The Irrational Form of Love

Liquidator Qi Wujiu has been in this business for eleven years, and he only believes in two things: the exemption clause of the insurance policy, and the silence of the dead. Living people have to go through three procedures to speak: face, interests, and habits. Dead people don't have to go through it - every sentence that comes out of a dead person's mouth is the final draft. Real estate developer Zhen Henian died on the imperial chair in his study, and the WeChat movement was fixed in twelve steps. He left behind a dark blue hard-covered account book that recorded thirty years of favors. When he opened the pages, half of Lancheng was on it: businessmen, creditors, sons, daughters, lovers of twenty-one years, and an empty trust beneficiary column. The dead cannot change their words, but the living begin to recalculate. The eldest son owes 17 million in debt, the filial daughter broadcasts a live broadcast in the mourning hall, the illegitimate son holds an 80 million insurance policy, and the lover has a fresh strawberry on the back of his neck - but the old man who has been paralyzed for three months cannot grow such fresh strawberries. Public opinion consultant Yu Buqi squatted on the ground to connect the switch and said: You count the money of the dead, and I count the reputation of the dead. We are the upper and lower processes of the same assembly line. Only the fourteen accounts recorded for his wife Ke Suwen were all zero. Human feelings are an irrational formula: you think you can divide it, but in fact you can only take the square root; only then do you realize that the root sign is negative. In the next five cities, ten years, and five thousand chapters, everyone is calculating the same question—how much is their love worth. Only in the end did I realize that life is destined to be a lonely journey, and no emotion can reach the ultimate ideal state. The inexhaustible remainder is all the evidence of being alive.