i gave myself away

"Lawyer Shi Mo beat up the client on the spot"

The following posts are almost one-sided towards the Li family.When Shi Mo saw this post last time, it had less than a hundred pages. Now the post has reached thousands of pages, and it is firmly posted on the homepage. It has also been scolded on Weibo, causing a commotion.

The content was unsightly, swearing and insulting, and Shi Mo felt like a sinner who was crucified and accepted the anger of the crowd.

He didn't have the courage to face it, so he hastily closed the browser and turned off the computer.

However, those terrible words were like curses, they kept drilling into his mind, row by row, row by row, shockingly listed, so clear that he could clearly see the ridicule and doubt in each sentence.

Some people called him to get out of the legal profession, some called the public security department to detain him, some called the society to reject him...

He was at a loss like a child who didn't know the world, and he didn't know how to face it. He even forgot that he had the most powerful audio and video evidence to clarify his innocence.

He stumbled and ran out of the house with his suit in his arms. Instead of looking for second-hand markets, he pawned it directly in exchange for meager money.

This is the closest pawnshop to my home. The clerk is stingy and cares about even the slightest flaws in the clothes. He pressed the calculator for a long time and deleted it several times before he settled on a figure of 15 yuan.

Shi Mo didn't know the value of the clothes and buttons, so he hurriedly checked the price of two-carat diamonds on the Internet, and then calculated the pawn fee. The 10 yuan was about the same as the expected price. After some haggling, the final transaction price was 20 yuan.

Watching reluctantly as the clerk put the suit backstage, he walked out of the pawn shop with a bag of money.

Today is December 12, and in three hours he will be able to usher in a brand new year, wash away the dirt and dust of this year, and the next year will be blessed with auspicious stars and good luck.

Looking at the money bag in his hand, he felt more at ease than ever before. With this money, he could repay the 10 yuan owed, eat a meal of beef, and spend the gap period without work.After a long time, when the turmoil passes, he will be able to start a new life and enjoy it.

However, the sky is always so cruel. Just when the clouds and mist were about to be cleared to see the sun, the sun was suddenly covered by black clouds, thunder and lightning, and heavy rain...

whoosh-

A modified motorcycle flew past him, and as soon as he let go of his palm, the money bag was snatched away!

Surprised, he chased after him and shouted: "My money! Grab the money, pay me back, pay me back!" He chased like crazy, but in despair he heard the sound of motorcycles getting farther and farther away, Farther and farther away, then never heard again.

The life-saving money he regarded as his life, the life-saving money exchanged for his mother's relics, is gone!

His eyes were pierced, and he chased aimlessly, until he was out of breath, until he lost feeling in his legs, and he didn't find the thief.

"Why did you rob me of my life-saving money, why did you do this to me!" He suddenly lost his strength and fell to the ground, hammering the floor with both hands, and shouted heartbreakingly, "My money, my money!"

The new year is approaching, and the squares and roads are full of lively and festive atmosphere, and no one heard his voice of pain and despair.

He stumbled up and went to the police station in a daze to report the crime. The police station filed a case and comforted him. They would definitely catch the thief as soon as possible.

He didn't get psychological comfort because of this. Without this hard-earned money, he felt like he lost the whole world.

He dragged his unconscious legs back to the community, only to find that the fire engine was parked downstairs of his house, and many people were pointing and watching.

His heart skipped a beat, and he felt a bad premonition.

Looking up, there was a thunderbolt from the blue sky, all thoughts were lost, his eyes went dark, and he almost fainted.

According to the onlookers, the house downstairs caught fire inexplicably, and the fire had spread to their house when they found it. The fire brutally engulfed the two-story building including his house. Thankfully there were no casualties.

He staggered open the scorched door of the house, and walked into the house. The smoke hadn't dissipated, and he almost fainted from the smoke.All he could see was a piece of scorched residue, his father's favorite quilt, his most precious computer, and the little pig doll that Xie Jincheng helped him win.

The home was also destroyed.The pungent smell of smoke filled the whole home, no one was complete in the kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom.

How to deal with follow-up work?If you have money, buy another set. If you have no money, you can redecorate it. What about those who have no money?They can only eat fast food, use public toilets, and sleep on the street, using the sky as their quilt and the ground as their bed.

In the end, the valuable property was gone.There is only an overdrafted credit card in the wallet, a bank.bank.card with a three-digit balance, and scattered banknotes of less than one hundred.

Passbook?The money in it had been taken away long ago, and he really had nothing left.

In the past, people would always praise him as a talented man of Peking University and a pillar of the country, but now they only say in a contemptuous tone, oh, Shi Mo, that wimp who has no money and pretends to be rich and capable.

Yes, he is just a wimp, no money, no job, no ability, he will only waste food, drag down the family, and like a disaster star, make life worse.

What's the point of him being alive!

