"And then there's my good friend, Anderson. I've saved up so money, but I guess I won't have the chance to use it."
"Anderson is a good man; in this building, he's the only one who talks to regularly. Even though he's busy, he still makes ti to keep company during his busiest monts."
"Using my money on myself would be a waste. I should leave so money for him... maybe it'll help him live a better life."
"Lastly, to my mother. I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I'll be leaving before you..."
"Mom, I love you, I love you so much. I hope you can live a long and healthy life, even though you too are tornted by illness..."
"What saddens even more is that I probably won't be able to make money anymore. I'm running out of ti."
"I've always listened to you. I've been eating well. My stomach illness definitely wasn't caused by starving, definitely not. I don't even know how it ca about."
"I've been living quite well, I just suddenly fell ill."
"But I'll try my best to tidy myself up and look healthy when I see you one last ti."
When it ca to his mother, Jack's words were sowhat insincere. He feared that after his death, his mother would bla herself, thinking he got the stomach illness because he hadn't eaten properly.
In fact, he had often gone hungry and was emaciated. But he didn't want his mother to think that.
Just like he always did, he would only share the good news and not the bad.
His confidante Little Jennifer, his love Yulia, his colleague Remian, his friend Anderson, and his mother.
These people made up Jack's current life.
So there wasn't even a door in his apartnt that he could close, and he never tried to fix it.
It seed as if, with the door open, these people would walk in and talk to him.
Even if they ca asking for help, adding more troubles to his already troubleso life, it would still make him happy.
...
...
Life isn't a mirror; it doesn't necessarily smile back at you when you smile at it.
After writing a lengthy note as a farewell to the world, Jack sat dazed for a while before heading upstairs.
He was going to find Remian.
Soon, he apologized to Remian. He didn't mind Remian forgiving him condescendingly.
As long as there was no one else in the building who hated him.
He was supposed to leave then, but suddenly he thought he should make things clear—that he was about to die. How could a dead person still pursue soone they love?
He wanted Remian to know that Miss Yulia would never fancy soone like him, and after his death, that apartnt could go to Remian.
He wanted to support and bless Remian, encouraging him to pursue love, even though Miss Yulia was unlikely to fancy anyone from this building.
So Jack turned back to find Remian.
Remian was on the phone.
"Yulia, please believe , Jack's poverty doesn't need much explaining, but he's also very lazy and his heart is evil."
"You know his performances always disgust people, and he's no longer confined to making adults sick."
"Last week, he suggested performing at a school..."
"How malicious he is, those poor kids! How many kids will he traumatize with his hideous act? I'll make sure everyone knows his true nature."
"Did you know he doesn't love children? He actually hates kids."
"I heard he's intending to invite Jennifer to watch his performance alone. Oh my God, please make sure Jennifer stays away from him. She'll have nightmares!"
Jack stood at the stairway, the smile on his face long since frozen.
In fact, such scenes had occurred more than once.
Sotis it was to the circus director, sotis to Yulia; Remian always liked talking badly about others behind their backs.
There was no protective coloration; so people were just purely bad.
The enormous smiling face in the sky showed a hint of evil.
...
Anderson was Jack's good friend.
All along, Jack thought having one good friend in life was enough.
He wanted to bid a proper farewell to Anderson and give him so money.
But when he got ho and was about to take out the money, Anderson and his girlfriend were in Jack's apartnt.
"This place reeks of mold. Why do you keep money here?"
Anderson's girlfriend said in disgust.
Anderson nonchalantly responded:
"This dump is my piggy bank, no... it's my money tree."
"That idiot Jack always hides money in the compartnt of that junky fridge. No one else knows that except ."
His girlfriend was puzzled:
"Then if you take his money, won't he know it was you?"
Anderson sneered:
"Of course, but it doesn't matter. I just lie and say I'm sick, and that idiot will believe ."
"He'll even worry about , ask if I need more, and sotis when he's out of money, he'll tell to wait while he goes to do so odd jobs."
His girlfriend was even more astonished:
"Is there really such a person in this world?"
Anderson's smile grew more unrestrained:
"He's soone who prides himself on being willing to sacrifice everything for a friend, and I am that friend."
"So this money was actually mine to begin with. God saw how hard I worked and arranged a living piggy bank friend for ."
"Co on, darling, tonight I'll take you to a nice dinner, and then we'll find a room!"
Anderson put his arm around the woman's waist. The woman felt that sothing was a bit off.
Anderson said:
"In this world, so people dedicate to love, and of course, so dedicate to friendship. I gave him the friendship he fantasized about, so he gives money. Makes sense, doesn't it?"
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