The room was very quiet. Bi Yue lay on the kang and wrote for a while until her arms became numb.
She was numb, but she refused to get off the bed because the ground was cold.
“Chu Yifeng, I thought about it a lot, crossed it out one by one and reset it again.
When I was overturned again and again, I suddenly found myself so insignificant.
When I returned to my hometown, I often heard the aunties and grandmas talking about how hard it is to make money and how hard it is to eat shit. You know what, when you think about it carefully, it is true.
It is impossible to turn money from other people's pockets into your own pocket without real ability.
No wonder I almost lost my life trying to make huge profits as a profiteer.
At first, I asked my uncle to be my advisor. I wanted to convert my restaurant into a farmhouse where everyone would sit on the kang instead of stools.
Those who came to eat gathered around a big black pot, stewing fish, chicken and goose.
The waiters all spoke Northeastern dialect. Someone stood in the middle of the room playing suona and singing Errenzhuan. The name was Bi Family Courtyard.
Oh! I guess you guessed it, right?
After listening to my idea, my uncle rejected it and frowned.
At that moment, I felt that I was very childish in his eyes.
My uncle said: Every family is living in poverty and is just trying to climb out of the quagmire, but I am asking them to recall the past and think of the good times. This is not feasible.
The main reason is that the past was so painful that I can remember it whether I want to remember it or not. I really want to forget it.
He said that people nowadays go out to spend money for enjoyment and to pursue superiority. He asked me to understand people's psychology so that I could make money.
So in his shop, he is not afraid of high prices, but he is afraid of selling fake cigarettes and fake liquor to damage his reputation. No matter how high-end the aged liquor is, he dares to stock it.
I, well... I felt a bit frustrated by my uncle's boldness and carefulness. Compared to him, it seemed like there was something wrong with my IQ.
As for why I thought so at the time, I won’t explain the reason.
Then I thought, let’s do something foreign.
I'll open a cafe, a place where you can have a quick meal or a cup of coffee. The environment should be a little more romantic, with little booths, perfect for flirting, so that couples don't end up in the cinema or gardens in the middle of winter.
Well, my uncle said it again.
He told me not to follow Lao Mo, saying that the person has a foreign background and has Western food ingredients, so I shouldn't go to great lengths to make a small profit. It would be another matter if I could find a convenient candidate to provide the materials.
When I thought about it, wasn’t it?
I don't have any convenient candidates. Even buying a coffee machine is a hassle. I don't know anyone in the diplomatic department, let alone overseas.
Chu Yifeng, later I became dissatisfied and stopped asking my uncle. I started competing with myself.
Then I thought again, I still do barbecue, but I use an electronic barbecue and it has a stage.
Find a few singers to sing and dance on it, get a set of speakers and microphones, flash the lights, and have performances every night, with a shocking opening and a lively scene.
This time it was Bi Cheng's turn to speak.
He said: Sister, are you going to open a dance hall? There are no social people in our family.
If people get drunk and start causing trouble, the police station and neighborhood committee will definitely want to talk to you.
I thought, if there are a few more playboys like you who are difficult to serve, my family has no foundation, and if I stay in jail for a few more days, you and your uncle will have to find someone to rescue me. It's not worth it, right?
The rotating hot pot is no match for Donglaishun. I go there just for the novelty.
When buying a house, you might as well build a luxurious private club, just aiming for the most expensive, not the best.
The place offers food, drinks, and tea, giving leaders and conspiring politicians a place to discuss matters. The food is made with premium ingredients, and the seafood is shipped directly from the seaside. Abalone, shark fin, lobster, and sea cucumber.
There are two red lanterns hanging at the door, with the words "Bi Mansion" written on them. Once you enter the courtyard, you will be provided with one-stop service from the butler...
I won't talk nonsense with you. I can't find any official by handing out my business card, and they can't even take advantage of his mansion!
Positioning, this word is really confusing.
I felt like I couldn't find a spot, just like my restaurant.
I feel a little lost. I can't reach the top, and I can't settle for the bottom.
Having written this, I admit that I wrote it to comfort you.
I am busy all year round, thinking and doing things that are not what I like, and they are all things that I am capable of doing. I am unwilling to accept it, but life still chooses me.
My ideal is not a specific number, but that one day I can choose to live my life instead of being forced to do so.
Chasing desperately, learning to fly, saving hard, and being scheming and adventurous, how many more years of struggle do you need to do to realize your dream?
I think if I tell this to others, they won’t understand.
Maybe you can understand.
Maybe you will say that it is only an ideal.”
Bi Yue stopped writing. A girl’s feelings are always poetic. She lay on the kang with her back facing up.
One reason was that he was tired from lying down to write, and the other was that he was imagining Chu Yifeng's expression when he read the letter.
She felt that in this world, only Chu Yifeng could understand what she was talking about. She was in a passionate mood and quietly sang the "obscene lyrics and songs" that made Bi Cheng look sideways.
Bi Cheng: What happened? Why did you become abnormal while writing?
Bi Cheng waited for Bi Yue's dreamy expression to return to normal so he could ask his sister who she learned this from and why she sang so explicit...
“When I can’t sleep, will there be someone to accompany me?
When I am sad, will there be someone to comfort me?
When I want to speak, will anyone understand me?
When I can’t forget you, will you come and love me?”
Bi Yue only liked these few lines of this song, and she hummed them over and over again.
Bi Yue still doesn't understand men.
When Chu Yifeng received the letter, he didn't even feel melancholy. He just kept flipping through the pages, wondering why this girl wrote something without paying attention to the end. What did she do in the end?
I didn’t find it, so I muttered to myself, “It’s still too little money.”
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