Twenty-nine Years Old (7) [Edited]
Seeing this, Bian Senlin hurriedly turned around, helped the fat man up and found that he was conscious, but one hand was tightly pressing his left leg, and his forehead was covered with sweat because of the pain.
Bian Senlin looked over and saw that the fat man's left foot had begun to swell. The rapidly congested skin looked unhealthily dark, and the abrasions made it look a little scary.
Seeing that the fat man was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, Bian Senlin didn't delay and immediately stopped a car to take the fat man to the nearest hospital.
On the way to the hospital, the fat man, who had taken a deep breath, smiled reluctantly and said, "I was planning to fly back tomorrow, but now all my plans have to be postponed."
Bian Senlin was speechless: "It's already this late, why bother with that? Can you move your foot? Don't hurt your bones."
The fat man tried to move, grimacing in pain, and found that his entire foot was not responding well.
Bian Senlin was a little worried, but the fat man was still able to talk and laugh with Bian Senlin, but his pale face due to pain betrayed his true condition.
When they got off the car at the hospital, the fat man's left foot was completely unable to bear any force, and it was quite difficult for him to move the short distance from the roadside to the outpatient building.
Under the guidance of the kind security guard, Bian Senlin ran to rent a wheelchair, and then he successfully pushed the fat man to complete a series of actions such as registration, medical consultation, and X-ray.
When the results came out, Bian Senlin was relieved. The bones were not seriously injured, but the soft tissue was severely bruised. According to the doctor's advice, he might not be able to walk this month.
In Bian Senlin's mind, as long as the bones are fine, there will be no disability, and everything else will be fine as long as it can be recovered.
After feeling relieved, Bian Senlin turned into nagging mode on the way back: "Look at you, you fell like this while riding a bicycle, you are too fragile..."
The fat guy, who was called fragile, couldn't help but refute: "That's because when I fell, my left foot was caught on the pedal and the sole of my foot was pulled upwards and broken. It was an accident. I wouldn't be injured like this just by falling!"
Bian Senlin crossed his arms over his chest, ignoring his feeble arguments and going straight to the point: "That's because you're fat. The doctor just told you that you need to lose weight. Otherwise, your base weight will be too high and the pressure on your feet will be too great, which will affect your recovery period. You don't want to suffer from any sequelae, do you?"
The fat man was choked and speechless for a moment. If it weren't for his heavy body, perhaps it wouldn't be so serious.
Bian Senlin continued to chatter on and on, and the fat man shuddered inwardly as he listened. How come he didn't know that he had such a talkative side?
They arrived at their destination amid Bian Senlin's nagging. Bian Senlin helped the fat man get out of the taxi. Standing downstairs, both of them were dumbfounded.
When Fatty rented this house, he was attracted by the fact that it was located in an urban village and the decoration materials were relatively solid. The sound insulation and environment were good, and the price was cheaper than similar houses. But the only drawback was that it was a walk-up house, and he lived on the 9th floor.
Normally it’s no big deal, I just think of it as losing weight by moving up and down, but now that my foot is injured, what should I do?
There is no other way, just go ahead with it!
Bian Senlin couldn't carry the fat man because of his size. At first, he tried to hold on to him for support, but the corridor was too narrow and it was a bit dangerous, making both of them look a little embarrassed.
Finally, the fat man thought of a way. He sat on the steps with his back, and then used his hands to gain leverage and climbed up one step at a time.
In this way, it took me 40 minutes to reach my destination after stopping and resting for the stairs that usually took me two or three minutes.
When they got home, the fat man, who was covered in dust and looked very embarrassed, and Bian Senlin, who was sweating anxiously, looked at each other and couldn't help pointing at each other and laughing.
The fat man laughed so hard that he fell backwards and wiped the sweat from his forehead. It was rare for him to have such an embarrassing experience.
The gradual ringing of a phone interrupted the two giggling. Bian Senlin said while rummaging in his pocket for his phone, "The crutches I ordered just now should have arrived."
When he took it out, he found that it was Fatty's phone that was ringing. Fatty was not convenient to go upstairs, so he left his phone with him: "Here, it's yours. It seems to be Yao Ge'er's phone."
Yao Ge'er, Bian Senlin's childhood friend, has been a good friend since childhood. After the college entrance examination, they went to college in the same city, but in different schools. However, they still met often.
When the fat man heard that it was Yao Ge'er, he took the phone and his smile faded, feeling a little helpless.
But Bian Senlin didn't notice it because his own cell phone rang. The guy outside couldn't find the building, so he gestured to the fat man and hurried downstairs.
When Bian Senlin came back with crutches and a bag of ankle protectors similar to high-top shoes, the fat man had just hung up the phone.
Bian Senlin was still thinking about the phone call from his childhood friend, and he was quite interested. "Have you finished talking to Yao Ge'er? How is he now? He was too busy at school before I came here, and we haven't seen each other for almost two months."
The fat man was silent. Bian Senlin, who didn't hear the answer, realized that his face looked a little ugly. He scratched his head and asked, "What's wrong?"
The fat man shook his head and said nothing.
In the silence, Bian Senlin looked around, then looked around again. It didn't look like anything serious had happened. His eyes rolled, as if he had thought of something, and he asked tentatively, "Brother Yao is borrowing money again?"
Bian Senlin knew that this childhood friend was good in every way except that he was used to spending money lavishly. When he was in school, he had to support him from time to time at the end of the month, but at least he would pay it back.
