Chapter 2 The beginning of the story
Likewise, it was also dusk.
"Let's break up."
The usually gentle voice on the phone was no longer there, replaced by the extremely dull and indifferent voice. These three words were as cold as the winter in Mohe, and were the so-called perfect end to his and her three-year relationship.
Luga, no, it’s Liu Ende, this is his original name. He was a young man who was buried in the big city before his rebirth, with a passion that had cooled down a bit.
"Xiaoya, listen to me, I will try my best. I will look for it tomorrow, maybe someone will accept me." He was unwilling to give up, even if there was only a slight chance of recovery, he would not give up. At present, the conflict between Liu Ende and Xiaoya is nothing more than this. At the age of marriage, a grown man has no car or house, and can't even find a stable job. Liu Ende often asks himself, is he a man? Why can't he give Xiaoya the life she wants? Whose fault is it, himself, or this extremely cold-blooded society! "Beep, beep, beep."
She was still so stubborn, and refused to give Liu Ende any chance to redeem herself. Indeed, she was unwilling to waste her best years of youth on an ordinary graduate who could not give her a stable future. The busy tone of the phone call echoed with Liu Ende's heartbeat, one by one. This was her answer. She finally let go. No matter how sweet the vows and gentle treatment were, they could not withstand the test of cruel reality. Her iron heart was like a beating weight, so what about Liu Ende? Liu Ende smiled bitterly, tears welling up in his eyes. He was so cowardly that he didn't even have the courage to let the tears flow, for fear of being laughed at by passers-by.
"Liu Ende, Liu Ende!" He began to sigh to himself. The fact that he was an unemployed young man who had graduated from college for three years and had done nothing was the best reflection of his status. Ende, Ende, was the name his parents gave him in the hope that he would be blessed by God. However, judging from the fact that he was constantly employed and unemployed, this was just the wishful thinking of the two old people. Liu Ende felt that he had really failed to live up to their expectations.
Liu Ende put his phone in his pocket. Before that, he deliberately turned up the ringtone to the highest setting, thinking, what if Xiaoya changed her mind? He must answer her call as soon as possible, and hear her cry and say, "Please don't leave! Let's start over."
How he wished the cell phone would ring again, but a long time passed, until the setting sun on the western horizon sank into the steel and concrete of the city, the sky turned dark, and along with it, the last spark of hope in his heart.
The wind started to blow, and the papers he was holding tightly between his fingers slipped out of his hands, letting the wind push them to fly freely at this intersection he had walked through many times. The papers were filled with his resume, and Liu Ende had placed his hopes on them, but he never thought that to others, they were just waste paper filled with words. In the end, the only value of this resume filled with his life was to let the interviewer in a suit take a look. How much he wanted to tell them that the paper was not the real Liu Ende, that Liu Ende could do many things, and all he wanted was a job, but would they listen? Would they pay attention to him? Liu Ende's appeal was nothing more than a harsh noise in their ears, which would only make the person who decided whether he would stay or go hate him even more. Liu Ende's cowardly heart chose silence, although silence would only make him more passive.
"Who is this?"
The "garbage" everywhere attracted the disgusted looks of the pedestrians around. They cursed inwardly and walked past him quickly, as if he was a plague god, and they wanted to stay away from him. Passersby responded with disgust, and more of them were indifferent. No one was obliged to comfort strangers, and everyone had their own troubles. Such a big city tolerantly accepted everyone's laughter and tears, but it did not respond to the joys, sorrows, anger and happiness of these "ants". In the end, it was up to people to digest it themselves. Liu Ende finally stopped holding back, and tears flowed from his eyes, drawing a crystal arc under the reflection of the neon lights, dripping on the asphalt road and disappearing.
The red light came on, and the vehicles on the wide road stopped in an orderly manner, leaving a zebra-crossed sidewalk for pedestrians. When the pedestrians waiting around him were almost on the other side, he wiped away the tears that were about to flow from the corners of his eyes and told himself, "It's okay, just go home and get some sleep!"
He smiled bitterly, thinking that God would not be so mean and cruel. He would try to wait for tomorrow. Tomorrow would definitely be better. Xiaoya might call him the moment he got home. How much he wanted her to smile and tell him that it was just a joke.
"It will definitely be like this, it will definitely be like this!"
