"Then let's go to my place."
"Grandpa said, Zhang Qian'er from our family will not marry outside the family!!"
Okay, okay, you're trying to shut me down. I admit I did say I was willing to marry into the family, but life isn't like that. I'm more sensitive to heat than cold, Zhang Qian is the opposite.
"Your grandfather isn't here."
"Who are you talking about? Your grandfather isn't here. My grandfather is alive and well." This woman's skill at finding fault is getting better and better.
He grabbed the woman next to him and wiped all the sweat off his body on her; the human towel felt quite comfortable.
"Get up quickly, you'll be late for work."
After breakfast, I walked Zhang Qian to the entrance of her workplace.
My phone rang on the way to the hospital. I looked at the caller ID and it was that scoundrel "Ba Ge".
"Anqi, come and get me quickly."
Where?
Do you know about the Sweet Love Building?
"Um"
After hanging up, they arrived at the foot of the Sweet Love Building a dozen minutes later to pick up "Myna".
On the bus, the myna bird turned on loud music, making my ears feel numb.
"Keep your voice down, I'm driving."
Do you have any cigarettes?
He tossed a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, glanced at "Myna," and noticed that the scoundrel looked rather haggard.
If you can't stand the smell of smoke in the car, open the window to let fresh air dilute the secondhand smoke.
"Have you lost your mind too?"
"without"
"Sun Xiaohong lives in Tian'ai Building, right?"
"Um"
What about "Lily Chou-Chou"?
"Sun Xiaohong and I are getting married next month."
No matter how many questions I asked along the way, the myna bird's mouth remained locked, not uttering a single word.
I'm thinking, why are so many people getting married this year? First, my old classmate got married, then I got married, and now my friend is also eager to get married.
Could Sun Xiaohong be pregnant? What will happen to "Lily Zhou" then? They both work at the same hospital; it's embarrassing for them to lose face like this.
This afternoon, I have surgery to perform. The patient is a teenage girl in the prime of her life. She was born with a fist-sized black birthmark on her lower back, which has grown larger and harder as she has grown.
When they came for a checkup, the black birthmark had turned into a tumor. Its size had increased from the size of a fist to half the size of their back.
The surgery was very complex. Because skin grafting was required, the diseased areas had to be removed first. The healthy areas had to be left in place. If all the skin was removed, the girl wouldn't have enough skin to graft onto her back.
Due to financial constraints, the girl's family opted for partial removal. If left untreated, the lesion would eventually become cancerous. The girl's northern side was carefully examined again before the surgery.
The muscle to be removed was completely stiff and covered with long black hair. The small portion of the black birthmark that was not diseased was soft to the touch, with visible pores, and was basically no different from normal skin except for its color.
The surgery was very long. All the diseased tissue could be seen to have been completely removed. The next step would be skin grafting, which would be performed by a team of dermatology experts.
A section of skin was torn from the girl's thigh and inserted into her back. If she weren't someone who cared about appearance, the surgery would be quite successful. If she were a perfectionist, she would spend the rest of her life undergoing plastic surgery.
When I came out of the operating room, it was already dusk in every home.
Zhang Qian should be waiting for me at home. I couldn't help but laugh; I'm a married man now.
Drive home.
My phone rang, and the caller ID showed "Myna Bird" again.
After saying "Come on, Black Thirteen," he immediately hung up.
Cursing the "myna bird," he sent Zhang Qian a text message telling her not to wait for him that night and to go to sleep first.
Necessary reporting still needs to be done; this woman can be ruthless and disregard even family when she's acting impulsively.
Inside the Black Thirteen, "Brother Eight" was arm in arm with a petite, baby-faced beauty. They walked onto the dance floor and separated them; this scoundrel had drunk quite a bit. He casually slipped the baby-faced beauty a small tip to get rid of her, then prepared to carry "Brother Eight" home. Consider it something I owe him; this scoundrel carried me once before.
"An'an, have another drink with your brother." "Myna" broke free from my hand and sat down at the bar without permission.
"Give this gentleman a cup of Red Eyes." This time it was my turn to give the myna bird a lesson in moral education.
"I want Louis XIV."
"Go drink your own urine!"
I tapped a beat, called the bartender, and ordered two CAMPARIs.
“Try this,” I patted the myna bird on the shoulder.
The scoundrel tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp; it was too late to stop.
"Damn it, this is bitter!"
While he was yelling, quickly grab a lemon slice, wrap it around the sugar, and stuff it into his mouth.
"How about it?"
"Hey kid, is this how you usually drink?" he asked me.
"Hmm, do you know what this is called?"
"What?"
"Life is full of flavors."
"The many flavors of life?"
The myna bird remained silent, seemingly deep in thought.
"For Lily Chou-Chou?" If I'm not mistaken, his marriage must be related to Lily Chou-Chou.
"Um"
"Is that all the ambition you've got? Is it worth it for a woman?"
Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, and now it's my turn.
“You’re the same,” he retorted.
"Don't bring up Zhang Qian'er."
The myna bird wanted to order more wine, but I stopped it.
"You know what? Women are all fucking monsters who kill without shedding blood."
I wholeheartedly agree.
"Who doesn't have a past? Do you? I only dated Sun Xiaohong in the past, is it really that big of a deal? You argue with me every other day over this. I've explained to her so many times that the past is the past, and I can't be with her again. She won't listen. Fine, now you're going to be like a dinosaur sharing pears."
"It is Kong Rong," I corrected the pronunciation error of "myna bird."
"Same here, Sun Xiaohong is too ruthless. Fine, if she wants to get married, then let her get married!"
"You're not serious, are you?"
"Why not?" He turned to look at me with amusement.
"It's up to you, but you need to think it through."
"Anqi, men don't cry, they only have broken hearts."
"Um"
"Once your heart is broken, it doesn't matter anymore."
The appearance of the myna bird made me very uncomfortable. I was scared, and my eyelids were twitching slightly.
"Let's arrange to meet up with Lily Chou-Chou another day and talk things out. That should resolve everything." These words comforted him and reassured himself.
“Standard idealism,” the myna bird’s voice was very nasal. “Some things are hard to explain. At this point, it doesn’t matter who it is.”
The myna bird said that men don't cry, they only have broken hearts. I saw his tears, very faint.
He dialed Lily Chou's number and handed him to her.
Lily Chou-Chou's eyes clearly showed her love for the myna bird, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye.
He made a phone call home to tell Zhang Qian that he would be back soon.
Zhang Qian
"Please leave. This is not negotiable."
"I will come again."
"I will not back down."
"Are you getting married?"
"........"
"Will he accept this child? To him, this child is a bastard."
"roll!"
Anqi
Anqi
I'm feeling very confused and upset. Have I ever told you that I'm in a bad mood?
I can run away, I can walk away, I just don't want to argue or hold a grudge against you.
I can't say you're wrong, and I can't imitate your tears, yet I can't get drunk no matter how many cups I drink.