CHAPTER XLIII
Meng Chun was lying on the ground, a little hated for his incompetence, obviously did two days of ideological work, and decided that in this life he was a poor bastard who didn't love his father and mother, and it was a big deal to start all over again, and he would be a good man again after eighteen years.
But the first call record displayed on the mobile phone around her was the 120 emergency number, because the wrist cut was too painful, almost the moment the knife cut the skin, she regretted it, and dialed an emergency number with her backhand.
The coolness on the ground slowly penetrated into her body, and she felt that the ambulance was coming so slowly that her wrists were shaking with pain.
Could it be that when my parents were in a car accident last week, the ambulance came so slowly, so the two of them left themselves behind?
Meng Chun couldn't help but laugh at herself, they couldn't leave her, they didn't know how happy they were, after all, since they adopted themselves, the family had not had a good time, and the family that was originally quite well-off was dragged down by various accidents, and after she went to high school, she almost didn't even have to read, and it didn't go well at all, and when she got home, it was a beating and scolding.
The sound of the ambulance finally reached downstairs, and then she suddenly remembered that after her parents' funeral, the family had no money, and she didn't know if it was enough to pay for the emergency fee.
Thinking of this, she began to complain again that she was not angry, and she had just been a little more ruthless under the knife, so she didn't have to worry about not being able to pay at this time.
The first responders broke down the door, and no one cared what she said, and carried her directly into the hospital.
Fortunately, due to her sensitive sense of pain, the incision was not deep, the ambulance arrived in time, and the amount of blood loss was not enough to be transfused, so the emergency doctor only stitched her a few stitches and bandaged the wound.
Meng Chun took out the last two hundred yuan in his pocket, paid for the ambulance and bandaging, and left 20 yuan.
Looking at the only 20 yuan left in her hand, she sighed and decided to buy a rope on the way home, and rushed to the 20 yuan, and her life couldn't go on.
Anyway, when the rent is due at the end of the month, she will be driven to the main road, and then it will not be the time for her to choose her own way of death, and people's eyes will kill her.
After the rope was bought, Meng Chun decided to hang it on the iron fence of the window, and sat down with his back to the window, and there was no other place in the house to hang the rope.
Before that, she decided to wash her face first, change her clothes, and when she died, it was estimated that no one would care about her, so she prepared first.
The faucet in the bathroom was still ticking and leaking, he washed his face indiscriminately, combed his hair carefully in the mirror, and looked at his pale lips in the mirror, Meng Chun went to find a mother who had used lipstick again, and lightly applied a layer of it.
Although her face is still pale, she finally came back with some complexion, she was already good-looking, when she was a child, someone joked that she was much better looking than her parents, and she was not biological at first glance, but I didn't expect that when they died, I really found out that she was not biological.
Meng Chun smiled at himself in the mirror, but it was a pity that he had this face in this life.
Touching the rope that had been hung up, she closed her eyes, put her neck into the rope loop, took a deep breath, relaxed her whole body the moment she exhaled, and sat down.
The rope tightened rapidly, rubbing red marks on her passing neck, and she felt like her breath was about to be cut off, her throat was pounded, she coughed, and her lungs quickly felt like they were on fire.
No, it's worse than cutting your wrists!
In a hurry, Meng Chun's feet began to kick wildly, kicked on a chair beside him, borrowed a little strength, and actually stood up by himself again, coughing and going to find water to drink.