He stared at his wife in disbelief: "Why? We've already paid off the mortgage and car loan, and life will be better. Are you kidding me?"
"Are you kidding me? Ask yourself! We've been married for so many years, what kind of life have I been living?" The wife's voice was full of grievance and anger.
“What kind of day is this? You don’t go to work, you don’t take care of the kids, and we try our best to satisfy your every need. Isn’t that enough?” His voice was full of disappointment.
"Not enough!" His wife's heartless words were like a cold knife, piercing his heart.
"Why do others receive the 'first cup of milk tea of autumn' but I don't? Why do others get a new house when they get married, but I have to take out a loan to buy a house with you? Why do others get a diamond ring when they get married, but I have nothing?... I've had enough of this life, I don't want to stay in this house for another second!" the wife shouted hysterically.
“…”
He fell silent, having thought that as long as he worked hard to earn money and meet his wife's needs, he could maintain the marriage.
In retrospect, this marriage was a mistake from the very beginning.
"Then as you wish, let's get a divorce!"
Everything has passed like this, and Liu Feng feels that this is good. He will save money to raise his children and support his parents from now on.
However, his migraines became increasingly severe.
When he went to a large hospital, the doctor reviewed his medical records and said he was at a loss.
Unwilling to give up, he went to two more hospitals, but received the same result.
In desperation, Liu Feng relied on expensive biological agents to alleviate his pain.
Each vial of this medicine costs 600 yuan, and he gritted his teeth and bought ten vials. Today, however, he used up the last vial.
What night is it tonight?
Liu Feng came to the bridge, quietly closed his eyes, and let the cool breeze caress his face, taking away his fatigue and pain.
At this moment, he felt an unusual calm, as if he had already accepted life and death. Perhaps, leaving this world really is a kind of liberation.
He picked up a heavy stone and jumped into the river.
Only a small splash appeared on the river surface, and it was instantly submerged by the churning water.
His figure disappeared into the darkness, leaving only the sound of the wind on the bridge and the murmuring of the river...
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