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 you’re still well.
In a self-built rural house less than ten kiloters from the western suburb, a young man wearing a hood whistled and pushed open the courtyard’s 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 didn’t even have ti to pay attention to ?" The young man curiously looked at the man’s mobile phone screen, and disdainfully said, "Brother Strongman, if you ask , this broken mobile phone screen is already shattered like this. You should’ve replaced it a long ti ago. Even if it’s new, buying a new one wouldn’t even cost 600 bucks, right?"
The young man snorted disdainfully and waved his hand, "A dostic brand I’ve 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 I’m not short of a few thousand bucks."
After saying this, the young man took a closer look at the page the man’s mobile phone was on. Watching the man’s fingertips as if they were touching sothing, 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 ti without getting a response from the man, so he reached out and pushed the man’s back, "I’m saying, Brother Strongman, after I’ve said so much, at least give a response."
The man still didn’t speak, but the young man noticed that the man’s eye sockets were red.
The young man shook, sowhat surprised, "Brother Strongman, I didn’t expect you to like this star so much. Seeing the news of her death, you’re actually this upset? Back then, to save , you took a knife and were half-dead but didn’t make a sound. But with the death of this female star, you’re so upset that you’re shedding tears?"
The man seed 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 rembering the gratitude for the knife block, he didn’t lose his temper.
"Forget it, who doesn’t have a pure lotus in their heart? It’s like a man’s first love and the first ti—they can never be forgotten. This Jane Sampson is beautiful, her acting is good, and her songs are pleasant. It’s quite normal for you to like such a woman."
The young man patted the man’s shoulder, saying, "Don’t say it’s just you; I like such won too, particularly charming."
The man’s 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 co back?" the man asked hoarsely.
"I just ca 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, I’ll give you a big gift." The young man was quite excited as if he had ntioned sothing thrilling, "Did you see the news yesterday about Jane Sampson being kidnapped?"
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