At that moment, he thought of death.

Death is all, there is no money prison in heaven, he can laugh, eat his favorite steak, and enjoy hugs.

He opened the door of the house blankly, walked with heavy steps, step by step, listening to the quiet heartbeat, walked to the roof of the building, propped up his hands, and sat on the guardrail of the wall with his legs hanging in the air.

He yelled to the sky in pain: "Fuck the debt, fuck the money, fuck the life! If you die, you will be fine, and all your troubles will be gone! I'm going to jump, you guys remember to collect my body , burn three sticks of incense for me every day, and eat my favorite beef..."

Heart-piercing and heart-wrenching, the pain and pressure he had endured for many days, like a tall building collapsing in an instant, weighed heavily on his thin shoulders, unable to breathe, unable to call for help, he could only feel his heartbeat slowly Gradually, slowly stop.

He didn't know, he accidentally pressed the phone and made a call...

"What kind of talent from Peking University, what kind of national pillar, are all bullshit, as long as you have no money or ability, you are a fucking coward!"

The shouts of venting continued, and then the New Year’s bell rang at this time, the fireworks bloomed, and the colors illuminated the night, but the dazzling world was divided into two extremes—he hissed on the tall building, People laughed and laughed on the ground.

The ear-piercing laughter sounded like an alarm bell, reminding him every moment that no one cared about his life and death, and he had nothing in return for jumping off except for his father's painful funeral.

And that person, that person who accompanies him to drink, races with him, and leans on him when he is most helpless, is he going to throw away empty IOUs irresponsibly and bury their friendship?

He can't.

He suddenly lost the courage to jump, took a deep breath, and resolutely decided to return to the cruel reality and endure the test given by God.

"Shi Mo!" With the terrified shout, he suddenly felt his waist tighten, and then he was hugged off the wall, and at the same time, a familiar breath came to his face, "What are you doing!"

"Hmm..." He was slammed against the wall, and one hand was also grabbed angrily by the other party. He leaned against his face, saw the person coming, and said in surprise, "Xie Jincheng? You, why are you here?"

"Shi Mo," Xie Jincheng pinched his chin and said word by word, "I might not allow you to commit suicide."

"Who, who committed suicide. I was enjoying the scenery..." Shi Mo was suddenly at a loss for words, and a mobile phone on hold appeared in front of his eyes. The call lasted for half an hour, and the contact was himself.Half an hour ago, when he was just about to commit suicide, his fragile voice was undoubtedly heard by Xie Jincheng.

That was the moment of weakness that he didn't want to expose the most, but now it was torn open, dripping with blood, naked, and opened in front of the eyes of the friend he cared about the most.He should feel angry and painful about this, and deny his fragility, but seeing Xie Jincheng's appearance, he lost his words.

Xie Jincheng appeared in unprecedented distress, with disheveled hair, wearing only a thin shirt and vest, the cuffs were rolled up indiscriminately, and the neckline was wide open, revealing the strong neckline, sweat beads condensed into ice crystals, coldly sticking to the bare skin superior.

"You... came here?" Shi Mo took off his coat in surprise and handed it to Xie Jincheng, "Put it on quickly. Where's your coat?"

Shi Mo's coat was too small, and Xie Jincheng didn't fit it well. He put the coat on his back, stretched his strong arms and held Shi Mo into his arms, absorbing Shi Mo's body temperature: "It's cold, don't move around. There's a traffic jam on the road, I just got out of the car and ran over, it was too hot and I lost my coat on the road.”

Shi Mo adjusted a comfortable posture awkwardly: "Throw away such an expensive coat on the road! You are such a waste, why not throw it to..." He paused, swallowed the word "I" at the end, and said again, " Littering is shameful, you know that?"

"How about throwing it into your house?" Xie Jincheng tore off his coat and covered half of it on Shi Mo.

"My house is not a garbage collection station, my house..." Shi Mo felt a sudden pain in his heart, his eyes quickly lost color, and he remembered that his house was gone, and all the furniture and objects were reduced to ashes in the fire.

"Huh?" Xie Jincheng held Shi Mo's face in his hands, "Tell me what happened."

Shi Mo took a deep breath and closed his eyes in pain: "My home is gone."

Xie Jincheng was surprised: "What's going on?"

Shi Mo's body trembled, and he told the story of the incident in great pain, with tears in his voice, and his heartache was unbearable.

His fragility and helplessness bloom tearingly with the fireworks of irony.Xie Jincheng suddenly tightened his arms, and murmured softly, "It's as long as you and your family are fine."

"It's not good at all!" Shi Mo suddenly hissed, "In one day, my job, reputation, money, and home are all gone. Now I have nothing, just a useless wimp and pauper!"

"You still have one more thing." Xie Jincheng suddenly hugged Shi Mo tightly, kissed that self-sacred lips, with incomparable affection, "me."