Chapter 188 Case closed, 'Don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door'

Time: 1989, June 24, Summer Pre-note: ['Ghost Knocking on the Door']

Evening, half past eight.

"Bang!"

"You bastard, if you dare tell anyone, I will kill you!"

"You'd better pretend you didn't see anything today."

In the summer of 1989, a boy was pushed against a tree.

"Bang!"

His back hit the tree hard, and before he fell to the ground, a hand grabbed his collar.

Then a ferocious yet childish face appeared before his eyes.

"You have a grandfather at home, right?!"

"Be careful, you dare to say that? When I get out, I will bring others to kill that old man together!"

After saying this, the man loosened his grip, and the boy, who had lost his strength, fell to the ground, his back leaning against the tree.

"Bah, you coward, look at your cowardly look!"

I stared blankly at the person in front of me who was cursing and leaving until his figure disappeared.

This is farmland in the countryside, with trees and crops on both sides of the road and a gravel road underfoot.

My name is Zhang Jiayu, a very delicate name. At this moment, I am slumped on the loess ground, with my back against a tree, looking up blankly at the stars in the sky.

After a while.

There was a rustling sound in the cornfield.

After a while, a ragged girl appeared. She was silent, with her head down, adjusting her clothes.

This is a cornfield.

This place is also called the green tent.

As for the woman, I didn’t know her. I had only met her twice at school.

I also know those three men.

They were the neighborhood hooligans, some of whom were his classmates, and they should look like the girl they reported to the hooligans.

The farmland was very quiet at night, with only the sound of crickets. There were a few graves nearby, which looked particularly peaceful.

The woman didn't look at Zhang Jiayu, whose face was bruised and swollen, and walked away silently.

Only Zhang Jiayu was still slumped on the road, staring blankly at the twinkling stars in the sky.

After a while.

I stood up, without anger or sadness, but just walked towards home silently and lonely.

My name is Zhang Jiayu. I have no parents. My mother left to take the college entrance examination and never came back. My father was an alcoholic and died of alcoholic liver disease.

The family owed a lot of money for medical treatment. In order to pay off the debt, my grandparents rode a tricycle to pick up garbage until they were hit by a car.

Grandma died on the spot.

Miraculously, grandpa was fine.

The driver fled. People who could afford cars in the 1980s were difficult to deal with, and there was no surveillance, so a life-threatening incident was left unresolved.

At this point, there are only two people in my file.

One is grandpa and the other is myself.

【I don’t understand what I did wrong to be like this.】

"What happened to your face?"

When I got home, my grandfather's thin, dark-skinned figure was standing at the door holding an oil lamp.

"I fell." I said.

Grandpa was silent for a moment, then turned around and said, "Be more careful next time."

The facilities at home are very simple.

Of course, the premise is that this can be considered a home.

There are leaks all around and the roof is leaking. It is more like a shaky shed than a home. If a strong wind comes, this home may fly away.

However, although life is poor, we should still look up.

Grandpa said: "When you have a promising future, I will be able to enjoy a happy life. By then, we will move to a bigger house, and we will eat meat and steamed buns every day."

Every time my grandfather said these words, I would lie on the bed with my eyes open, looking at the bright stars emerging from the gaps in the roof.

In fact, although my grandfather said it many times, I still didn’t understand.

Why haven’t I seen my parents since I opened my eyes?

Why, without parents, he must be bullied? Why, others always like him to crawl under their crotches? And why, from that day on, he never saw that girl again.

The girl I had met a few times disappeared and was no longer seen in the school.

I went to inquire about it, and the family members did not make a noise or call the police.

The other party chose to keep quiet because the girl's father felt it was shameful and embarrassing to call the police, so he withdrew the girl from school and asked her to stay at home and work.

I didn't understand and remained silent for a long time.

Maybe [I am wrong? ]

Later, my grandfather’s words echoed in my mind.

'Wait until you have something to show for yourself'

At that moment, I seemed to understand something.

Maybe if I have a promising future, it won't be like this? I know that if I want to have a promising future, the only way is to study.

However, I didn’t set my goal to go to college.

It's not cost-effective for me. School costs money and I don't even have the money to go to high school.

