I smiled and said, "Lie down, let's hurry up, the medicinal wine will be boiled dry later."
I still remember that at the beginning this work was very laborious, I often stopped cooking halfway through, and climbed into bed to rest with Chu Yuanjiang. It turned out that he was fine, and when he was flexible, he wanted to try his fists, and insisted on pulling me to fight me. It wasn't until the pot of burning medicinal wine next to me exploded that I was distracted by his elbow and fell to the ground with a plop.
After the other leg was finished, I climbed onto the bed and let out a sigh of relief.
Chu Yuanjiang lay beside me: "By the way, I heard about Peter's family history today, do you want to hear it?"
"Peter? Who?" I laughed.
Chu Yuanjiang kicked me: "Pretend, pretend again. The surname is Xiong."
"Oh, what is his family history?"
"It is said that ten years ago, he came here and studied in university for four years. He didn't learn anything except picking up girls, and he couldn't even speak English well. He has a little money in his family, but it's considered ordinary here... He graduated without a job, without a job. Qian, guess what happened to him?"
"What's wrong with him?"
"When he was about to graduate, he spent three months collecting information on the daughters of high-ranking officials and wealthy businessmen among all the foreign students. It is said that the list only printed three pages... Then he spent another three months, gradually investigating, and chose the one that was most suitable for him. The one who started now was the only daughter of a coal mine owner in Shanxi. Later, he spent half a year breaking into the girl's social circle; four months later, he married that woman, and then he had a job, money, and house. Yes, there is a car."
I was stunned: "It's a rumor, I never heard that he has a wife."
"He was sent to live in Los Angeles, and there is also business there."
"No wonder he is so free here now, and even sponsors beauty pageants."
Chu Yuanjiang turned over and faced me: "So, Junzi, it's still the same sentence, money is not expensive, you have to earn it."
I sighed, "We don't talk about that."
Chu Yuanjiang looked at me deeply: "Why?"
I was startled, frowned and said, "I don't want to say."
I still remember the time when I lived with him in City X more than ten years ago... I can't understand him running out to befriend the rich and powerful to take jobs every day, and he can't understand me going out every day to set up a street stall. Later, because of the matter of not accepting the project, we had a falling out, and we broke up.
Chu Yuanjiang sat up, looked me in the eyes and said, "Do you know how difficult it is to make money now? Some people carry corpses and work illegally to make money. Before you said that I earned black money, I admit it, but now I do nothing. is legal."
I also sat up, and I was uncomfortable with a burst of anger. This was not the first time I felt this way.
All too familiar, the feeling that always drove us to fight when we were all kids.
He likes to form cliques and use those relationships to his advantage.
I like to work on my one-acre three-point land and exchange the harvest.
He always has his way, and I always have mine.
"This deal is not a long-term solution."
He sighed: "Now I have few resources, so of course I listen to others. When I have more resources, they will listen to me. It's like opening a grocery store, you ask for suppliers. Opening a chain of Wal-Marts, the supply I beg you. Junzi, you know how to speculate in futures, and you can make money by surfing the Internet while hiding in your house. I can only make money by dealing with people... "
I didn't speak for a long time, but finally couldn't help but said: "But those little girls..."
Chu Yuanjiang said indifferently: "It's not sure who will take advantage of who. People are not stupid now."
"But for this matter, just go whoring once or twice by yourself, that's called flirtatious. But as a business..."
"Forget it, I can't tell you clearly..." Chu Yuanjiang closed his eyes and said softly, "Today is too late."
I was stunned, stood up, took out the underwear from the closet and threw it to him, and he said while putting on his clothes, "By the way, why don't you come to the next party, so you can show your face too."
"Why is he here again?"
"Doing business with Peter."
When going out, close the bedroom door, the night wind is a bit cool.
Looking at the night outside the window, I suddenly felt as if I had returned to more than ten years ago. We lived together and helped each other, but we each had our own thoughts and paths.
I still remember the age when we were young and didn't understand anything. We trusted each other and talked about everything like brothers.
The first time we parted ways and then reconciled, he was always more tolerant and careful to me and I to him than before, and he spoke with discretion.
After his accident, we became more dependent on each other, but the gratitude and guilt in his heart... made us further apart.
For so many years, it is a blessing that they have not separated but have disagreed.
The fetters have long been cut off, but being so strong also has too much burden, so that we are not in the original place.
He and I are trying our best to restore something, maintain something... Even though we are both covered in dirt, we leave a piece of pure land for the other.
Although we didn't take the same path, he and I both understand that we are relatives after all.