These words seemed to have used up all of Shi Meng's strength, almost as if they were roared out of his throat.
"What's the point of my life anymore, sob sob..."
After saying this, Shi Meng buried his head deep in his knees and let out a suppressed sob.
At this moment, the man's cries were like a dull knife, cutting into the hearts of every passerby around him.
There are no intense dramatic conflicts, only the cruel reality of dignity being crushed bit by bit by the heavy burden of life.
Five years of hardship in Beijing, the ruthless exploitation in the workplace, the cruel betrayal in love, the invisible pressure from family...
All these seemingly ordinary "disappointments" piled up and became the last straw that broke the camel's back.
The surroundings became quiet.
The passersby who had previously tried to persuade them fell silent, and several sentimental women quietly wiped away tears.
The taxi driver sighed and shook his head.
Who can guarantee they'll never encounter such a low point?
The despair of being cornered by life and feeling like the whole world is against you is enough to devour anyone's sanity.
Mo Zixue gripped Wang Yueheng's arm tightly, her eyes reddening as she listened to Shi Meng's sobs.
Although she came from a wealthy family, one could still sense the heavy sense of helplessness and struggle that belonged to ordinary people.
Looking at the man sprawled on the ground, his body trembling with sobs, Wang Yueheng felt a mix of emotions.
He seemed to see countless "Shi Mengs" in this world struggling to make a living.
They may be ordinary, or they may be down on their luck.
But none of them should be summed up by a mere "fragile".
In the distance, the urgent sirens of police cars and ambulances could finally be heard.
Approaching from afar, it broke the suffocating atmosphere of sorrow.
"Dude, the car's here."
"Go to the hospital first, get a good night's sleep, and we can talk about everything else when it's light."
Wang Yueheng, who had been holding onto the other person, patted Shi Meng's still trembling shoulder. His voice was not loud but unusually clear.
But I felt the same way.
Without the system, without that series of fateful turning points.
Is it possible for me to end up like Shi Meng?
In some corner, overwhelmed by the pressures of life, someone jumped from a high place...
He knew that there were many people like Shi Meng in the world.
Not everyone is as lucky as me to unexpectedly obtain the system.
Most people reach the end of their lives amidst such busy or muddled pressure.
All Wang Yueheng can do is try his best to bring courage and encouragement to the world through his songs.
Shi Meng did not respond to Wang Yueheng's persuasion; his crying gradually turned into silent sobs.
He allowed the arriving medical staff and police to help him up and take him away from the bridge that had almost become the end of his life.
While the police were maintaining order and questioning taxi drivers and passersby about the specific situation, they took advantage of the moment.
Not wanting to reveal his identity, Wang Yueheng tugged at Mo Zixue's hand.
The two quietly slipped away from the crowd.
Walking again on the bustling streets, glittering with neon lights.
Shi Meng's desperate cries still seemed to echo in Wang Yueheng's ears.
This made him feel somewhat heavy-hearted.
This is the city where he has now established himself and even gained considerable fame.
For countless "Beijing drifters" like Shi Meng, it remains just as cold and cruel.
Behind the glamorous facade lies a great deal of untold hardship and struggle.
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