Some people worry about their classmates’ changing voices during adolescence, but I haven’t.
Some people worry about their classmates playing basketball very well, so they are very popular with girls in school, but I am not very good at it, so should I choose another direction of interest, such as writing some poetry?
During his adolescence, Wang Weiya was worried about the livelihood of his wife and children. He became a father at the age of 17. Now he is 19 years old and has a 20-year-old wife and a 2-year-old son.
When he was a child, his father was irresponsible and would abandon him and his disabled mother for a few months at any time. At the most miserable time, he was so hungry that he searched the trash like a wild cat or a wild dog, and the cleanest bread he found would be shared with his mother first.
When he was four or five years old, his father came back and brought him a lot of food. He felt that he loved his father the most because he could eat his fill with his father, but he was always hungry with his mother. When he grew up, he realized that other people’s fathers were always with their mothers and children, and that a father who occasionally brought food back was not a good father.
For a few years, his father seemed to be in a particularly bad mood. If he stayed at home for more than a month, he would beat his mother. He didn’t beat him very often, only when he couldn’t control himself.
He felt that his father loved him more than his mother, and he even felt a little happy because of it. He might be the person his father loved most in the world.
When he grew up, he would feel angry and painful because of his naive and shameful delusions when he was young, and he wanted to bang his head against the wall to make himself sober.
He grew up like a pig crawling out of a quagmire, but he actually went to school for a few years, learned some words, understood some principles, and girls liked him.
When his girlfriend said she was pregnant, he decided to be a responsible father who would not disappear or beat or scold the child.
So when his girlfriend said she wanted to have a baby, he took responsibility, got engaged to her, took her to see a doctor, made money, and stayed up late with her to feed the baby at night.
His son grew up gradually, and he was as handsome as him, with round eyes as big as his wife's.
He wanted to give his children and wife a better life, but he was too young and didn't know how to do anything.
When he met his girlfriend, he dropped out of school and worked in a supermarket. Moving, sorting, etc. are all manual labor, anyone can do it, and you can't earn much money.
Now he is going to learn to drive. If he changes his career to become a driver, people say that he can buy his own car after working for a car dealer for a year. Others can even support two wives as truck drivers, but he thinks that supporting one wife and one son will definitely be better. He
was supposed to practice driving today, but his son's grandfather promised to take his son to play in the inflatable house today, but he regretted it because he had a temporary appointment to play mahjong.
He hated his father's selfishness and breaking his promise the most. He never wanted to be that kind of father, and he didn't want his children to grow up in lies like himself.
Besides, his son had wanted to play in the inflatable toy house that he had finally rented.
He took the thermos, the fruits and instant biscuits that his wife had washed, and helped his son put on his shoes, and then he was ready to go out.
"The typhoon has just left, and I heard that there will be other typhoons coming. It may rain in the next few days." His wife was very hesitant looking at the strong wind outside, "Why don't we go another day? Even if we have booked the inflatable house, we can still return it. I'll call the store owner to talk about it..."
"Since it's so windy, why did you agree to let my son and my dad play in the inflatable house today?" Wang Weiya frowned. He was very impatient to accompany the child to play, but his wife had to go to a cosmetics store for an interview today, so he had to go.
"It was your dad who insisted on taking Kunzai out to play today. How could I talk back to my elders? Why don't you just sever the father-son relationship with your dad?" Wang Zhang Shuyu's face changed immediately when she heard her husband complaining, and she said a little irritably:
"He broke his promise. What does it have
to do with me? Why are you shouting so loudly?" "Kunzai has been wanting to play in the inflatable house for two months, and you didn't have anything to do before. Why didn't you take him to play? When my dad asked him to take Kunzai to play, you were actually very happy to have half a day off, right? Now you blame others again?" Wang Weiya got angry and started to talk without thinking.
"What? I stay at home with Kunzai every day, just like being locked in a cage. Can't I take a break for a while? Wang Weiya? If Kunzai wants to play, I have to accompany him. I want to go out and relax. Spring has passed, and I haven't seen a single flower. I love going to the park, and I've only been in school for a few months! You don't have time to take care of the child, so why didn't you let me give birth to the child!"
"If you didn't want to give birth, would I want it? Do you know what you are saying?"
"So I'm the only one who wants it? You don't want it at all, right? You wish Kun didn't exist, so you can be free and happy, right? Do you also think I'm a burden to you? Wang Weiya!"
Wang Weiya frowned slightly, sighed and waved his hands, "Okay, okay, stop arguing. If you don't want to work, don't go to the interview. Let's go to the park today. Let's go."
After saying that, he took his son who had been standing by the side with a look of bewilderment, held him in his arms, turned around and went out.
As soon as he stepped outside, the wind instantly messed up the short hair of the father and son. Wang Weiya wiped the sweat off his son's forehead, opened his coat to hold his son, and then rode a motorcycle to the seaside park where he could rent an inflatable house.
Hong Kong people seem to be used to typhoon days. As long as it is not windy and rainy, they can still go out for a walk and play.
Especially when there is a child who can't sit still at home, unless there is a knife in the sky, you still have to take the child out for a walk.
Wang Wei-ya and his son were not the only ones in the not-so-big Sham Shui Po Seaside Park. When Wang Wei-ya dragged the inflatable house to the small trees by the sea and tied the four corners of the inflatable house to the tree trunks, Kun Zai immediately got into the inflatable house and soon started playing like crazy, forgetting the anxiety brought by his parents' quarrel.
Soon, the strange children playing nearby were also attracted. After Wang Wei-ya's permission, they excitedly got into the inflatable house and played with Kun Zai.
