"I'm Zheng Ren. "
"Uncle Zheng, how are you?" Shi Jian reached out his hand.
His hand was a little pale and thin. His veins were green under his skin, but they did not bulge under his thin skin. It was like moss trying to grow in the cracks of rocks, unable to grow into a towering tree no matter what.
His muscles had shrunk, and he was so thin that his bones could be seen.
"Call me big brother." Zheng Ren said to Shi Jian with a smile.
"You're so old ..."
"Call me big brother."
"Brother Zheng, Hello."
"That's right. " Zheng Ren was very happy and shook hands with Shi Jian seriously.
When their hands touched, Zheng Ren could feel that his skin temperature was very low and his pulse was very fast.
He was in a bad physical condition and had a terminal illness. He estimated that he had less than a month to live.
"Shi Jian ..." He said.