He asked the air "What do you want?"
"What does Brother Zhang want in return?" Someone asked
"What do I want? I don't know, forget it." He answered like this. He knew clearly that the other person would not live long enough to repay him, so he simply didn't mention it, so as not to create unnecessary worries and disturb other people's lives.
Facing a hundred years of ordinary life, this kind of happiness tied to others made him silent. He lived for too long and forgot the instinct of pursuing happiness, but he was not in pain and just smiled.
Null.
Day after day, year after year, the endless void filled his long and peaceful life.
