Chapter 133 I was so nervous that I couldn't breathe
Mr. Zai narrated:
At the time, I was running a factory in Shenzhen, and our products were selling well abroad. My brother helped me with production, and my sister with sales, so relatively speaking, I had it relatively easy.
One summer three years ago, I suddenly received a strange phone call. It was from my class belle, whom I hadn't spoken to in years. She said her company was on a trip to Hong Kong and Macau and was stopping in Shenzhen that day.
I was supposed to be on a business trip... but somehow, I agreed to treat her to dinner. After dinner, I suggested we go to her hotel. Of course, I wasn't shy about it. I had some feelings, because we were passionately in love in high school. Later, for some reason, we broke up and haven't seen each other since.
I'm not afraid of you laughing at me, but we both had a desire in our hearts, a tacit understanding. After we entered the room, we didn't say a word. We just kissed each other's tongues until they were numb. You can guess what happened next.
Just when we were..., there was a loud knock on the door. There was a lot of noise outside and we were panicked... I thought, this life is over, completely over.
Her colleague also lived on this floor. She was even more nervous than me, hiding under the covers in fear. I quickly got dressed. It was like a truck was hitting me head-on; my mind went blank.
It’s over, it’s over, it’s over…
The knocking suddenly stopped.
The silence at this moment was even more terrifying, like a huge black hole that sucked me in, making me unable to perceive anything outside. My breath was almost suffocating, and I pressed my ear against the door, listening quietly for the sounds outside.
Then I heard another knock and shout. But it wasn't our door; it seemed like they were knocking on the slanted door. I cautiously peered through the peephole and saw no one standing at our door, only figures pacing up and down the hallway.
Reason tells me that although I can't tell who these people are, are they police or are they here to catch a cheating couple, I can conclude that they are in the wrong room.
At this moment, the noise outside became louder, and she could hear many people pouring into the corridor. She quickly put on her clothes, and although she was terrified, she was calmer than before.
We just squatted on the floor, not daring to make a sound. After a while, I told her to wash her face, make her bed, and sit at the coffee table, pretending to chat.
It wasn't until more than ten minutes later that the noise in the corridor stopped and silence returned. During those ten minutes, I endured the most excruciating torture in the world. To feel like a year was nothing compared to feeling like a day. At that moment, I felt like every second felt like an hour.
I figured the only way to be safe was to leave this room quickly. I threw myself at it, not caring if anyone was in the hallway. I gestured to her to leave, and she, eager for me to leave, nodded frantically.
I pretended to be dignified, opened the door, walked down the hallway, and got off the elevator. When I was almost at the first-floor lobby, I took out my phone, pretended to answer a call, walked quickly out the door, got in my car, and drove to the hotel. After driving what seemed like three or four miles, I was trembling all over. I stopped by the roadside, hunched over the steering wheel, and gasped, as if I had just escaped from the gates of hell...
As he recounted this past event, his body still trembled. Even I felt like I had entered the situation, worried about his every step.
It wasn't until he let out a long breath that I came back to my senses. I gave him another cigarette and said soothingly, "Come on, have a smoke and calm yourself down."
We smoked together, puffing away clouds of smoke. It wasn't until I finished my cigarette and stubbed it out that I said, "From now on, you're disabled."
He nodded.
"You and your wife had a deep relationship and you loved her very much. It was just that you were confused and once you were possessed by the devil, you did something that hurt her. If it weren't for that shock, you would be alive and well."
"Yes, from then on, I was no longer a man. My wife couldn't stand it anymore, and she often accompanied me to seek medical treatment and buy various supplements. The more she cared about me, the more guilty I felt. Later, I became abnormal, arguing with her every day, without any reason, without needing any reason, I would lose my temper at the slightest provocation, until she thought I had a mental problem and could never go back to my old self, so she agreed to divorce me.
I gave her the house, the car, and a branch factory, and the child stayed with her. Then, I handed the factory over to my younger siblings. I bought an SUV and traveled every day.
A man in his prime, with his limbs disabled, could only become a monk. I had no interest in a life of solitude, so I drove while seeking medical advice. I consulted many renowned doctors, but none of their prescriptions worked.
I was about to leave this world when I received a call from my good friend Shao Youxiang. He didn't know what had happened to me, he only knew that I had changed and become a person without ambition. He told me on the phone that there was a fortune teller in his hometown who could help people out of their difficulties, so I drove thousands of miles to come here.
I poured out the water from the beaker, went to the bedroom, found some Chinese herbs, and boiled them again. As the tea brewed, I said, "Thank you for opening up and sharing your secrets, even before the doctor. Doctors really can't cure this, so I'll help you."
Suddenly, a strange light flashed in his eyes, as if a thunderclap from the sky, which made him almost pounce on me.
"Please sit down and have a cup of calming tea first. I'll explain my plan to you in detail."
I changed his cup to a larger one, filled it with "calming tea," and said, "Let's keep quiet. Wait until the tea cools down and you finish drinking it, then we can talk."
A strange aroma emanated from the teacup, filling the entire room.
A clear image emerged in my mind: a book, its clean cover bearing only two words: Psychotherapy. It was the autobiography of a foreign psychologist, and the story was similar to Mr. Zai's. He exiled his soul and redeemed himself through love and being loved.
Mr. Zai touched the teacup with his hand from time to time.
Time passes by minute by minute.
He tried taking a small sip, then another, and another, tilting his head back and drinking it all. In his opinion, this was a panacea.
I handed him a tissue. He smiled sheepishly and wiped the tea from his mouth.
At this time, I had to establish my authority and make him fully believe that I was a god. So I removed the wooden weight and unfolded the paper.
There was only one word on the paper: sex.
He looked at the word and was greatly surprised: "What is this?"
"I knew in advance that you were a man who had lost his sexuality."
"Why?"
"On the left is the character 'heart,' and on the right is the character 'life.' Appearance is determined by the heart, and your facial features indicate a loss of character. Your chin is large, becoming a double chin. You used to have a square face, but now it has become a bodhisattva chin. You strive to be a person without desires, but you can't.
Therefore, your eyes are not smiling, not loving, but worried, forming a face that looks like a Bodhisattva but is sad. This is the appearance of losing one's true nature. If you don't believe it, go look in the mirror.
He gave a wry smile and said, "You're absolutely right. My friends joked when they saw me that I looked more and more like a Bodhisattva."
I said in a low and mysterious voice: "There is only one way to save you!"
He opened his mouth in surprise and leaned forward...
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