The biggest figure Fu Huaisheng ever handled in his life was 1.7 billion.
Now, every day, he keeps track of: dried noodles, 9.5; eggs, 1.2.
Jiang He earned thirteen certifications in his life.
Now his greatest skill is making near-expiry beef in a way Fu Huaisheng likes.
Fu Huaisheng thinks he is repaying a debt.
Jiang He thinks he is collecting one.
They are both wrong.
Jiang He puts his savings in front of him and says, “Everyone remembers what you did for them,”
while folding away the cold looks and the notes saying “Don’t come looking for me again” that people have slipped him.
Later, Fu Huaisheng finds the ledger under Jiang He’s pillow.
It doesn’t record debts.
It records:
“Ate two bowls of rice.”
“Said ‘thank you’ without looking down.”
“Washed one extra bowl.”
There isn’t a single “I like you.”
But every page says the same thing:
From the very beginning, there was never any intention of making him repay that debt.
That roof was always meant to shelter him.
Cool, proud, gentle fallen young master top
Sharp-tongued, perceptive, soft-hearted, meticulous bottom
Theme: Redemption and protection
