Han Jingchen put all the money into his trouser pocket.

He took out another card from his wallet and handed it to Zhang Ming.

"There's 50,000 in there for your mother's medical treatment. The password is your birthday. Don't do such stupid things again."

When I returned to the bookstore entrance, the girl was still standing there.

Han Jingchen didn't look at her, just stuffed 865 yuan into her hand and turned away.

I couldn't even see her face clearly.

I never thought about it.

The girl whose bag was snatched...could be Gu Youran.

At the bottom of the iron box, there was a yellowed photo.

In the photo, Han Jingchen is wearing a college basketball uniform and has a bright smile.

That was the most ambitious he had ever been.

But now, his face in the photo was crossed out with a scarlet marker.

Like a bloody verdict.

Turning to the back, a line of familiar handwriting pierced his eyes.

"Thank you for your performance, which allowed me to meet the real leading man."

It's Gu Youran's handwriting.

Han Jingchen's throat seemed to be pinched by an invisible hand, and breathing became difficult.

It turns out that Gu Youran has always treasured his photos.

It turned out that she had looked at him with such admiration because...

He had been her hero.

And now, she tore this fantasy to pieces with her own hands.

The last thing in the box was a white card.

There are three lines of text printed on it:

【Emotional consultation fee ￥865】

Project: Recognizing Cheap Heroism

【Consultant: Shi Heng】

Han Jingchen's knuckles turned white from pinching.

Shi Heng.

That man not only found out the truth of eight years ago, but also carefully planned this humiliation.

He asked Gu Youran to throw the money back intact with his own hands.

Just like when Han Jingchen casually handed over the 865 yuan, so nonchalantly.

Turning over the card, there is a line of small words on the back:

【It turns out that my first love was just a self-touching experience. 】

The handwriting was so strong that it could be seen through the paper, and the last stroke even scratched the card.

Han Jingchen grabbed the phone and dialed Gu Youran's number with trembling fingertips.

"Beep... The user you dialed is temporarily unavailable."

I called again, but it was still the cold electronic sound.

Switch to WeChat.

The message was preceded by a glaring red exclamation mark.

He was blocked.

The office was deathly silent.

Han Jingchen looked down at the 865 yuan scattered on the table and suddenly thought of the girl from that year.

He gave the money but didn't even give a glance.

And now he finally knew who she was.

But he had lost her forever.

Just then, the phone vibrated.

A text message from an unknown number:

Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Han. —Shi Heng

"Bang--!"

Han Jingchen slammed his fist on the desk, knocking over the coffee cup.

…

The other side.

It was already 12:30 when Shi Heng arrived at Kangrui Hospital.

He held the gift box full of "love letters and banknotes" in his hand and walked straight to Gu Youran's office.

When I opened the door, the office was empty.

On the desk, there is a brand new one-yuan note with the following words written on it:

[No. 866: Want to see me? Find me first.]

Shi Heng picked up the banknote with a smile on his face.

He turned and left the office and went straight to the hospital's broadcasting room.

The young nurse on duty was so surprised when she saw the person coming that she dropped the folder in her hand onto the table.

"Mr. Shi?" She stood up hurriedly, her cheeks flushed.

Shi Heng nodded, "Borrow my hand for a minute."

The nurse made way for him in a panic, her heart pounding like a drum.

The next second, his voice spread throughout the hospital through the PA system:

"Dr. Gu, please come to your office."

"Your patient...needs emergency care."

In the hospital cafeteria, Gu Youran was putting the plates into the recycling area.

The moment the broadcast sounded, her hand shook and the stainless steel plate almost fell out of her hand.

This voice is so familiar.

She pretended to be calm and walked towards her office.

Although his steps seemed calm, his heartbeat had already become disordered.

Zhuoran and Chen Xiaoyu followed Gu Youran quietly, hiding at the corner and looking around.

As he walked into the lobby on the first floor, Gu Youran stopped in his tracks when he saw the scene before him.

On the stairs leading upstairs, there was a brand new one-yuan bill stuck on every two steps.

She bent down and picked up the first one:

[No. 867: This is the first time you've been mean to me here, saying I'm disturbing your work.]

Second one:

[No. 868: You secretly stuffed me with throat lozenges because you were worried I'd get hoarse during the meeting.]

The third one:

[No. 869: I also like the way you get angry out of shame.]

Gu Youran picked up these "love letters" one by one, and her eyes gradually became hot.

Those fragmented moments that she thought were only remembered by herself, turned out to be treasured by him in his heart.

The last banknote points to the third floor rooftop.

She pushed open the iron door to the rooftop.

Shi Heng was leaning against the railing.

He held the blank 865-yuan note between his fingers.

Seeing her appear, he gave her a meaningful smile.

"Boss Shi, I can file a complaint against you for abusing the hospital broadcast."

Shi Heng chuckled and walked closer, "Doctor Gu, where's my 'interest'?"

She was about to retort when she was suddenly pulled into his arms by a strong force.

The man pinched the blank banknote between his fingers and stuffed it into her white coat pocket.

"Fill in the 865th... Now, I like the way you blush the most."

Gu Youran's ears felt hot, and before she could open her mouth, his lips were already covering hers.

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