The group had already become quite familiar with one another, and Mila no longer needed to drink herself into oblivion.
So the four of them merely had a few drinks together at the restaurant, mainly looking back on the experiences and gains of the past month. Mila especially emphasized how reluctant she was to leave, and how she would keep this friendship forever in her heart.
A little after one in the afternoon, after eating and drinking their fill, everyone went their separate ways.
Wang Yan and Huazi went back to the shop to continue working, while Mila and Yang Xiaoyun found a place to sit in the air conditioning, drink cold beverages, and chat.
Looking at the street outside, Yang Xiaoyun said, "Take a good look. Once you go abroad, it won't be easy to see it again."
"What's so special about that? What's there to see on a main road? We're developing pretty well too—nothing but skyscrapers. It'll be the same in the United States, just with different people on the streets and different shop signs."
"I'm telling you, it'll feel completely different. This is home, this is hometown. Even if they're both full of skyscrapers, looking at them is a whole different thing."
"You sure have a lot of reasoning. No, really, how come I never noticed you were this sentimental before?"
"My best friend is about to go abroad. When I think about how we won't see each other for years—and if you immigrate, maybe we'll never see each other again for the rest of our lives—it makes me sad..."
Watching Yang Xiaoyun pretend to wipe away tears, Mila burst out laughing. "All right, that's enough. You're way too fake."
"What can I do? You're a rich lady. International flights are like buses to you—you can