So, I turned my attention to technical secondary schools.

Since I had a goal, my monotonous life has changed a little.

Get up—pick up bottles—eat—go to school—wait for a while at the school gate—go home.

There are hooligans at the school gate.

I have no parents and only a grandfather, so I became a token of allegiance for a gangster named Zhang Wei.

So, I had another daily routine of getting beaten.

Of course, it will hurt at first.

Later, when I got used to it, I would run into the box and bury my head in the corner.

In this way, the gangsters' attacks will only hit the back, and after a few times, you won't feel the pain.

Occasionally I would get distracted and think about the girl's situation.

Once I looked at the other person from a distance.

The other person was working in the fields. His belly was unusually big, but he was holding a hoe and working in the fields. He was also a quiet person. Sometimes she seemed to see herself, but his eyes seemed to see nothing.

Later, I heard that she married an old bachelor, but I don’t know whether it is true or not.

After that, I didn’t see it anymore.

I see a different picture.

That was Grandpa kneeling in front of a few thugs who were 40 or 50 years younger than him.

The gangster was grinning, and the grandfather was uneasy, with a smile on his face, holding the potatoes he planted in his hands. After the potatoes were thrown away, he took out the money he earned from picking up bottles.

I was a little confused, my brain went blank. I wanted to move forward, but my legs wouldn't move. I wanted to leave, but my eyes couldn't move.

It wasn't until all the thugs left and my grandfather patted me on the back that I came to my senses.

Grandpa didn't say anything, and I didn't say anything either.

We both didn't mention this matter at the same time, just like usual.

But since this incident, I haven't been beaten for a long time.

It was not until later that the other party came when he had run out of money.

But by then I was used to it, and the school's acceptance letter arrived.

I still remember.

It was a scene where all the neighbors looked at my grandfather with envy on their faces.

It may sound ridiculous.

I only got into a technical secondary school, but I was a big name in the area. No one said anything even though I chose a major that no one was optimistic about.

That night, the neighbor, who was always stingy, came up with some gifts.

The words that came out of their mouths were completely opposite to what I overheard, as if they were trying to praise me to the sky.

But grandpa was very happy.

Speaking of which.

That night, for the first time in his life, he went out to buy some tofu and a pound of bulk liquor.

Grandpa smiled and said that I would have a bright future.

I said, let him enjoy his life in the future.

That night, I drank the first glass of wine in my life. After clinking glasses with my grandfather, I drank it all in one gulp.

Until the next day, grandpa died.

It was not alcohol that caused the death.

It is not a disease either.

Instead, life span has come to an end and death occurs naturally.

Grandpa seemed to be holding his breath.

For this reason, he can hold on.

In order to save face, he would even beg and curry favor with a few thugs.

As soon as the breath dissipates, the soul will dissipate with it.

Maybe no miracle happened to grandpa when he had the accident with grandma a few years ago.

He might have died in that car accident too, but it was delayed until now.

So, grandpa died.

"It's ridiculous."

"My grandfather hoped that my father would have a bright future since he was born. He worked hard. He said that as long as he worked hard, he would have money, live a good life and have hope."

"Unfortunately, Grandpa said the same thing until he died."

"But, Grandpa also said that."

“People should always look forward.”

He said he enjoyed his life and worked hard all his life.

But he never had a good life until his death.

The same question popped up in my mind again.

Is it my fault?

[If I could be a little older. If I could be more successful. If I could let grandpa eat a few more white flour buns]

I don't know if this is my fault.

Probably.

so.

I'm going to find a way to not make this mistake again.

So, I went to a technical secondary school.

The professional courses in technical secondary schools are very difficult.

Most of the majors in technical secondary schools in the 1980s were related to science and engineering, such as electronic products.

However, I have set my sights on an extremely niche and newly emerging major.

chef!

That is, the culinary profession.

During the years in technical secondary school, I made rapid progress.

I worked very hard to improve myself.

I am flattering, I am smooth, and my mouth is full of false and graceful flattery.

Finally, I was assigned to a place as I wished.

That's a factory.

