This? This...
Is he drunk? When she got closer, she could smell alcohol.
Faced with the sudden confession, Bi Yue stood at the door with her eyes wide open.
Zhao Dashan looked down at his tattered cotton jacket.
Today, he did not rush to change his clothes as he did in the past, as he had guessed in the past because Bi Yue was coming.
Soliloquy without pre-scripted dialogue;
There is no active spirit of raising ears and moving forward;
When Bi Yue smiled at him with her big eyes, he hid back helplessly.
Zhao Dashan laughed at himself. He stared into Bi Yue's eyes and asked again with a smile:
"Yueyue, even though you were young before, I always thought you knew what I meant.
It turns out I was overthinking it, my thoughts were complicated, and my mind wasn't focused on the right things."
"Brother Dashan..."
For a moment, Bi Yue was at a loss for words except to call for help.
She turned around and gave Zhao Dashan the respect they deserved for a face-to-face conversation, but she didn't know what to say.
Looking at Zhao Dashan, who was wearing a tattered cotton jacket and hadn't had his hair cut for a long time, Bi Yue suddenly realized, when did he become so old?
At most, he is only 24 years old.
This restaurant...Brother Dashan, thank you for your hard work.
Zhao Dashan didn't want to say that he came to Kyoto because of Bi Yue, nor did he want to say whether he regretted coming here.
He felt that as a grown man, no matter how incompetent he was or how helpless he was, he had to be responsible for every decision in his life. That had nothing to do with Bi Yue.
"Yueyue, I understand that telling you this won't change anything.
Just wanted to tell you.
Really, sometimes I can't get over it.
These past two days, I've been asking myself, have I been so focused on making money that I haven't been keeping an eye on you? Or have you always just treated me like Dashan?
He only said one percent of what he wanted to express, but Bi Yue seemed to understand it all when she listened to these incoherent confessions, even the word "watch" sounded quite uncomfortable.
Bi Yue looked at Zhao Dashan's small eyes seriously:
"Brother Dashan, I had forgotten about it before. Just think of me as someone who has not grown up and has not noticed it because I was young.
All I can talk about is the past six months.
Without you, our restaurant wouldn't have been so popular for more than three months in the past six months. The daily turnover is so high that I have the confidence to do anything.
Dacheng and I are always busy and it's you who bear the brunt of it all.
Carrying meat at around 3 o'clock in the morning and delivering lunch to us at noon...
I have never thought too much about how good you have been to me, and I have never considered it in terms of men and women.
Now thinking about it, I also want to ask myself, if someone else treated me like this, I would at least be on guard and ask myself, what exactly does that person want from me by being so nice to me?
But when it comes to you...
I told Xiaoxiao that Dashan is a very down-to-earth person. If one day I have to get married, I will definitely find a man like you to live with."
Hope rekindled in Zhao Dashan's eyes, and there was even a hint of surprise on his expression.
“But, Dashan, I’m talking about a man like you, but I never thought about it before going straight to you.
In my heart, the scene of us being together is not only something I can't imagine, I've never even thought about it.
Maybe in my heart, there is no difference between you and my elder brother.
There are not many people I can trust.
Dashan is the elder brother, and you are one of them."
Bi Yue left. Zhao Dashan stood in the empty hotel lobby, holding the bottle of wine. He tilted his head back and took another sip. Tears flashed in his little eyes.
Thinking about the difficulties of the past six months, thinking about the days when he was waiting in the hotel for Bi Yue to come, thinking about the conversation just now, he finally brought it up.
He murmured:
"Whatever happens will happen, I'll accept it as my brother.
It's not easy for us outsiders, but I'm willing to do this because you trust me."
…
It was a little after four in the afternoon and the street lights in Kyoto had not yet been turned on, but it was already showing signs of getting dark outside.
Bi Yue walked towards Liang Xiaoxiao's house.
She was also very angry. She had never thought that Zhao Dashan still had such feelings for her.
What to do? Now I know, the psychological pressure is huge.
I started to think too much. According to what Brother Dashan asked, could it be that he came to Kyoto just for her?
What should I do? It seems that I can’t let the restaurant be neither good nor bad. I need to reform and figure out how to fix it so that I can’t rip people off.
Why does she feel that she must take responsibility?
At least let Brother Dashan make money, a lot of money.
Bi Yue had a slight toothache and knocked on the Liang family's door with mixed feelings.
Liang Xiaoxiao, holding a green onion with ice chips still on it, opened the door and saw Bi Yue. She turned around and scolded Liang Haoyu:
"Go inside and do your homework. Don't come out until I tell you to."
Liang Haoyu threw the ball in his hand towards Liang Xiaoxiao as if to vent his anger. Liang Xiaoxiao dodged very quickly and threw the green onion in his hand out with a "whoosh". It hit the closed bedroom door. He was so angry that he shouted:
"I think you deserve a beating again! Just wait!"
Bi Yue was stunned and wanted to change into her slippers, but Liang Xiaoxiao picked up the green onion and waved her hand to stop her, saying, "The floor in this room hasn't been mopped for three days. No need to change your shoes."
The two went straight to the kitchen.
"Xiaoxiao, don't you want to chop the green onions into chopped green onions?"
The kettle boiled, and Liang Xiaoxiao quickly poured in more hot water, casually replying, "Yeah."
Bi Yue was speechless. She saw Liang Xiaoxiao getting anxious too.
He started to help Liang Xiaoxiao clean up the workbench. It was a mess. There were two kitchen knives alone, and the shredded meat was not broken. There were cabbages and muddy potatoes on the stove.
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