Luggage Syndrome

As early as Feng Wenxuan left, Fu Lang discovered that people seemed more willing to get to know a dead person than a living person.

When people are alive, no matter how much they seek attention, they often get nothing but chilling indifference.

When people die, people seem to want to prove that there has never been neglect in the past, using their little knowledge to piece together the person they have neglected.

In the end, they reluctantly handed in the answer sheet, as if they had passed the moral test. They were about to breathe a sigh of relief, but then realized that something was wrong, and bluntly turned it into a sigh.

Fu Jianliang's funeral silently put an end to the last concerns of relatives and friends.

But the disaster of the Fu family really started at this moment.

Just after Fu Jianliang's first seven days, a phone call severely crushed this crumbling family.

An unfamiliar female voice sounded politely:

"Hello, is this Ms. Wu Yue?"

"Yes."

"Is Mr. Fu Jianliang your husband?"

"Yes, who are you?"

"This is the Credit Card Center of City H Bank, is Mr. Fu by your side?"

"He's gone."

Hearing her answer, the strange woman's voice gradually became colder:

"So is there any way you can reach him? His phone is off."

"He's gone...he's dead."

"Oh, is it real death or fake death?"

"What do you mean by that?!"

"The credit card under Fu Jianliang's name is in arrears. It has not been repaid this month, and it is overdue now. Please tell him that there will be liquidated damages if it is overdue."

"They say he's gone! He... how much does he owe?"

"This issue involves the customer's personal privacy. The specific amount owed can only be checked with his ID card. If he is really dead, please bring the inquiry letter issued by the notary office to check."

After the woman on the other end of the phone finished speaking mechanically, she slowed down and said:

"Ms. Wu, no matter what the reason is, if Mr. Fu is unable to repay, these arrears are joint debts of both husband and wife, and you are obliged to pay them for him."

"But I... don't know it at all! This is a loan from his company!"

"The loans under Mr. Fu's name are in the name of personal loans such as decoration loans and car loans, and your house is used as collateral. Therefore, you have no way to prove that the money is not used for the common life of your husband and wife."

"why is it like this--"

"If you can't repay it on time, the bank will sue you according to the law, freeze your property forcibly, auction off the mortgaged house, and it will be recorded in the credit investigation system at that time. Your travel may even be restricted. I hope you will be mentally prepared. Prepare."

After the strange woman finished speaking coldly, seeing that Wu Yue was still silent, her tone returned to the original hypocritical gentleness:

"I'm very sorry to disturb you in your busy schedule. If you have any questions, please call our customer service hotline..."

For more than half a year when Fu Jianliang's company invested a large amount of money in real estate and was frozen due to a lawsuit, he barely maintained the company's turnover with deposits and loans. Can spend time with him.Just when Fu Jianliang was desperate and wanted to give up, he finally received a summons from the court.

Unwilling, he used all his connections to raise hundreds of thousands more, but he didn't expect that he would not be able to wait for the lawsuit after all.

The partners have long since given up hope for the lawsuit, so they have always disapproved of Fu Jianliang's approach.Now that Fu Jianliang is gone, he actually took advantage of the situation to rob, filled his own pockets, messed up the company's accounts, and disappeared.

Afterwards, when Wu Yue was reminded by his relatives to check the accounts, none of the company's employees were really Fu Jianliang's cronies.Nowadays, people take tea to cool down, and no one is willing to verify the authenticity of the accounts.

To make matters worse, that phone call was not the only one.That debt, and not the only one, is owed.

Fu Jianliang seemed to be thinking about breaking the boat. The credit cards on hand could be overdrafted and loans could be borrowed. He also borrowed a lot from relatives and friends. After the funeral, the creditors came to the door one after another.

Every day when the phone rings and the doorbell rings, Wu Yue is frightened.

Since receiving that phone call, Fu Lang has been running around with Wu Yue, sorting out Fu Jianliang's legacy.

That was the trace that Fu Jianliang had devoted his whole life to the world.

However, every time he went to another place and saw one more person, Fu Lang's heart became colder.

Everyone said that what Fu Jianliang committed in the end was an irreparable mistake.