Relying on my own tact and the certificates and academic qualifications I already had, it didn't take long for me to become a sous chef.

Also, because I am a good cook, both the leaders in this factory and the leaders of other factories like my cooking.

After that, whether it was entertaining people from above, discussing cooperation, or even packing meals for home, I cooked everything myself! Later, I quit this seemingly "iron rice bowl".

I had a wide network of contacts, and I said that in order to repay the leaders, they could come to my restaurant for free to eat, and I would treat them and prepare the meals myself, so the restaurant expanded very quickly.

This is an unimaginable speed!

In just six years, just a few years after I graduated, around the mid-1990s, my net worth soared to hundreds of thousands!

Even after 1995, my career reached a new high and my assets exceeded five million!

"I think."

“Perhaps, I have achieved something.”

"I accomplished what my grandfather said."

“But I still don’t know”

【Why did grandpa die? 】

[Why do I have no parents? Why do I have to go through all that? ]

[Is it because of the driver? It seems that without the driver, grandpa and grandma would also die on other roads, perhaps infected by rummaging through the trash cans, or perhaps starving to death.]

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[Or do you blame your mother who was an educated youth and returned home after taking the college entrance examination? ]

[There seems to be no reason for all the mistakes, I don’t understand. 】

[Even if I become someone that others admire, I still don’t understand. ]

【Who is wrong? 】

I can't think of this problem.

And in the meantime.

I also plucked up the courage and went back to find the girl I liked when I was a child.

I have a girl I like.

Who is this girl?

How beautiful is he?

I can't explain it, I really can't. If I have to put it into words, she is just a white cloud, blown by the breeze, stirring my heartstrings.

Her voice is very sweet, like a piece of honey that melts into my heart, and makes me feel nervous and stutter when she speaks.

Whenever I pass by someone's house, my instinct is always faster than my consciousness, and I will subconsciously look in the direction of her house.

Maybe this is what love is? What is the general feeling of love among young people? Green? Or shy? Is it vigorous or long-lasting?

Neither.

What young people like is inferiority.

At that time, I always kept my head down, because if I did that I wouldn't see other people's strange looks.

But once you lower your head, you'll see the shoes of the rest of the people.

The shiny shoes formed a sharp contrast with my tattered rubber shoes. At this time, I always hid my feet under the stool.

So. Actually, I haven’t seen the girl I like many times. I dare not look up or look at her.

What you don't get when you are young will haunt you for the rest of your life.

Until now.

I mustered up my courage, hesitated for a moment, and finally walked to the other party's door.

“Knock knock knock~”

Then there was a knock on the door.

A voice that seemed to be carving a mark on a boat in the long river of time and was imprinted in my mind for countless years emerged.

"Who is it?"

I thought for a moment, and just when I was about to say my name, the girl who opened the door looked at me, paused for a moment, and asked in surprise: "Zhang Jiayu?"

I paused.

For some reason, when these three words came out, I suddenly had an inexplicable feeling in my heart.

My lips moved for a while, and then formed two words. "It's me."

Looking back now.

That was a great time.

My career is developing and my social network is expanding. I keep my word and even though I am financially independent, I still cook for my former boss when he comes to visit me.

at the same time.

I went to find the girl I liked, and she liked me too.

On snowy days, we wore a scarf, listened to MP3s together, and made snowmen together.

I discussed the future with her, I shyly held her hand, and together we walked towards the beautiful future that grandpa talked about.

I no longer bow my head, I no longer look down at other people's shoes.

I raised my head and looked at the other person's face, his extremely gentle eyes.

Two shy and ignorant souls, as their eyes intertwined and gradually collided, the temperature generated warmed people's hearts and melted the snowflakes.

This period of time.

Even if it's just a recollection.

It also makes me sink into it, just like a sip of sweet wine, intoxicating my heart.

Until later, "something unexpected happened."

"That's when we talk about marriage."

"I built a new house for the wedding at the bride's home, which is in the village."

"Eight-man sedan chair, phoenix crown and bridal robe"

"I'm trying my best to make up for who I was ten years ago and fill the emptiness in my heart."

"But unfortunately"

That day.

7:30 in the evening.

