Chapter Fifty-Four: Comedy in Tragedy

  Have you ever tried looking down from the top floor of a high-rise building? Would you be afraid of that dizzying, almost suffocating feeling?

  You think that falling from top to bottom will relieve suffering, but you don't know how hard it is to struggle with your thoughts beforehand. However, the torment of life is forever more torturous than a four-second fall, and we are ultimately weak.

  So some people will take life lightly, while others will be consumed by death. We fantasize about trampling our enemies for personal gain and constantly tell ourselves not to be abandoned by life.

  After learning of Wang Tao's death, I guessed that the most painful people should be Wang Tao's family members. Wang Ying, who had just left my sight, probably still didn't know that her sister had passed away.

  I immediately dialed Jiang Xiaoqiao's phone number, eager to share this seemingly sad good news with her.

  Unfortunately, Jiang Xiaoqiao's phone was turned off, and I made two more calls in a row, still turned off.

  I hastily called Liang Xue, because Liang Xue lived in Jiang Xiaoqiao's house and should know Jiang Xiaoqiao's whereabouts. However, although Liang Xue's phone was able to get through, no one answered it.

  Since no one responded to my big news, I quickly lost interest in sharing and got up to go to the bathroom, filled the bathtub with hot water, and continued thinking about whether or not to go to that room on the second floor full of other people's memories.

  I reclined on the soft sofa, listening to the ticking of the clock in the house, swinging back and forth with a dull sound.

  The old-fashioned wall clock in the house is out of place with the interior decoration, so every time I come in, I will stare at the clock carefully for a while, as if savoring an old wine, it has a different flavor.

  Although the villa is filled with the smell of new furniture everywhere, the old-fashioned furniture in some corners reveals the owner's sensibility and nostalgia. In a new environment, there will always be a taste of the past.

  The sofa was too soft, and lying on it was too comfortable, making me relax to the point of almost falling asleep. I suddenly remembered that there was still hot water in the bathroom, so I quickly got up and rushed in, turning off the faucet.

  I turned around and stood in front of the mirror, looking at my somewhat ordinary self in the mirror. I reached out to touch the exquisitely crafted mirror in front of me, and suddenly felt that my personal worth was not worthy of this five-figure mirror.

  This sense of inferiority is getting stronger and stronger, making me more and more inferior.

  I suddenly became more timid to go to the room on the second floor, not only because I was afraid of knowing about Fang Wenke and Wang Yan's past, but also because I was afraid that I would see those experiences that I had never touched in my life.

  After all, people's status and value are different, many times experience determines a person's breadth of vision and erudition, but I have never possessed either.

  If I had seen the drips of his and her past, I think the chasm between classes and wealth would have been more deeply branded between me and Fang Wenke.

  I'm already self-abased enough, I don't want to torture myself with my own eyes anymore.

  At this time, the silence in the house was suddenly broken by the sound of the door opening. Fang Wenke had returned from the hospital. I walked out of the bathroom to the entrance and looked at Fang Wenke who was exhausted.

  "How's it going? Is Dad doing okay?" I asked anxiously.

  "The situation is not optimistic, don't mention it. Baby, have you eaten?" Fang Wenke took off his shoes and hugged me tightly.

  "Haven't eaten yet! We're all going to starve to death! Where's your mom? Isn't she coming back tonight?"

  "She rarely comes home at night and she also has a boyfriend."

  "It's true! Your mom is so great, she must have been pursued by many people."

  Fang Wenke looked at me and smiled, then went to the bathroom.

  "Just now Wang Ying came, she opened the door by herself, came in to collect some of her luggage, and then left." I calmly turned on the TV, then shouted towards the bathroom.

  The bathroom was quiet for three whole seconds, except for the sound of running water, before Fang Wen Ke's voice came out: "It's okay, she told me she was coming to pick up her luggage, she had a key to my house before, and I'll find someone to change the lock in a few days."

  "It doesn't matter, I don't mind." I hypocritically said this seemingly magnanimous phrase.

  Fang Wen Ke walked out with a towel and sat down beside me, teasingly saying: "Really not minding? Then how come I smell a vinegar scent?"

  I hit him on the head with the remote control twice and said, "She just deliberately made me angry and told me to go visit the room on the left side of your second floor. She even opened the door for me and turned on the light."

  "Then you went to see?" Fang Wenke asked out of instinctual surprise, looking at me tensely.

  "No, I'm afraid that if I go in, I'll be suffocated to death, so I didn't dare to go. Later you go to the second floor and turn off the light in that room, then lock the door, it's best not to let me have a chance to go in and take a look." I said with my eyes fixed on the TV.

  Fang Wenke heard that I didn't go to that room, let out a long sigh and said in a relaxed tone: "I'll find someone to clean up that room in two days! Those are all things from the past, don't take it to heart."

  "As long as you love me." I turned around and looked into Fang Wenke's eyes, gently placing a seal on his lips.

  "What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you!" Fang Wenke got up and headed towards the kitchen.

  "Anything can be eaten! Oh! By the way, do you know about Wang Ying's sister Wang Tao jumping off a building to commit suicide? Just now at 5 o'clock, I saw this local news on Weibo in Hongqi Building!"

  "What! Wang Tao's sister committed suicide?"

  Fang Wen Ke stopped in his tracks, staring at me with a look of utter disbelief.