Shiyu Zhongyi lay in his hospital bed, with a book titled "King of Humor" placed by his pillow. Just five minutes ago, he had been reading this book brought by a nurse, but now, five minutes later, he was no longer reading; instead, he was pondering a message he had just received.
"Hello, Zhongyi,
I am one of your uncles. Some time ago, you helped me greatly. (Now, you might not remember this.) My work keeps me very busy, and I'm afraid I don't have much time to look after you. I had wanted to offer you some help, but I see you are doing well now, and my help might only bring you trouble... Therefore, I can only offer you some words of advice, and I hope you won't mind.
I am delighted to see you start a new life. I hope you make more friends, get along well with your family, and do things that might not be very meaningful, but are enough to make you happy...
Wish you happiness."
