There were wine bottles all over the floor. It looked like he had tried to numb himself with alcohol.
Unfortunately, no one knows that the more miserable a person is, the harder it is to get drunk. Not only can they not get drunk, but they will also suffer even more. The turmoil in their heart, coupled with the discomfort in their heart, makes people feel like they can neither live nor die.
"Qianqian, I'm sorry, I—I—"
He finally held back his tears, looking at Qianqian's photo. He could not find any more appropriate words except to say sorry.
He had completely forgotten his responsibilities and completely forgotten Shumei. In his eyes and mind, there was only Qianqian. For him, tonight was likely to be another sleepless night of tossing and turning.
Shumei lay on the window, staring at the ceiling in a daze. For her, tonight was another sleepless night of tossing and turning.
Although she was conflicted, she was more worried about Boyi, afraid that he would not be able to hold on and would go to extremes.
The night was still so quiet that you could hear the crickets fighting.
The next morning, just as it was getting light, Shumei woke up her two children.
She planned to take Youchen and Shuangning to Wen Dazui's place, but she was still worried about Boyi and wanted to go to the town to bring him back.
But when she arrived at the storage room, the scene before her surprised her.
Boyi's cheeks were flushed as he lay at the door of the storage room, his hair disheveled and his face unkempt, like a beggar.
It was still early, Wen Dazui hadn't gotten up yet, and the door to the storage room was still closed.
The two children were sleepy and kept complaining to Shumei all the way, asking why she had woken them up so early.
In this cold winter, not only the children, but even the crowing roosters are still sleeping soundly in the chicken coop.
But when they saw Boyi lying at the door of the storage room, the two children became excited. Before Shumei could react, the two children rushed to Boyi.
"Dad, Dad, Dad, why are you sleeping on the floor? Wake up."
"Uncle Boyi, Uncle Boyi, the ground is so cold! Get up quickly."
The two children squatted in front of Boyi and shook him desperately while he was sleeping.
He was not made of iron, and he finally couldn't hold on any longer. The severe fatigue of his body forced him to fall asleep.
Last night in the middle of the night, he suddenly remembered to leave the phone number of Wen Dazui's home at the police station. He thought he still had to wait for a call from the police, so he rushed back to the village overnight.
After entering the village, he didn't go anywhere and went straight to Wen Dazui's storage room.
It was late at night and the door of the storage room was locked. He wanted to knock on the door, but he had just come from a long journey and no longer had the strength to do so.
He rolled off his bicycle, fell heavily to the ground, and fell asleep.
Shumei finally came to her senses, walked over quickly, helped Boyi up from the ground, and helped him sit on the stone bench at the door of the storage room.
"Dad, Dad, what's wrong with you?"
Little Youchen was still calling Boyi non-stop.
Boyi then slowly opened his hazy eyes and glanced at Xiao Youchen, Xiao Shuangning, and Shumei who looked worried.
"It's you guys! I thought it was the Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Demons!"
He said weakly, turning his face to the door of the storage room. Looking at the locked door, he stumbled to the door anxiously and slammed the wooden door of the storage room.
"Open the door, open the door, there's a call for me."
At this moment, Boyi has become a little mentally ill because of Qianqian's death.
His mind was full of the phone, and he seemed to hear it ringing in his dreams. His spirit was broken, and he seemed to be escaping, but also not.
When Shumei saw him like this, tears immediately filled her eyes. She stood there in a daze, not knowing how to help Boyi.
The loud knock on the door woke up Wen Dazui who was still sleeping. She hurriedly put on her clothes and went to open the door.
As soon as the door opened, Boyi rushed in like crazy, grabbed the phone on the table and started yelling "Hello, hello, hello".
"Hey, hey, hey! Speak! Why aren't you talking? Are you all mute?"
The call was clearly not connected. Seeing Boyi's unusual reaction, Wen Dazui frowned and looked at Shumei. She wanted to get an explanation from Shumei.
Shumei was still completely bewildered at the moment—she had no idea what to do. How could she explain this to her?
The two children stayed beside Boyi, looking at him with puzzled eyes. They were also puzzled. Why didn't the phone ring?
"Dad, what's wrong with you? The phone isn't ringing! Who are you talking to?"
"No sound?"
Boyi looked at the microphone and asked Xiao Youchen.
"Yeah, there was no sound! I didn't even hear it!"
Boyi was a little disappointed. He put the phone back on the landline and sat on the stool beside the table, staring at the phone intently, as if he was afraid to miss the call.
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