Jason | Chill

2023.04.16

On the morning of the first day of the new year this year, Hanhan transferred me 10,000 yuan and wrote a sentence: Colorful.

When Hanhan took over the restaurant a year ago, I said to him, "Nothing else, just Huahua's share, can you keep it for her?" He said "OK". At that time, the business had been depressed for a long time due to the epidemic. After a month of hard work, the store didn't make a loss, but there was not much left. Since then, this store has nothing to do with me, and this request is more or less an unreasonable request.

Huahua has been gone for more than four years. Every Spring Festival, we give her share to her family. It's not much, just a way to remember her, especially when the memory gradually fades.

She once worked very hard to support the store, even at the cost of compromising part of her life, until her illness became serious. Once when she and He Chen had a quarrel, she was afraid that this stupid guy would quit the next day, so she took the initiative to make peace.

Her passing became a spiritual bond for the rest of us: we came together in this process, naturally revealed our emotions, and got to know each other better. Sometimes I think that if Huahua hadn't gotten sick and passed away, we would have been friends who had a tacit understanding without expressing it, but we would have gradually faded away as our lives changed.

That year, He Chen left Dali and went to work in a restaurant in Sanya, Dahai. Han Han took over his responsibility for the daily work of the store. A year later, He Chen came back. We had opened a new store, and he began to take care of the chores of the new store. When I quit the store, he left for Chengdu. Xiao 6 has been back and forth, and now he seems to have grown up. That's about it.

Eleven years ago, I moved to Dali and opened several restaurants. I was excited and bored, successful and failed. I didn't save much money, and I didn't find the meaning of life - probably I never had it. I had some experiences that I felt were wonderful, some I knew I had them, but I couldn't restore these feelings, and some I just kept in my memory.

Like He Chen and Xiao 6, Han Han doesn't express much. For many years, he has been supporting the restaurant "Late Night Diner" in Gucheng alone. Last year, after running the restaurant independently with his friends, he moved back to Huguo Road, next to the original late night diner. I occasionally read the customer reviews on Dazhongdianping. It's doing well.

We occasionally contacted each other, mostly he would ride his motorcycle to some deep mountain or river to camp and fish, and then tell me that it might be a good route. He also told us about our first trip to Gaoligong Mountain many years ago.