Yu Qianqian, a female shopkeeper in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, opened a shop with her baby, and her abacus was more accurate than her heartbeat.
Her principle is simple: if you give her money, treat her; if you don't have money, don't talk.
Until the man in the silver mask fell in her backyard covered in blood.
She saved him because of the one hundred taels of medical treatment.
She took him in because all the rent, food and money were paid off.
She thought it was a good deal.
But this man didn't want to leave.
He uses his power to suppress her - you can't run away.
He trapped her with money - as much as you want.
He risked his life to keep her - don't leave.
Yu Qianqian was grabbed by his wrist every time, and he said the same sentence calmly every time:
"Let go. Negotiate the price."
It's his fault, it's her fault.
He is paranoid, she is sober.
She doesn't hate him, isn't afraid of him, doesn't forgive him.
But one day, she found that she began to feel sorry for him.
This is troublesome.
When he meets the light, he wants to grasp the light.
She just wants to be free.
He asked her: What do you want?
She said: Silver, son, pure.
He said: What about me?
She looked at him and said:
"You are the only thing I can't figure out in my abacus."
He doesn't let go. She doesn't forgive.
In the end, who owes whom more?
