He Yi watched Zheng Wei laughing while wiping away tears, and helplessly said, “Girls are just like this, Shao Yi too (in case you’ve forgotten, Shao Yi is Zheng Wei’s old roommate and He Yi’s girlfriend). Normally compet.i.tive, once they see a little bit of sadness on a TV show they start crying heavily, I really don’t understand.

Zheng Wei said, “No way to solve it, girls are just p.r.o.ne to shedding tears for other people’s stories, it’s quite funny.” Her eyes were still red, but her mood was suddenly improved, and she stood up and called, “Don’t only talk about the irrelevant matters of those employees who have nothing to do, drink up!”

Everybody nodded one by one. If you said that she had been drinking with some reserve, now she was all out, the more she drank the more sober she seemed. Under this imposing manner, even those experienced drinkers were afraid of her.

After paying for the bill, the group of people talked and laughed as they walked to the entrance of the restaurant. He Yi half-jokingly proposed, “It’s still early, why don’t we find another place to start the next round?” (of drinking, celebrating)

Zheng Wei straightforwardly nodded her head. “No one’s busy, (right?/I don’t think anyone’s busy so…) everyone who hasn’t collapsed come along, should we go soak in a PUB (public bath?) or should we sing K (karaoke)?”

He Yi had some doubts, he had seen her original ill at ease demeanor, and predicted that she had a date after dinner. He was planning on saying it just to tease her, but he didn’t imagine she was actually telling the truth. The people on the scene were all young, and the backbone of the middle-ranking Er Fen workers. Normally their relations.h.i.+p was pretty good, and they all loved to play, and so hearing Zheng Wei preposition, they responded one by one, with some majestic cars even driving directly to the designated place.

In the karaoke private room, everyone ordered some more bottles of beer, and in a half-drunk state, played cards, and then some more cards, then sang, and then sang some more, all the while leaning unsteadily side to side. He Yi was the one who hogged the microphone, signing a Jacky Cheung song quite realistically, and the few after were all well know songs. After singing for a bit, he realized when he reached the part, the host suddenly became very clam, back leaning against the sofa, quietly sitting there without saying a word. He Yi’s relations.h.i.+p with her was the closest/strongest, and sat his b.u.t.t down next to her. “What’s up/wrong, you were okay just now, who just angered you, I, your brother, will give you a release (an outlet for her anger).”

Zheng Wei pushed him, “Go, go sing your song, I like this song, you sang it quite well today. It pa.s.sed expectations, I’m listening.”

He Yi just continued to sit next to her, holding the microphone as he sang.

“… .. I sang to enchant her, I sang until she was heartbroken, after adults break up they all act indifferent, buying karaoke with friends, singing my song and accompanying people as they cry, hey … … Accompanying people as they cry … … ” He turned his head, “Let’s change the song, singing this today isn’t suitable, why don’t I sing you a birthday song?” (Extremely sorry if I utterly butchered those lyrics… original if you want it: “……我唱得她心醉，我唱得她心碎，成年人分手後都像無所謂，和朋友一起買卡拉OK，唱我的歌陪着人們流淚，嘿……陪着人們流淚……”)