When Lin Jin said nothing, Zhou Yan picked up a skewer of chicken wings and took a bite. He did not rush him, but continued, "I used to think that with how strong you are, and all that money in your account, you couldn't possibly want for anything. Whatever you wanted, you could get it easily."
He put down the chicken wings and looked earnestly at Lin Jin. "Now, the only thing that can affect your mood is love."
"Little Lin, you're pretty slow when it comes to feelings, but deep down, you already have an answer, don't you? You just haven't realized it yourself. Or maybe... you're afraid to admit it."
Lin Jin still said nothing.
Seeing how silent Lin Jin was, Zhou Yan did not press him.
Zhou Yan knew this brother of his all too well. He knew Lin Jin had taken his words to heart, but needed time to digest these thoughts. Every word he had said tonight had been helping push that door open a crack. Now that the crack was there, Lin Jin had to step through it himself.
"All right, enough talk. Let's drink." Zhou Yan raised his glass and clinked it against Lin Jin's, then gulped down half of it.
The barbecue restaurant gradually filled up. The nearby tables were all occupied by young men who had just finished a day's work, gathered in groups of two or three to eat skewers and drink.
Just then, a young man with a guitar on his back pushed open the door and walked in.
He wore a denim jacket washed almost white and held an old wooden guitar covered in faded stickers.
He glanced around the restaurant, then walked over to Zhou Yan's table.
"Want to request a song, handsome gentlemen? Twenty yuan a