Intront

2014, November 7th, 1:00 p.m.

"Damn it! The line is broken again! What a shabby place!" Zhang Mu angrily grabbed the mouse and smashed it on the monitor, roaring hoaringly.

"What are you shouting, what are you shouting?" Zhang Mu's father rushed in from the outer room, glanced at his son, looked at the mess in the room, shook his head with disappointment and said, "Why did our Zhang family have such a useless waste like you? What else can you do in the past two years besides playing games online every day? To tell you the truth, I cut the network cable. You'd better find a job for me quickly! What does a 25-year-old man look like if he doesn't do business all day? Look in the mirror yourself. Do you still look like a person?

"Fuck, what's wrong with me playing games? I spend you five yuan and three meals every day, and I talk to my ears all day. Are you bored? Are you tired?" Zhang Mu jumped up, waved his fist and roared, "Don't worry about me! Don't you forget that you and I broke off the father-son relationship a year ago, and you can't control me now!"

"You, you... bastard, you..." Zhang Yunfei suddenly covered his heart and stepped back a few steps. When her mother heard the father and son quarreling, she hurried out of the kitchen. She looked at her crumbling husband and said anxiously, "Oh, Lao Zhang, Lao Zhang? Xiao Mu, it's not that you don't know that your father has a bad heart! Why are you still angry with him? Lao Zhang, are you all right?

"Who asked him to cut my network cable..." Zhang Mu's tone suddenly softened. He found that his father seemed to have a real heart attack. He quickly picked up his father to rest, grabbed the phone and called an ambulance.

Guangzhou Hospital, outside the emergency room, 3:37.

"Mom, don't cry. Dad must be fine. This is not the first time he has been ill." Zhang Mu sat next to his mother and felt quite uncomfortable.

After a while, the doctor came out, shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, we tried our best."

Death time, 3:37, Zhang Yunfei, heart attack, 50 years old.

When the five words 'we tried our best' popped out of the doctor's mouth, her mother collapsed in the corridor in front of her eyes. Zhang Mu only felt dizzy and staggered back to the chair. The face, which had lost color due to the long-term exposure to computer radiation, was twitching irregularly, so that he lost his short-term hearing.

"Quick, fast, this patient's family can't do it either." At the shout of the doctor, two nurses rushed over and carried their mother to the stretcher and sent her into the ward.

On the same day, at 4:17, her mother, Liu Yueru, died of cerebral hemorrhage due to the blow of her husband's death at the age of 46.

"Mom! "Dad!"

"Mom! "Dad!"

Zhang Mu knelt in front of his parents' bodies and cried. If a doctor hadn't dragged him away, Zhang Mu would probably have cried to death in the hospital.

On the same day, in the evening, 7:20.

Zhang Mu walked on Guangshi Street like a wandering soul, and the eyes of passers-by stabbed his heart like a knife. In just a few hours, he lost his parents, and he felt that he was about to collapse.

Zhang Mu sat by the roadside and took out his mobile phone blankly. He wanted to find someone to cry about his strange experience. He suddenly thought of a person, his ex-girlfriend, Deng Jie.

"Hey..." Zhang Mu said with a crying voice.

"Are you?" A woman's voice came from the opposite side.

"It's me, Zhang Mu."

"Uh, Amu, what's wrong with you? Why did you call me? The woman seems to be quite surprised.

"I, something happened to my family. Can I come out and talk to you? I feel so bad now."

"It's so late now. My boyfriend will come home from work soon. The food has been cooked for him. Maybe it's not convenient."

"Please, come out and talk to me. I'm really uncomfortable."

At this time, a man's voice came from the phone: "Little baby, your dearest husband is back. Hey, are you on the phone? I'm sorry, I was wrong.

"Amu, do you remember how I asked you to come out with me before? Sorry, I'm going to hang up."

"Xiaojie, Xiaojie!"

At night, at 9:45, Zhang Mu came to his former friend's door drunk, looked at the second floor, and shouted, "Fat man, fat man!"

"Papa." The window opened, and a round head stretched out from the room. His surname was Chen, Chen Xiaochao.

Chen Xiaochao frowned, looked at Zhang Mu, and said strangely, "Oh, isn't this the boss of the first group of heroes, the '72-winged angels'?"

"Open the door, I want to go in." Zhang Mu said drunkenly.

Chen Xiaochao said angrily, "Bullshit! What's wrong with you? We have been out of our relationship for a year and a half. Have you fucking forgotten?"

"I, no, I didn't forget. It was my fault at the beginning. I, I apologize to you... I was wrong. Open the door." Zhang Mu's body swayed, and finally slipped and fell on the road.

"You are fucking abnormal today. What happened to you?" Chen Xiaochao lay on the window sill and asked.

"Oh, ha ha ha, yes." Zhang Mu giggled and said, "My father is so angry with me. I and my mother are also dead. I called Xiaojie. No matter how I begged her, she didn't want to come out. Only you were left... Fatty, open the door and let me in."

Chen Xiaochao felt the serious surname of the matter, but his fat body did not move. He said in a low voice, "Amu, when Xiaojie knelt downstairs of your house and asked you to go out to see her, you seemed to ignore her, didn't you? In addition, I went to your house for three days to quarrel with my father for you. You kicked me out of the house because I moved your game account, so I was hit by my father with a motorcycle chain for two months. Do you remember? Do you have today, too?

"I'm wrong, I'm wrong, I know I'm wrong." Zhang Mu lay on the road with tears in the rain.

"Amu, for the sake of my best brother before, I will teach you a way to avoid pain forever." Chen Xiaochao said with a smile, "A selfish, cold-blooded and ruthless guy like you, why don't you die?"

"Death...? Yes, why didn't I think of it? Yes, you're so smart. I, I'm going to die!"

Guangli overpass, late at night, at 11:50, Zhang Mu, who had no relatives and friends, jumped and his light body crashed into the endless sea of cars at the age of 25.

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