After You Hefang smelled the increasingly thick smell of blood in the air, he held his breath, stared ahead, and quickened his pace to leave after get off work.
Unfortunately, he was afraid of what would happen. He walked quickly to the elevator room and met Jian Chen's eyes, who was covered in blood and sitting slumped on the stairs with a hole in his head.
In an instant, You Hefang closed his eyes and withdrew his gaze. Can't see, can't see, can't see...
"Save..."
It's over, it's useless even if you can't see it.
You Hefang took a deep breath and stepped forward: "Every wrongdoer has his debtor, and I will not guarantee his life..."
Jian Chen woke up from the pain. When he opened his eyes, he was forcefully dragged to set his bones by a barefoot doctor in a simple clinic.
After finishing the work, You Hefang, who was sitting and sleeping, handed him two pieces of paper, which were both medical records and bills, and asked him to pay back the money.
There is no money at the moment. Jian Chen looks blank and pretends to have amnesia.
You Hefang thought he was going to default on his debt, so he asked him to think of his name without abandoning or giving up.
Jian Chen opened his mouth and said, "I think my name is Jian Zhou."
After knowing the name, You Hefang took away the medical records and wrote ugly words, turning the medical records into IOUs again.
"Two copies, one for each person." You Hefang handed it to him.
"..." Jian Chen remained silent, signing the name "Jian Zhou" without any psychological burden, and the handwriting wandered down eight hundred and eighty-eight streets.
Mr. Jian, who used to be famous in the past, was temporarily depressed and needed to find a place to escape from the limelight. After guessing the person's personality and preferences in a few sentences, he began to add characters to his new identity "Jian Zhou": a college student, a poor self-reliant person since childhood, a homeless man with nowhere to go...
Intention: Can pretense be exchanged for sincerity?
