Poster

After touching his wrist for three seconds, he could see the debt on each person. Life debts are on the black line, blood debts are on the red line, and love debts are on the white line - the thicker the line, the greater the debt. He is a bookkeeper in Linjian Lane, who pays debts for others. He takes a cent and then rubs something on himself to offset the interest: first the fragrance of garlic, then his father's face, and then a day's longevity. The more debts he carried, the more things he lost. The alley has not changed in seventeen years, and his father's debt has been outstanding for seventeen years, but his family's name is still printed on the pawn shop's receipts. A line of words suddenly appeared on the notebook: "The seventeenth liquidation, there are thirty-two days left."