Yan Heng, the crown prince of Beijing, raised the best-behaved canary, Shen Niannian.
He asked her to laugh, and she laughed. He asked her to kneel down, and she did so.
He thought she was a useless dodder who couldn't live without him.
Until that day, she burned everything he gave her with her own hands in a huge fire.
"Fu Yanheng, you want Bai Yueguang, I don't want it anymore."
He went crazy all night, kneeling in the ruins and shouting his name into the air all night long.
Later, he asked someone to check that her account balance was zero, that she had not bought a ticket, and that her mobile phone had been canceled.
The world has evaporated, completely clean.
Later, someone photographed Fu Yanheng at a night market stall in a small town.
That man worth hundreds of billions, wearing street clothes, squatting on the ground, humbly cleaning a woman's shoes.
"Baby," his voice was trembling, "the outside world is not fun. Can you come back?"
The woman put down the skewers with a gentle and cruel smile:
"Mr. Fu, don't make trouble. Only when I fly out canary can I realize how big the sky is."