The fat man smiled and said with an unspeakable expression: "If it's just a loan, it's fine."
Now that he had spoken, the fat man didn't intend to hide it from Bian Senlin: "The amount he wants this time is too large. He knows that I don't have it, so he wants to borrow money in my name."
Bian Senlin was stunned for a moment, feeling something was wrong: "Loan? What happened to him?"
The fat man looked at the kind-hearted young man, his mind a little confused. He came to his senses and shook his head, trying to speak calmly, "Nothing's wrong. When he got married, his family bought him a house in his hometown. Now he wants to buy another one in the provincial capital. It's just that he's been borrowing money from various sources over the years, and his credit score has been black. He can't get a loan, so he wants to borrow money in my name."
"Ah? Buy a house?" Bian Senlin was a little confused. He had never thought about this before. Then he subconsciously looked around at the small house rented by the fat man.
The fat man saw the subconscious action, and the depression in his heart suddenly dissipated. He felt a little funny and took out the painkiller spray from his bag. Wanting to tease him, he asked, "What do you think we should do?"
Bian Senlin was a little confused and scratched his head: "It won't work, right? Can the bank do this?" Even if he didn't understand, he knew that the mortgage must be taken out by the person himself.
The fat man sneered: "Of course not, so his plan is to get me to lend him money at high interest rates!"
Bian Senlin fell silent for a moment. He thought of his childhood playmate and felt sad, but he didn't know what he was sad about.
"He told me that he was just borrowing my identity and that he would pay the principal and interest every month himself." The fat man glanced at him and continued, "I refused."
Bian Senlin looked up at the fat man, but said nothing.
The fat man smiled and said, "Do you think I'm disloyal?"
Bian Senlin shook his head, and after a while, he whispered dejectedly, "You're right, but I can't be as straightforward as you."
"I thought about the two scenarios of lending and not lending. If I did, my whole body would feel uncomfortable and resisted. I can't explain why, but I probably just had a gut feeling that it was not the right thing to do."
Bian Senlin, 20, has always been an intuitive player: "But if they don't lend it to me, I'll also be a little sad, and... I probably don't know how to refuse."
The fat man looked at him as if he was looking at the past few years. Although he had grown up 9 years ago, the simple environment in the past made him still ignorant and soft. Late bloomers always need to fall one after another before they can gradually be tempered into shape.
The fat man's voice was filled with emotion as he explained softly, "You feel resistance and discomfort because your survival instinct is protecting yourself."
"Even though Yaogeer promised that he would pay back the principal and interest every month, what if he can't pay it back?"
"You have to know that before this, he relied on borrowing money from here and there to get by every month. Even if what he said now is sincere and he has no intention of cheating you, it seems that he does not have the ability to fulfill his promise at the moment."
"If the day comes when he can't pay it back, even if he doesn't disappear, if he can't come up with the money, will you come to his house and force him to death or what else can you do?"
"If a loan is issued in your name, it's yours to borrow. Both the lender and the law will only recognize you, regardless of what you do with the money or what agreements you have with other people."
"This amount is beyond your ability to bear, so your survival instinct is warning you not to push yourself into a desperate situation."
"As for sadness..." The fat man said as he sprayed the pain-relieving spray on the affected area. The cool medicine relieved the original burning pain a lot and made him breathe a sigh of relief.
"You're sad because you're worried that this friendship we've had since childhood will no longer exist. And secondly, you're sad because you find yourself more inclined to say no. Do you feel selfish?"
Few people analyze themselves so frankly to Bian Senlin. Although Bian Senlin was a little uncomfortable, he still nodded.
"There's nothing wrong with being a little selfish. Don't let those nonsense about friends being your friends and having to fight for them be a fool. You might end up being the one being stabbed in the back by your brothers."
The fat man sneered: "Even if you cherish this friendship, it depends on the situation. If he or his relatives are in the hospital and he needs money urgently, then helping him raise money is a kind of loyalty."
"But what about now? It's not urgent or necessary, so why should we pay for his excessive spending?"
"What's more, you consider him a friend and want to maintain this friendship, but he may not necessarily agree."
Bian Senlin looked at the fat man and wanted to refute something. He thought that after so many years of getting along with each other, Yao Ge'er was not that bad.
The fat man saw through his thoughts and shook his head: "Maybe it was in your time, but you forgot one fatal thing, time."
"Yao Ge'er and I haven't seen each other for six or seven years. In the beginning, we would chat about each other's recent situation, but in the past few years, whenever he called, I knew he wanted to borrow money."
"Here," the fat man pointed to his injured foot, "Just now, when I was gasping for breath in pain, Brother Yao was concentrating on trying to persuade me to agree to help him with the loan."
“The emotions between people are mutual, whether it’s family, friendship or love, and time is their biggest enemy.”
"Six or seven years is enough time to change a relationship. I no longer understand him, and he no longer understands me. When he realizes that I am no longer the 'friend' who gave him everything he wanted, that I can no longer provide him with enough benefits, and that we have no common topics, he will naturally stop contacting me."
The fat man looked at the very sad Bian Senlin and said to him, which was also what he said to himself in the past few years: "You may not be used to this yet, but I have long been accustomed to it. I don't want to waste my energy on maintaining an ATM-like friendship. It's meaningless."
"I don't care if there are still so many people around me. I just want to make my life more comfortable."
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