This is how we get old.

My third brother missed me again, though it was just a casual remark. I still went to see him seriously. I owe him 1000 yuan; I'm so poor I don't even have enough for living expenses. I even had to buy tea for Wang Xiaodan and send it back to Northeast China, saying I'd pay him back after I got paid—bullshit! I chatted with my third brother for a bit. The thing I was concerned about was his younger brother, Wu Axue's, recent situation. He said he spent 10 million yuan renovating a wax museum on Gulangyu Island and could earn 20 million next year. I didn't see it coming and didn't dare to comment, but when I was worrying about a few hundred yuan, hearing that my friend could spend 10 million on renovations and business made me swallow hard, even though I didn't show my surprise on my face. On the way back, riding my electric bike, I thought about my friends like Zhang Zhihui/Lao Xie (the definition of a friend is: they are mine, but I may not necessarily be theirs). Everyone gets what they need through hard work, and I smiled. I believe my smile was kind; I can feel that.

   By the way, yesterday I thought about Zhang Xusheng (the owner of Asheng Flower Nursery), and his methods, experience, and confidence. I've made some conclusions about him—I guess I should say, insights! I won't lecture him (I don't have the ability, and he wouldn't listen anyway), because I defined him a long time ago: a farmer (a flower grower) who uses his experience and confidence to do things outside his area of expertise, letting his imagination run wild, and then bearing the consequences without a care, forgetting everything in a few days. Actually, I went through the same thing, so now I'm not in a rush with people or things, but that doesn't mean I don't think about things. Instead, I use time to refine what I do, making it more perfect. "Yishifeng" was conceived in one night, and now we're starting to operate it, still in a familiar area (restaurant). Maybe this is passion? I think it's just habit.

  When everything comes, you can't escape it, no matter what it is.