One day I received a call from the police officer, and the content of it gave me mixed feelings. The criminal finally came to the prosecution link, but because of the poor investigation, the futures platform that caused me to lose a lot could not be cracked for a while, and the subject matter of the case was only 40,000 yuan.

The news disappointed us, and all the debt collectors and phone calls poured in, which left us confused for a while.

On the third day of work, I received a lawyer's letter from PetroChina and two calls from my colleagues asking for repayment.

One after another, Zhang Lin's mood became irritable again, and she proposed the seller's decision. The house that I thought was very sought-after could not be sold due to the epidemic, and the friction between us became more and more day by day.

As the saying goes: the ideal is very plump, and the reality is very skinny. It turned out that the very humane CNPC began to sue, and the originally very understanding colleague began to ask for the account..... I lived a life of panic again, and Zhang Lin's temper was once again on the verge of bursting.

The house has been hanging in the circle of friends and intermediaries for more than a month, and there are always many people who see it, but there are no people who buy it.

Originally, I couldn't make up my mind about selling the house, but now I have given a very low price, and I am inevitably more irritable, Zhang Lin is distressed, so he starts to reconsider my mistakes, and he can't wait to complain about me every moment of the day.

Although I tried my best to restrain myself from arguing, my anger continued to grow, and my hope for life grew dimmer.

Because I was in a hurry to use the money and the house couldn't be sold, I privately asked Zhang Lin's colleague about the possibility of borrowing money, but instead of borrowing the money, I got into a commotion, and one of them thought I was doing something again, and said to Zhang Lin in private.

No matter how I explain it, Zhang Lin stubbornly believes that I have betrayed my promise again, and quarrels have become commonplace.

Things ended up getting out of hand. That night, if I had money, I should have embarked on a part-time job journey, but because I was shy in my pocket, I had to hide in my hometown.

The next day, because I couldn't leave, I returned home again and continued to be a man with my tail between my legs to pray for peace.

About a week after the low price was listed, there was the first buyer, and Zhang Lin and I went to the agency to sign a contract with him.

What I didn't expect was that the man might have heard about our family and came up with an almost ridiculous way.

I objected at the time, but Zhang Lin insisted on selling. In order to stop the transaction, I called everyone I could think of, and although the words of these people helped me achieve my goal, they also pierced Zhang Lin's nerves on the verge of collapse.

That night she was constantly angry, noisy, crazy, and all of my desperation beyond words. I tried to restrain my emotions and waited for the dawn.

Finally, when it was time to go to work, I almost ran away from home. As soon as I arrived at the office, Zhang Lin's phone called.

The same and endless complaints made me irritable, and my enthusiasm for life and work was extinguished again.

I left the unit after sending a leave message to Lao Wang, and I just wanted to find a quiet place to think about the future and where I would go.

Since I have no money, I have to go back to my hometown in the city. I went back to my hometown alone, locked all the doors, and didn't tell anyone where I was.

I lay on the dilapidated couch, staring at the ceiling in despair, asking myself over and over again: leaving, dying kept going round and round in my mind, and I had no idea for a while.

I was already numb and used to resignation, so I decided not to wake up anymore, so I took two diazepam pills in the hope of sleeping soundly.

It backfired, the more I wanted to sleep, the more I couldn't sleep, and Zhang Lin's constant phone calls made me even more crazy.

I kept taking pills, pills, and finally I collapsed. I don't know anything about what happened next, who found me?

I don't know who saved me? How can it be saved? Like the previous two times, I don't know how much time passed, but I woke up again.

Once again, it proves that the vitality of a person in a desperate situation is unimaginably strong. One thing after another made Zhang Lin reflect on his own shortcomings, I also saw a lot, and I didn't care so much about the quarrel, and when there was a problem, I reminded myself: My mistake, how can I not let people lose their temper?

After a few days of peace and quiet, the house was sold. I'll never forget the last time I went home.

Looking at the empty house, feeling sad and regretful, I posted a circle of friends: Is this what I want?

Then he left without looking back.