Looking at the two drawings Yang Sisi sent me, I seemed to be immersed in the world she depicted, to the point that I was a little lost in it. I lit a cigarette and zoomed in on the pictures a bit more. Yang Sisi is suspected of making me look ugly; I'm not nearly as fat as she drew me.
I replied with a smile, "You've devoted so much ink to me, it seems I'm the one you care about the most."
"Have you no shame?! The one with more flesh uses more ink, that's common sense... Anyway, out of the three of you, you're the ugliest!"
It was clearly a sarcastic remark, but it warmed my heart; so, I replied with a smile, "Is that thing a boy or a girl?"
Yang Sisi countered, "Do you want him (or her) to be a boy or a girl?"
"You can control all of this!"
"Of course, it's just a matter of adding or subtracting a penny, simple."
"You're such a filthy devil..."
"Let him be strong, I am the King of Filth."
Yang Sisi is a post-90s generation, and she really knows all the popular online slang. Her witty remarks really improved my mood, so I wanted to say some heartfelt words to Yang Sisi to express my feelings at this moment.
Unexpectedly, Yang Sisi sent me a voice message before I could. Her tone was very serious as she asked me, "Seriously, do you prefer boys or girls?"
I had thought about this in my mind, so without much thought, I replied, "Of course it's a girl."
"Why?"
"Because girls are more malleable than boys... Haven't you heard the saying 'a girl changes drastically at eighteen'? For us parents, the process of raising her is full of surprises."
"Yeah, just thinking about you, Chen Jin, Coach Ma, Cao Bei and that bunch of unreliable bastards makes me lose all desire to have a son... But Nie Dangdang is quite interesting. He can play basketball with you when you're free, and he's a bit silly and easy to fool; he also has a good temper, and whatever you say to him, he just grins like an idiot!"
"I've figured it out: having a boy isn't impossible, but it has to be a fool like Nie Dangdang."
"Do you believe I'll tell Lao Nie that you said his son is an idiot!"
"No, Lao Nie is my benefactor. What I mean is that Nie Dangdang is a child who is wise in a foolish way. Such a child is one in a hundred years."
"You're such a coward!"
"I'm not being cowardly, I'm just having a grateful heart. As long as Lao Nie is happy, I can praise his son as if he were a god of literature descended to earth."
"What kind of face do you have!"
I laughed, and Yang Sisi sent another text message: "Seriously, if it were a girl, would you prefer her to be like Ye Zhi or like me?"
Yang Sisi would always compare herself to Ye Zhi, intentionally or unintentionally. This wasn't necessarily a sign of insecurity; she was just too concerned. She understood how much Ye Zhi had once held in her heart, but what was there to envy about a woman like Ye Zhi? ...She couldn't even live for herself; she was more pathetic than her!
So I immediately replied, "Of course, it should be like you."
Yang Sisi replied with a smiling emoji, which was a bit subtle. I didn't know if she was happy or laughing at my insincerity; if it was the latter, then she really misunderstood me!
Amidst the comings and goings of people, I stubbed out my cigarette and saved the two paintings Yang Sisi had sent me to my phone's photo album. For me, this was a heartwarming moment; I could take it out and reminisce whenever I was unhappy or felt tired.
...
After finishing my conversation with Yang Sisi, I went to the bar... Compared to yesterday, the bar wasn't as crowded, but it was still lively. I asked the cashier, and she said that so far, they had made almost 20,000 yuan in sales, and the peak consumption period had just begun. I expected that by the end of the day, they could break 40,000 yuan.
An An was also sitting in the bar. After chatting with the cashier for a while, I went over to her and sat down in the seat opposite her.
An'an said to me, a little unhappy, "Michael, what do you mean by this? You even had San San deliver a recharge card to me. Are we that distant?"
I replied with a smile, "While it's true that friends shouldn't be so calculating, it's important to know your limits... I believe that true friendship is about mutual giving; friendship that's one-sided can't last..."
"There's really no need for that. I've already got a card with you... and you've given me another one. How long will it take me to spend it all?"
"Anyway, you're not leaving Dali anytime soon, so just spend your money slowly."
"Take it back."
"Take your time spending it."
"Then I'll order your most expensive drink, and you'll drink with me."
"Well, that's all. There's nothing else to do besides drinking."
An'an reached into her wallet and took out the membership card I had given her. Then she called over a waiter and ordered a bottle of imported liquor that cost over a thousand yuan. This was the most expensive liquor we had there. Overall, the prices at our bar weren't too high; compared to other bars in the entire ancient city, it was about the average price.
I do have the intention to upgrade the bar's offerings, but this would require a significant number of high-end consumers to support it.
Just as I was thinking about this, An'an leaned over to me again and said, "Michael, I also own a Mercedes sports car. Do you want to do the same thing again and hold another Mercedes owners' gathering at your bar?"
I stared at her in surprise, and after a long pause, I replied, "Are you going to work as a bar girl for our bar?"
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