"What's going on?" Shu Qiang walked through the crowd, arrived at the door, and asked an acquaintance beside him.
"Something happened to Uncle Lu Hui. He looked dazed all day yesterday and suddenly committed suicide this morning." The man pointed to the stretcher carried out from the securities house. The person on the stretcher was covered with white cloth and had lost his life. Signs of, "How pathetic..."
Shu Qiang stood there as if struck by lightning, unable to move.
The contents of the phone call last night suddenly appeared clearly in my mind.
"Aqiang, the stock you recommended me to buy last time...'
"Aqiang, you are so smart, can you help me think of a way...'
"Aqiang, Uncle Lu Hui is really bad as a person in this life...'
"Aqiang...Aqiang...Aqiang...'
Uncle Lu Hui's cry of despair was heard in Shu Qiang's mind, piercing his heart like needles.
He stared at the body covered by white cloth: there seemed to be a huge stone in his heart, weighing him down and almost suffocating him.
He began to breathe heavily, holding on to the wall to barely stand. Guilt hit him wave after wave like a tide, almost drowning him.
And the nightmare from six years ago emerged from the deepest part of my heart.
The father hung his weak shoulders and left with heavy steps, walking out of his life step by step.
That kind of despair, on the verge of collapse, almost defeated him!
Shuqiang suddenly knocked away the crowd, turned around and rushed out.
At midnight, Cheng Xiyin had just fallen asleep when he suddenly heard a thumping sound coming from the corridor outside the door.
She opened the door and found that the antique vase in the corridor had rolled onto the carpet, and Shu Qiang was sitting by the door, holding a can of beer in his hand.
Xiyin thought he had drunk too much, so she frowned and pushed him, "Why did you drink so much? Get up! Don't sit on the aisle."
"No." Shu Qiang shook off her hand and took another sip of beer, looking extremely depressed.
Xiyin bent down and looked at him.
He looked very uncomfortable, his hands were resting on his bent knees, his hair was messy, two buttons on his chest were missing, and he looked downcast.
Xiyin has never seen Shuqiang so depressed. He is always energetic and seems to have endless strength in his body.
She became worried, bent down in front of him, and reached out to lift his face.
"What's wrong with you?" she asked softly.
Shuqiang picked up his eyes and looked at her directly for a while, his dark eyes filled with sadness.
After a long while, he suddenly asked her: "Yinyin, tell me honestly, am I a very bad person?"
"Of course not," Xiyin asked in surprise, "Why do you ask that?"
"Because," he paused, taking a moment to continue, "I killed a man."
Xiyin was shocked and didn't know how to ask.
"I must be the worst person in the world. If I hadn't said that to Uncle Lu Hui before, if I hadn't slept so soundly last night, if I knew he was in trouble, I would have definitely helped him find a solution!
Why commit suicide? Life is so precious, why give up so easily? Is it possible to end everything by dying? Has he ever thought about his children? Can they still be happy in the future? damn it! Why do I sleep like a dead pig? ! "
He said a lot of words, then hit his head randomly and pulled his hair, looking so frustrated that Xiyin's heart tugged.
She held his hands, stared into his eyes, and said sincerely: "Don't be like this, Aqiang. You are not bad at all, you are the best! And you will definitely be happy in the future!"
Shuqiang looked directly into her clear eyes, his eyes slowly turning red.
He suddenly hugged her tightly and held her tightly in his arms.
Xiyin panicked and wanted to struggle, but she felt a warm flow moisten her shoulder and flow into her pajamas. "Aqiang..."
Her heart softened, and she stretched out her hands to hug his back.
He buried his head in her neck, absorbing her tenderness; she stroked his hair, as if comforting an injured child.
After a long time, Shuqiang suddenly felt a little ashamed. He actually hugged her and cried.
He raised his head and wanted to pull away, but his lips inadvertently brushed against her flower-like lips.
As if being struck by electricity, they were stunned together, looking into each other's eyes: their hearts were throbbing, and an invisible ambiguous breath spread in the air.
After being stunned for three seconds, Shuqiang couldn't help but kiss Xiyin's lips.
Her lips were soft and cool. The distance between them was so close that he could smell the faint fragrance of roses on her lips and feel her heartbeat like a deer in his breath.
Then Shuqiang finally understood. His eyes had been following her involuntarily. Sometimes he couldn't control himself and laughed at her. He knew that she was going to fly to Vienna and was upset... His awkward and weird moods were all because of He likes her.
He liked her, had liked her a long, long time ago.
"Yinyin..." He murmured her name, no longer satisfied with a feather-like kiss.
He was so excited that he couldn't control himself and kissed her deeply on the lips. His hands reached under the hem of her nightgown and stroked her smooth and silky back.
(End of chapter)