Xie Jin never thought how lucky he was to survive. When everything he once had was frozen two years ago, he voluntarily disappeared from the public eye, choosing to bear the guilt and curse and shrink into his own shell. When he felt that he was about to lose his life, Ji Duan’s appearance was like a forcible shot of life. From the beginning of physical resistance to contact with others, to gradually getting used to Ji Duan’s existence, when Xie Jin realized that Ji Duan was about to face real death, he was in a hurry. — Ji Duan: Uncle Xie, should I call you brother? Xie Jin: …No, I’m not used to it. The white-haired Taoist who passed by gnawed on the cornbread as a snack, looked at the two of them swaying, and as a melon-eating crowd, Wen Liang couldn’t help complaining: “Do you know what netizens call you? Ji Liu Yongjin, Lao Ji give me a shot!”