Five figures quietly climbed over the wall. "Kneel down, kneel down, or I will kill her!"

"Hey, let me tell you, don't underestimate this guy. He and his grandfather once crawled through my crotch. In the end, he is just a coward."

"Give us two dollars to spend."

I stood in the room, looking at the five people in front of me, and a feeling of suffocation gradually squeezed my brain.

This is Wang Wei. He is the same as he was ten years ago. The difference is that he is no longer following the gangsters. Instead, he has become the gangster, with a ten-year-old follower beside him.

At this time, my wife was held hostage by five men. Her face was full of tears. I didn't know what was going on and her face was full of confusion.

As the knife went deeper, a streak of blood gradually appeared.

I knelt down slowly.

"Bang!"

Knee hits the ground.

"Hey, I told you, he's a wimp!"

"I heard you became a chef?"

"Go, cook two dishes for us, or I'll kill her!"

Wang Wei held a knife in his hand and took off his wife's clothes while threatening her.

My eyes instantly turned red and I clenched my fists unconsciously, but looking at the blood I couldn't swing my fist no matter what.

"good."

I said yes.

"Don't kill her. I beg you, don't kill her."

I didn't know how I stood up, and I didn't know how I left the bedroom.

I was in the kitchen, my mind was blank, my eyes were blank, and my hands were moving mechanically.

Opposite the kitchen is the bedroom.

I could clearly hear my wife's wailing, despair, and cries for help.

“Crack!”

The egg was crushed, my forehead was full of blue veins, my eyeballs were bulging, and bloodshot was wrapped around my eyes.

As the wailing reached my ears, the questions that I still had no answers to once again emerged in my mind.

"What went wrong?"

"What did I do wrong?"

I murmured, and my hands repeated mechanically as the sounds from the bedroom came.

"I am an orphan. My relatives died and I was bullied when I was young. The cost of a book became a mountain that crushed my future."

"I also want to take the college entrance examination, and I don't want to just be a cook, but my family has no money."

"No, at the beginning, the family was rich. Why would they lose all their money after saving for a lifetime?"

"I'm successful, I'm married, that's the girl I like."

"Why, why, why."

When I walked into the bedroom with the hot meal, I suddenly woke up and found a knife in my hand.

Looking at his wife in the bedroom, her eyes were dull, she was in a daze, and she looked like dead flesh.

I gripped the knife tightly.

“Swish!”

As a streak of blood appeared, a figure fell to the ground, looking at me in disbelief, eyes full of surprise.

The other four people, including the young Shen Fei, were stunned for a moment, and then scattered like birds and beasts.

"Bang!"

The door was closed and the four of them pressed against it tightly, in disbelief, not knowing what was going on.

A hand appeared under the door, as if trying to escape from inside.

The banging on the door became more and more violent.

The four of them continued to hold on tightly.

Until one person set the bedroom on fire.

The fire snakes were like tentacles, wrapping around me and burning me.

I was stabbed by the man who was struggling and was caught in the grip of death, but I had lost all consciousness.

I stood in the fire, my eyes fixed on the cat's, like a demon.

I remember all four of them.

I will always remember the appearance of these four people!

I will remember them in all my lives, even in the next life!!!

Accompanied by the engulfment of flames.

My eyes, which were not like human eyes, were engulfed in the flames.

December 10, 2003.

At night, half past ten.

“Knock, knock, knock!”

There was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?"

Wang Wei walked to the door and tried to look through the peephole to see someone, but the peephole was painted black and he couldn't see anything.

He pushed the door open, and there was nothing outside.

The knock on the door occurred for many days.

Wang Wei went from being angry at first to being confused, and then from being confused to being panicked.

He just felt that the knock on the door sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember where it was.

But every time I opened the door, there was no one outside.

Until one day, when Wang Wei looked at the blackened cat's eye, he discovered that the cat's eye was not painted black.

This is an eye.

He leaned against the cat's eye and stared at himself.

“Knock, knock, knock!”

When Wang Wei opened the door again, he saw a face.

A hideous, bloody, devil-like face.

He is coming.

(Ghost Knocking on the Door Case) [(Case Closed!)]

(End of this chapter)