Netizen: I really wish this was all fake. Early in the morning, I saw such sad news. I really want to cry. Monkey King of Sampton, we hope youâre still well.
In a self-built rural house less than ten kilometers from the western suburb, a young man wearing a hood whistled and pushed open the courtyardâs main gate, calling inside, "Brother Strongman! Have you gotten up yet?"
A person sat on a small wooden stool in the corner of the courtyard. The hooded young man, seeing the figure in the corner, walked briskly over and patted the person who ignored him on the shoulder.
"Brother Strongman, what are you looking at so intently? I called but you didnât even have time to pay attention to me?" The young man curiously looked at the manâs mobile phone screen, and disdainfully said, "Brother Strongman, if you ask me, this broken mobile phone screen is already shattered like this. You shouldâve replaced it a long time ago. Even if itâs new, buying a new one wouldnât even cost 600 bucks, right?"
The young man snorted disdainfully and waved his hand, "A domestic brand Iâve never even heard of. In this day and age, only you would still use it. I said I would get you a fruit brand one, but you just had to be stubborn and refuse it. Why? Anyway, you know Iâm not short of a few thousand bucks."
After saying this, the young man took a closer look at the page the manâs mobile phone was on. Watching the manâs fingertips as if they were touching something, he rubbed the magnified photo on the broken screen. The young man made a sound, "You saw this news, huh? What? Brother Strongman, do you really like Jane Sampson, this star?"
After finishing his words, the young man waited a long time without getting a response from the man, so he reached out and pushed the manâs back, "Iâm saying, Brother Strongman, after Iâve said so much, at least give me a response."
The man still didnât speak, but the young man noticed that the manâs eye sockets were red.
The young man shook, somewhat surprised, "Brother Strongman, I didnât expect you to like this star so much. Seeing the news of her death, youâre actually this upset? Back then, to save me, you took a knife and were half-dead but didnât make a sound. But with the death of this female star, youâre so upset that youâre shedding tears?"
The man seemed to be lost in his own world, not saying a word, without even a flicker in his eyes.
The young man let out a slightly impatient hum, but remembering the gratitude for the knife block, he didnât lose his temper.
"Forget it, who doesnât have a pure lotus in their heart? Itâs like a manâs first love and the first timeâthey can never be forgotten. This Jane Sampson is beautiful, her acting is good, and her songs are pleasant. Itâs quite normal for you to like such a woman."
The young man patted the manâs shoulder, saying, "Donât say itâs just you; I like such women too, particularly charming."
The manâs eyes finally moved slightly, and he put away his battered mobile phone.
Looking carefully, even while putting away the phone, his hand was slightly trembling.
"When did you come back?" the man asked hoarsely.
"I just came back last night. As soon as I returned, I hurried to take care of a big event. Brother Strongman, considering you saved my life, this afternoon, Iâll give you a big gift." The young man was quite excited as if he had mentioned something thrilling, "Did you see the news yesterday about Jane Sampson being kidnapped?"