At night, Chu Fang tossed and turned, unable to sleep, overwhelmed by worry, anxiety, and a host of other complex emotions.

He deeply empathized with Chang Shen's thoughts.

He is a man who has come back from the abyss.

I had thought about death countless times before, and my heart felt so empty that even the universe could not fill it.

He wished he could just die.

If he hadn't thought of Chu Ma's desperate face, he might have already left this world.

Fortunately, he eventually met Zhong Tingyue, which filled the void in his heart. Chang Shen's mental illness was more severe and more complex than his.

"Sigh!" Chu Fang sighed, gazing at the moonlight. "What should we do?"

He drifted off to sleep in a daze due to anxiety, but suddenly woke up and saw Chang Shen sitting by the French windows, holding a kitchen knife, the blade flashing.

Chu Fang suddenly snapped out of his daze: "What are you doing sitting here so late at night? You're not going to kill me, are you?"

Chang Shen replied calmly, "That works too."

bYd, can we use the word 'also' for this?

Can you have a sense of awe for life?

Chang Shen turned around: "Want an apple?"

Chu Fang: "... ...Are you sick?"

Chang Shen shrugged: "There really are."

Chu Fang suddenly woke up and sat up, the moonlight shining on them.

"Are you really sure?" He didn't know how to break the awkward silence, so he kept asking.

"Hmm." Chang Shen said calmly, "Actually, you don't need to be like this. At most, we can meet again in eighty years."

Chu Fang's voice was hoarse: "Isn't there any other solution? Do we really have to go that far? Don't you have any attachment to this world at all?"

Chang Shen shook his head.

Chu Fang's expression was serious: "No, I can't see you leave. I want to stay with you. You can't leave without my permission."

Chang Shen remained silent.

After calming down, Chu Fang said, "Do you want to know what it feels like for me to be with Zhong Tingyue?"

"In no mood."

He slapped his forehead: "By the way, have you slept with any women?"

Chang Shen smiled and asked, "You want to know?"

"think."

"Shall I tell you?"

Chu Fang's spirits lifted: "Tell me in detail."

Chang Shen said, "Actually, there's not much to say. Back when I was abroad, there were too many choices, too many temptations, too many... open-minded girls, and I did a lot of things that are hard to talk about."

“During that time I became addicted to it. I thought I had gotten rid of my illness, but that was just an illusion and it worsened my condition.”

Next, Chang Shen talked about his experience studying abroad, the chaotic social circles...

After listening, Chu Fang nodded, agreeing with his view of the overseas study community.

Under the moonlight, the two sat and chatted until dawn.

Chu Fang woke up and sat up abruptly. He saw Chang Shen reading a book and patted his chest, saying, "Damn! I thought you were gone. Luckily you're still alive."

"I won't leave until I finish what I'm doing," Chang Shen said. "There's milk and bread in the fridge, help yourself."

"I won't eat that stuff." Chu Fang went into the kitchen to search for usable ingredients.

Unfortunately, Chang Shen no longer had any demands for food, or rather, he had no attachment to the world. He ate very simply: bread, lettuce, carrots, and salad dressing—the most classic white food—to sustain his life.

After eating it, I felt like the sky had fallen.

Left with no other option, Chu Fang ordered takeout: "Do you want some?"

"I won't eat."

"No, you have to eat." Chu Fang ordered two claypot rice dishes. "I'm not discussing this with you, I'm informing you."

The food arrived shortly after. The deliveryman was a middle-aged man in his forties. The temperature in Shanghai was 36 degrees Celsius today, and the man's head was covered in sweat.

Chu Fang handed a bottle of mineral water to the middle-aged man, who accepted it and bowed in gratitude.

"Hey, don't rush off." Chu Fang called out to the middle-aged man who was about to leave.

"Handsome, is there something you need? I'm in a hurry to deliver an order."

"No need to rush, I'll pay you back if you're late." Chu Fang welcomed the middle-aged man into the house, then said, "Brother, you should already be married."

"I have two daughters." The middle-aged man smiled broadly.

"It must be tough, right? Have you ever thought about suicide?"

"Huh?" The middle-aged man was stunned, but quickly came to his senses. "It's not hard work, let alone suicide. If I die, how will my wife and two daughters live?"

Chu Fang got the answer he wanted, and on the food delivery app, he went to the tipping page and showed it to the middle-aged man: "Brother, you can tip however you want. My bank account balance should be enough to pay."

"Huh?" The middle-aged man was stunned again.

Can you even set your own tips?

Can you pay for billions of dollars?

In the end, the middle-aged man lost 66 yuan, and then said with a smile, "Young man, although I don't know why you asked these questions, I sincerely hope you live happily. There are many things in this world worth striving for."

Enjoy your meal.

After speaking, the middle-aged man bowed and left the house.

The middle-aged man hurried downstairs to deliver the next takeout order. When he opened the app, he was surprised to see that a customer had tipped him 'yuan'.

The note above reads: "Brother, I wish you a happy life and happiness every day."

The middle-aged man immediately looked up at the building; he knew that the young man had tipped him earlier.

He had met many wealthy people while working as a food delivery driver, but this was the first time someone had tipped him so much.

He said softly, "Thank you."

The middle-aged man was delighted by the large sum of money, but he still carried the takeout to deliver the next order, without changing his pace.

He simply sent himself a message saying that his wife was very happy with his earnings today and wanted him to come home early so she could cook him something delicious.

... ...

Chu Fang ate his claypot rice: "That guy isn't any more tired than you, so why doesn't he have any thoughts of dying?"

“It’s different,” Chang Shen said. “That man has a wife, a daughter, a family, and everything beautiful in this world. Even when he’s exhausted, he’s happy and has the drive to keep going. But me… ”

Chang Shen stopped there.

In his eyes, the world was devoid of anything worth pursuing; it was all gray.

Am I your friend?

"Yes," Chang Shen replied, but before Chu Fang could ask any questions, he continued, "I'm very happy to have met you, but... I'm sorry."

The delicious claypot rice suddenly lost its flavor.

Chu Fang did not dwell on this issue.

After breakfast, Chang Shen went to the plastic surgery hospital to resign and end his job.

I went to the dean's office and handed him my resignation letter.

"Resign? Job dissatisfaction? Low salary? Or poor working environment?" the dean asked. "We can discuss it."

Chang Shen has excellent aesthetic sense and superb skills. His clients are wealthy people from all over the country. He is the top doctor at the cosmetic surgery hospital.

“No,” Chang Shen replied.

Despite the dean's repeated persuasion and the high salary offered, he remained unmoved and ended the job.

"You're not tempted by so much money? I am," Chu Fang chimed in from the side.

"You're short of that little bit of money?" Chang Shen glanced at him sideways.

“No!” Chu Fang said. “You don’t love money, but I do. How about this: you do the work and I’ll get the reward. We can kill two birds with one stone and achieve a win-win situation!”

Upon hearing that Chang Shen was leaving, many nurses at the cosmetic surgery hospital were reluctant to part with him, but the most emotional were the cosmetic surgery clients.

They spent so much time and money, and waited in line for so long, and yet the attending physician resigned.

Who can accept this?

A group of women who had undergone cosmetic surgery surrounded Chang Shen:

"Dr. Chang, please perform my surgery first."

"Where are you going to work next? I'll go with you."

“... ..."