eurekapd Chapter 136 Accepting Fate
Chapter 136 Accepting Fate
"Kill me!"
"My life is meaningless!"
"Nothing is left! Everything is gone!"
"Come, beat me to death, come, beat me!!"
Brother Wang roared in a mournful voice, chasing the other person like a madman and sticking his head into the person's stomach.
The ruthless man kicked him away, spat, and was too lazy to bother with the madman.
Brother Wang sat up from the water with tears in his eyes. The net bag slipped out of his hand and floated on the water and was snatched away in an instant.
"Why! What did I do wrong?"
"Why did one, two, three abandon me!"
"Why was the position I worked so hard to climb to be replaced by just anyone?"
"Old Yang, are you still human? How many years have I followed you and how much have I done for you?"
"You said you'd abandon me and abandon me?"
"You had someone throw me out. I know what you mean. Don't you just want me to die?"
"Alright! I'm going to die! Even if I become a ghost I won't let you go!"
Brother Wang roared at the building, his expression showing despair, pain, and unwillingness.
He pounded his head with his fists.
Anjiu just watched quietly from a distance - he was too noisy and conspicuous now, so he would wait until no one was paying attention before going over.
But before Brother Wang could calm down, a tightly wrapped man walked out of the elevator, looked around, and headed straight towards him.
Song Haizhi?
Why is he here?
Anjiu noticed the iconic red mole under the other person's left eyebrow at a glance.
What is he doing out here?
At this time, Song Haizhi had already walked to Brother Wang's side.
Brother Wang looked exhausted and depressed. Even when someone was standing next to him, he did not raise his head to look at them, like a flower that was about to wither.
Until Song Haizhi called out his name.
He trembled all over, not sure if it was because of the cold or something else, but his voice was shaky.
"…Are you here to laugh at my joke?"
"No." Song Haizhi looked at him steadily, slowly raised his hand and placed it on his head.
Brother Wang’s shoulders shook and he started to cry.
Song Haizhi bent down, leaned close to his ear and whispered something.
Then he held out his hand.
Brother Wang’s eyes were red and swollen, and his look was confused, helpless, sad and desperate... In the end, all of it turned into dead silence.
As if completely surrendering his life, he placed his left hand on it.
Song Haizhi took him up.
The two of them walked one in front and one behind, step by step towards the deep water.
Anjiu followed closely behind.
The rain is rushing and the water is rippling.
At the junction of the gray water and sky, the two stood facing each other, seemingly very close, yet as if separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.
Anjiu stopped at a distance, already having an idea of what would happen next.
Brother Wang raised his head, spread his arms, and slowly hugged Song Haizhi.
Song Haizhi also tilted his head slightly, and after a moment of silence, he raised his hands and hugged him.
Happiness always disappears too quickly.
Maybe Anjiu just blinked a few more times, and then he saw Song Haizhi pressing down on his shoulders and sinking him to the bottom of the water.
Brother Wang didn't struggle and spit out a few big bubbles.
He has accepted his fate.
Song Haizhi kept looking down at the water.
Perhaps he was reminiscing, or perhaps he was just watching the god of death taking away a person's life.
But who is the god of death? His hand is like a scythe.
It rained harder.
It's time to fish, and everyone rushes into the building with their catch.
The sound of running water even masked the heavy rain.
Song Haizhi raised his head and looked over.
Unfocused, it was taken back empty.
Under the water, under his hands, the man finally stopped moving.
The nightmare was ended by his own hands.
Song Haizhi let go.
The familiar face slowly sank.
He will eventually surface again.
one day?
three days?
Or a week?
But he would never open his eyes again.
The rain was so heavy that he had to lower his head to see the road clearly.
It was so big that he didn't even look up when he passed by Anjiu.
Anjiu looked at the calm yet rippling water surface.
Brother Wang is dead.
But he still needs to do things.
For example, taking the blame.
Maybe it's not just her who needs it, many people need it.
……
Ji Zhenzhen was waiting for her at the elevator entrance.
When they met, she looked him up and down carefully before saying, "Where have you been? I've been looking for you for a long time. Is everything alright?"
Anjiu shook his head, "He ran to the other side."
Ji Zhenzhen handed over a net bag full of fish.
There were many people around, so she said in a low voice: "They all saw it, let's just carry it like this, don't do anything."
Anjiu understood what she meant and nodded.
Ji Zhenzhen added, "I will go home directly and will not visit grandma. Please say hello to grandma for me."
"it is good."
"Let's meet downstairs tomorrow."
"Row."
An Jiu usually doesn’t talk much, and Ji Zhenzhen didn’t think much about it at the moment, she just thought she was tired.
After exiting the elevator, the two went their separate ways.
Anjiu went home carrying the net bag.
When passing by next door, Pu Huai happened to go out.
Their eyes met.
Only a second later, Anjiu took it back and said politely, "Captain Pu."
"Tonight's training is still cancelled."
"Ok."
After a simple question and answer, the two passed each other.
Grandma heard their voices, and when Anjiu came into the room, her eyes glanced at her face inconspicuously.
I didn't notice anything unusual, which made me feel relieved.
When I looked at the fish in the net bag again, I felt even happier.
“Bringing back so many fish again!”
Anjiu put the net bag under the window, changed her wet clothes first, wiped off the water droplets on her body, and then put on the dry clothes that Ji Zhenzhen left for her.
She carried the wet clothes out of the house, walked to the empty room, and tried her best to wring out the water from the clothes.
Anyway, I have to go out fishing every day these days, so there is no need to wash it.
He hung the clothes on the stool, rubbed his hands with wine, rubbed the joints of his limbs, and patted his face. When his body was warm, he took over the job of killing fish from his grandmother and let her go and rest.
Grandma: "I've already had a day off, this isn't tiring!"
An Jiu: "I'm not tired either, let me do it. It's dark in the room and the blade is sharp, so don't cut your hands. If you really want to help, just help me hang the fish."
After a few days of hard work, the dry firewood was now covered with fish that had their internal organs cleaned.
"Wait until the sun comes out, dry it well, and then save it for winter."
Grandma had planned that the more food there was at home, the more at peace she would feel.
While Anjiu went out fishing these days, she was not idle at home. She made mud biscuits with the mud sterilized with boiling water, and baked them little by little until they were half dry every time she had the opportunity to light a fire.
Although it is not completely dry yet, they will not stick together when stacked together.
Anjiu cleared out the rice box and asked grandma to use it to store mud biscuits.
The room was damp, and the mud biscuits were stored in the space.
Now everything is ready, just waiting for the rain to stop and the sky to clear.
Since being able to go out, the environment on the 48th floor has become much more stable, and the residents have become more friendly because of the fish they have harvested.
By the time we had processed all the fish and cleaned the ground, it was already late at night.
She lay in bed, thoughts racing through her mind.