After competing for several years, the second year after he retired... Lin Qingran died of a felony of rebellion.
What a waste! What a great bird!
Lin Yao: Oh, no, I'm not dead?
Lin Qingran, who narrowly escaped death, changed his name to Lin Yao and lived in seclusion in the mountains without paying attention to worldly affairs.
But...
In the past, my colleagues came to the door, hid needles in cotton wool, and pricked me randomly when they came in!
Lin Yao:
Wrong? I haven't asked you yet whether you have a share of the credit for burying the bones.
This man is really unlucky. He committed a shocking murder as soon as he arrived.
The deceased happened to have some connection with me.
... Can't ignore it...
You really can't be too responsible!
Intention: There is more than one fulcrum in life