Yang Sisi beside me before replying, "I don't believe it... If you really think that way, how can you bear to leave such a good girl hanging around you... I can't stand it!"
Zhou San's emotional intelligence is really low; he doesn't realize how awkward it is for us to say such things in front of me and Yang Sisi.
He was speaking up for Yang Sisi, but it wouldn't make her feel better. In fact, she would keep thinking about everything that had happened over the years and then feel sad.
And I...
I don't know what to say...
I'm thinking: if Yang Sisi and Ye Zhi hadn't exchanged contact information on the highway back then, or if the tire blowout hadn't happened, would the situation be much simpler now?
It's hard to say for sure, but for some people, once they encounter it, it could cost many people their entire lives...
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