Liu Ende's heart was rekindled with hope. Maybe? Three years of love, the vows of love, how could it be broken? Why, why did he still not give up at this time? Could love really make a person so humble? Liu Ende had only now realized it!
“Beep, beep, beep!”
The sudden honking made him shudder. He then realized that he was standing in the middle of the road because he was distracted. He turned his head and saw a BMW. He had no idea what model it was. It is said that men have two major hobbies, women and cars, but Liu Ende is not very interested in cars because he has no money. "Poor people have no hobbies!" He firmly believes this because he is like this.
"Hey! Get out! Do you want to die?"
The owner of the BMW that honked his horn stuck his head out of the car, pointed at Liu Ende with his left hand and cursed him. He then realized that he was standing on the sidewalk blocking the BMW driver's way. The BMW driver was justified in cursing because he drove a BMW. Liu Ende was willing to be cursed because he had nothing and even his girlfriend was extremely disappointed in him. What was the point of such a painless insult? Maybe Liu Ende was born humble, so he accepted his fate!
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
Liu Ende hurriedly bowed to him and apologized. He had been accustomed to being humble during the job search process and under the teachings of his parents in life, and now he really couldn't straighten his back.
"Then why are you still standing there like an idiot? Get out of here!"
Liu Ende's apology did not receive the BMW owner's understanding. He kept cursing and talking incessantly. Liu Ende hurriedly made way for him, hoping that this would make him curse less.
"I really met an idiot today!"
The BMW started up again, and before he had time to close the window, this sentence reached Liu Ende's ears. Liu Ende also saw him staring at him and raised his middle finger at him. It was a shame, Liu Ende just watched the BMW go away until it disappeared in the group of flashing red taillights in front.
"If I could also drive a BMW, then Xiaoya would definitely not leave me. But I don't have that ability." Looking at the BMW going away, Liu Ende laughed at himself and stood in the middle of the road quietly waiting for the red light to come on again.
The home is in a small civilian area not far away. You have to pass through a busy city in the middle. It existed when there were no tall buildings around. Mom and Dad often brought Liu Ende here. The adults always said that this food was unhygienic, but the little boy could not resist the temptation of delicious food and often ate until he had a stomachache. Later, after getting to know Xiaoya, Liu Ende no longer accompanied his parents but often brought Xiaoya here. They walked hand in hand through different stalls and ate the delicious food made by the vendors together. Even if they had diarrhea and rushed to the toilet together, they were both very happy. But such scenes may no longer appear.
Even before he entered the venue, just passing by the door, the aroma inside and the noise of the crowd made Liu Ende's stomach growl. He touched the few crumpled bills in his pocket and finally stopped moving forward.
"Sorry, tummy, let's go home!"
Liu Ende rubbed his protesting belly, shook his head while enduring the hunger, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and ran forward, diving into the deserted alleys, until he was away from the hustle and bustle of the city and until he could no longer smell that tempting aroma in his nostrils.
"Freed."
He smiled bitterly, tears falling like beads from a broken string, but he was grinning, as if he had done a great deed, saving himself from the clutches of delicious food. But now he was gasping for breath, should he be thankful? Or hate himself even more? "Ah!!!"
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A woman's scream startled Liu Ende so much that he held his breath. He realized that the situation was not good, and immediately looked up and looked around alertly. There was no one in the place.
"Please, don't hurt me!"
In the darkness, a woman's trembling and crying voice was heard.
Robbery!
This word immediately flashed through Liu Ende's mind, and he became nervous in an instant. It was obvious that the sound came from the front. He crouched down, pressed against the wall, and slowly walked towards the woman's sobbing. Soon, he came to a corner, where the woman's crying became clearer and clearer. He also heard another person's voice. He poked his head out slightly and saw two men with their backs to Liu Ende.
"Quick! Be quiet! Where is your wallet?"
A man was rummaging through a briefcase.
The woman just cried and didn't answer his question. She must be terrified.
"Hey, didn't you hear me asking you a question?"
The man holding the knife next to her was obviously impatient. He slapped the woman's face with the blade of the knife, making a crisp slapping sound, and said in a threatening tone: "If you don't tell the truth honestly, I will carve a little animal you like on your pretty face!"
"Please, don't hurt me!"
Liu Ende vaguely saw the woman between the shoulders of the two men. She had fair skin and was crying like a tearful person, but the light was too dim and Liu Ende could not see the faces of the two robbers clearly.
(End of this chapter)