When Lin Chuxia, a student from the Department of Cultural Relics Restoration, rode a shared bicycle and smashed the glass of an antique store, she never imagined that the fragment of a Western Zhou bronze ware would come back to the CEO - 35-year-old Gu Mingyuan, holding up a gastric cancer diagnosis certificate and blackmailing her: "Either pay 300 million, or become my hospice nurse!"
This sand sculpture CEO's bucket list is outrageous: hiding critical illness notices in the mezzanine of Dunhuang murals, mixing anti-cancer drugs into cherry blossom-flavored milk tea, using CT scans to make wedding rings and plausibly saying: "Look, the tumor is showing its heart to you!"
He planted wisteria to build a labyrinth, claiming it was quantum security, but it was actually an underground ICU escape tunnel; he bought wonton shops all over the city to develop a "cancer annihilator", and the formula was actually painkillers mixed with thirteen incense; the AI stand-in's date was so beautiful that it was so beautiful that the core was 999 recordings of chemotherapy love words.
When Lin Chuxia found out that he was coughing up blood late at night and wiped her random scribblings, when the will was exposed and each item accurately corresponded to her random thoughts in her circle of friends, when the cherry blossom rain suddenly withered as his heartbeat stopped——
It turns out that this absurd encounter between bronze and porcelain was his last love letter cast with cancer cells.
"Little Cherry, I'm running a funeral talk show in the underworld to support you. Remember to give me rockets!" When the holographic image dissipated, the bronze vessel vibrated. That was his preset heartbeat message for thirty years:
"Hahaha... Ahem... This time... It's really goodbye."
Intention: All absurd words are cast in bronze, and the cherry blossoms are buried with laughter and tears to sleep.