What Fu Jianliang left behind was endless debts.

What was taken away was the pillar of a family.

Wu Yue is a full-time housewife, Fu Lang has only worked for a year, and his meager savings are not enough to repay this huge debt.

The two were devastated, and finally Wu Yue made up his mind to sell the house before it was auctioned by the bank.

Housing prices in a small county town are not high, but Fu Lang's house has three bedrooms and two living rooms.The remaining part is the debts of relatives and friends. These creditors saw that the Fu family was ruined and had nothing left, so they asked Fu Lang to re-issue the IOU, signed it and put his fingerprints on it, promising that he would pay it back in the future, and they were no longer aggressive.

Wu Yue breathed a sigh of relief, and sent them downstairs with trepidation.

Fu Lang stood alone in the middle of the spacious living room, and the room was surprisingly quiet.

There are no relatives and friends who come to condolences, no creditors, and no mother.

No father either.

Fu Lang lowered his head, and in his blurred vision, he saw his fingers were bright red. He wiped vigorously, but failed to wipe off the traces like curse marks.

He rubbed his eyes, raised his head, and slowly stared at the home he was familiar with.

This home is full of his memories of his father.

Even if he couldn't recall Fu Jianliang's appearance when he was young, he still remembered that he once sat on a broad shoulder and reached out to touch the pendant hanging from the chandelier above his head.

The small coffee table by the door was his favorite place to study when he was a child.Because whenever there is a crisp sound of keys colliding at the door, he can jump up, rush to the door as fast as possible, and open the door before his father opens it, appreciating the surprised expression of the other party with satisfaction, and then laughing , was embraced by his father.

His eyes scanned every corner of the room very slowly, as if he wanted to engrave them into his soul.

Half-packed luggage and cardboard boxes were scattered on the floor, Fu Lang slowly walked around them and moved to the dining table.

It was a dark brown sandalwood square table.

Fu Lang's hand gently stroked the older table.

It stood there securely before he was born.It has witnessed the laughter of the past and the grief of the present.

Its lines are still clear, but the color is getting darker day by day, and it will shake slightly with a little force.

Even so, this is still the place where he communicated with his father most face-to-face.

It is the place most like home.

It is also where my father left.

There was a sharp pain in his chest.

If only he was there.

These days, this thought has occupied his mind countless times.

If, he showed up when his father needed him.

Even if it's just once.

Maybe everything is different.

Fu Lang's footsteps moved slowly, and finally stopped at the door of his room.

There were many barely noticeable scratches on the light brown wooden door frame.

They started at Fu Lang's knee height and continued upwards.

He squatted down slowly, stretched out his hand, and stroked the scratch at the bottom.

He still remembered that a long, long time ago, he used to stand in this place nervously and excitedly, looking up at the big hands pressing on his head.

The nails of those hands were neatly trimmed, and they would carefully gesticulate on the door frame for a long time before carefully carving a horizontal line, and then gently rubbing his head.

Fu Lang caressed carefully one by one.

The polishing of the years has made those traces no longer prickly, shallow, but cannot be easily erased.

Even slowly, those big hands stopped touching his head, and the scratches still remained there quietly.

However, no matter how he recalled, he couldn't remember the touch of those hands.

Fu Lang fell to his knees powerlessly, and slammed his head heavily on the door frame.There was redness on his forehead, but he didn't feel the pain at all. Instead, he raised his head and slammed his head against the door frame again.

one more time.

After a long time, he stood up.

The last horizontal line on the wooden frame was no more than his shoulder height.

When Wu Yue stood on tiptoe and couldn't see the top of his head, the horizontal line could no longer be drawn.

Maybe the last time when his mother carved the horizontal line on the top of his head, he still expected someone to help him continue to draw it.

But, from now on, no more.

The one who ruined all of this was himself.

Fu Lang bit his lip tightly, and the smell of blood gradually filled his mouth.

With red eyes, he picked up the paper cutter that had been thrown aside when he was packing, and slowly raised it to the side of his neck.

After a long time, the sharp paper knife was lifted above the head, deeply carving the last mark on the door frame.