Wang Weiya, with food and drinks prepared for Kun Zai hanging around his neck, leaned against another tree not far away, stared at the inflatable house for a while, and then turned his eyes to the beach beside the grove.
Some young people were chasing the waves on the beach, running past with laughter.
Each of them had a carefree smile on their face, happy to the point of recklessness. No fatigue, no boredom, no pressure and anxiety...
He suddenly recalled his wife's words, 'You don't want a son at all, right? You wish Kun Zai didn't exist at all, right?'
If he didn't have a son, what would he be doing now?
Would he be as free as those young people? He is only 19 years old...
He suddenly remembered what some of his friends said, saying that his wife Ayu treats him like a little turtle, and Kunzai is the child of Ayu and a strange man outside. The strange man is unwilling to raise a child, so Ayu is taking advantage of him.
He scratched his head irritably, squatted down and sat against the tree, his eyelids heavy, and his heart was a little upset.
Recently, he has to learn to drive and work two jobs, so he has very little time to sleep. He really wants to sleep, he is so tired...
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On July 2, the typhoon did not sweep away the heat wave, but instead brought in suffocating hot weather. Citizens felt a tightness in their chests early in the morning. The air was filled with the fermented smell of garbage that had been discarded last night but not yet cleaned up, making their brains, which had just woken up from a dream, even more fuzzy.
Yawning, Gumber set up the newspaper stand, listlessly took the stacks of newspapers handed over by the chartered car driver, and placed them on the stand.
Passersby stopped to buy newspapers as usual, threw coins into Gumber's money box, and took the newspaper they must read every day.
Then he covered his face with his left hand, yawned and wiped his tears, and held the newspaper in front of his eyes with his right hand. He read the newspaper while walking on the alleys and paths that he had walked countless times. He did not bump into the telephone poles or the pedestrians. It was really a kind of supernatural power.
Today's newspaper finally had explosive social news again. The evil cells that had not been agitated for a long time became active again in such sultry weather.
The headline of the newspaper was written in bold:
[Biological father killed his son: toy inflatable house turned into a weapon! 】
The small print at the end adds:
【A young father surnamed Wang took his 2-year-old son to the beach to play in an inflatable house during a typhoon. He tore off the hemp rope that bound the inflatable house with his own hands. The inflatable house was blown into the sea by the strong wind, causing his 2-year-old son to drown. Another 5-year-old child who was also playing in the inflatable house was hospitalized with pneumonia...】
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West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit B has a new case.
Wang Wei-ya stayed in the police station for a night, just like when she was brought in, she just sat there stupidly without saying a word.
In the morning, Jia Yi threw the newspaper with the [Inflatable House Murder Case] on the table. After a brief communication with Yue Ge and the detectives of Unit B, she walked to the interrogation room with Tannen, an expert who was assigned to work with her on the case.
Wang Weiye was brought to trial again. He seemed to have not slept all night. His eyes were dark and bloodshot. He looked like a lifeless corpse with its soul taken away.
Sanfu and Liu Jiaming asked him until their mouths were dry, but they could not get Wang Weiye to say a word.
It was not until Sanfu pushed a newspaper with "Daily Photos of the Young Victim Kunzai with Blurred Eyes" in front of Wang Weiye that Wang Weiye's eyes moved.
He slowly pulled the newspaper over and read it with difficulty.
Jiayi stood outside the interrogation room and examined Wang Weiya's expression with Tannen, doing a psychological analysis of the uncooperative and silent suspect.
At a certain moment, Wang Weiya's expression actually overlapped with Jiajun's expression when he was asked why he spent so much time washing in the bathroom a few days ago.
Jiayi frowned and turned to Tannen, "Did you see Wang Weiya's expression just now... which seemed very sad?"
"Yes, I saw it." Tannen nodded.
"What do you think... that means?" Jiayi asked.
"..." Tannen turned his head to look at Jiayi, then cast his gaze at Wang Weiya, thought about it, and made several considerations before cautiously saying: "Maybe he felt despair." "
..." Jiayi.
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Hong Kong is changing with each passing day. Suddenly a skyscraper rises from the ground, suddenly a new trend sweeps the whole city, suddenly there are mobile phones, suddenly there are computers, suddenly wealth is accumulated...
It's too fast, Jiayi will be afraid, because she keeps looking forward and misses something important.
Jiajun's abnormality and Tannen's analysis make Jiayi's heart tremble.
In the morning, everyone still couldn't get any information from the suspect Wang Weiya. At noon, the detectives were going to have lunch together to talk about it. However, Jiayi took a leave with a heavy heart. She rushed home during the lunch break and went to the boys' room where the eldest brother and the younger brother lived to look for clues. The
room was still very clean. Because the eldest brother was busy with work, this room was always taken care of by Jiajun. The small desk was very tidy and almost spotless. The books were arranged according to height and color, and there were heavy traces of reading on them, which showed that Jiajun read them very seriously.
After sitting in front of the desk for a while, she felt that this was her brother's small space after all, and whatever was here was his **. Finally, she gave up the search and decided to have a good talk with Jiajun.
Her fingers moved across the small bookshelf, she turned around, and her eyes suddenly turned back and fell on a corner of a letter paper pressed by a small notebook under the bookshelf. After hesitating for a long time and struggling for a while, she finally pushed the notebook pressing on the letter paper. Then the two words at the top of the letter paper were revealed:
[Suicide Note].
Jiayi felt that her eyes went dark.
Was it campus violence?
Premature love and heartbreak?
Will adolescent troubles make people want to die?
What exactly is the trouble of the young Jiajun?