Shen Yanhui never thought about being a good person in her life.
He went to school simply because his father held him by the back of his neck and pushed him in. In the first class, he trampled on the teacher's skeleton and lay there among a pile of bones, wondering how many days he would stay in this place.
As a result, the gentleman surnamed Lin squatted down to pick up the bones, and wiped the dust off his sleeves more carefully than he did when removing the jade head and face. Later, he discovered that this man wore a long gown to talk about skeletal texture, wore a cheongsam to go to the slums to see doctors, had gun calluses on his hands, and played the erhu to make it difficult to walk.
He taught him to write "heart", taught him to recognize two hundred and six bones, and stuffed a train ticket northward into his pocket.
Shen Yanhui always felt that something was wrong with this person. Something much bigger than Paramount's light ball. He wanted to know, wanted to follow, and wanted to see the exposed bones on that man's wrist a few more times.
If you come and go again, you will be owed a lifetime debt.
Intention: growth, tolerance