Counterfeit Hero

First, Fatty went to the neighborhood trust department to cancel his family’s trust, and took back the house key.

The taxi soon arrived at the corner of Street 919. He got off with his bag and walked east for two hundred meters, arriving at the entrance of the community.

Tian Xingjian stood at the entrance of the community, feeling sentimental. This was a medium-sized residential area; he was born and grew up here. Coming back, his emotions were inevitably mixed.

As soon as he walked through the community gate, an old man approached. The old man glanced at Fatty, didn’t recognize him at first, but then turned back and stared at Fatty closely.

Finally, the old man suddenly realized, pointed at Fatty and became so excited that he couldn’t speak. Just when it looked like he might have a heart attack and stop breathing, he suddenly dashed into the community like a revived statue, shouting as he ran, "Fatty is back! Fatty is back!"

Fatty’s eyes welled up with tears. These were the old neighbors who had watched him grow up, treating him like their own son since he was little...

The last thing he heard was the old man’s piercing shout, "Everyone with daughters! Don’t get in the shower!"

Then there were countless sounds of doors closing, and the entire community... became quiet. It was all white, not a soul in sight, just a single leaf drifting in front of Fatty.

Fatty’s face was soaked with tears; his reputation was ruined...

Tian Xingjian grew up here, like a little weasel living in a chicken coop, shameless and despicable. He knew exactly which families had pretty daughters, and whenever one took a shower, this scoundrel would surely peep. No matter how tight the security, he had his ways, always tinkering with mechanical and electronic gadgets, drilling holes in walls, eavesdropping, and peeping. He used every trick in the book.