Zhang Haifei began to be afraid of the dark again. His nerves form a network of anxiety, danger, emptiness when he is not working intensely but is energetic, or when he is not engrossed in surfing the Internet or watching TV, doing nothing.

He was afraid, and Huang Siyao could expel his fear, as long as she wanted. But now it's clear that she doesn't want to, just doesn't. She was cold, cold, indifferent to everything he had done for her. He gave up his life for her, but she treated him coldly. She only thinks about herself.

Now she's obsessed with children again. She was thinking of her own child, entirely her own, not his.

Zhang Haifei certainly sensed something. Zhang Haifei is thinking about divorce. But he is contradictory and has a very complicated mind. As soon as he thought that he had to spend it alone, he became even more depressed and uncomfortable, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

He considered going to major hospitals again to recuperate his body, and even went to Japan or Israel to do IVF.

As far as Zhang Haifei's situation is concerned, he is very healthy. He had a ruddy complexion, a radiant complexion, broad and strong shoulders, well-developed chest muscles, and had recently gained some weight. But he was afraid of death. It seemed that there was a terrible emptiness threatening him, an emptiness, in which his vitality was exhausted. Sometimes when he loses his vitality, he feels that he is dead, really dead.

There was a strange look in his grayish eyes, which was at once timid, a little cruel, too cold, almost unscrupulous. This unbridled expression was very cold, as if he had no life but had overcome it.

But what he feared was the night when he couldn't sleep. It was a terrible night, and a sense of nothingness came at him from all sides. To live a lifeless day, it is terrible: at night, there is no life, but still alive.

But now he can ring the bell and beckon Bota to come. She always came at the first call, which was a great comfort to him. She came in in a dressing gown, her hair draped over her shoulders, a little strange, at first glance she looked like a girl, but her black hair was mixed with white hair.

She would make him chrysanthemum tea or a cup of goji berries and play chess with him. She has a special ability of a woman, who can play a good chess move in a half-asleep state, and lose even though she is glorious. So, in the intimate atmosphere of the silence of the night, they either sat or she sit, he lay on the bed, with the lonely light of the table lamp, playing chess and cards, she almost fell asleep, and he lost his soul in fear. After the game, they drank hot tea and occasionally had a snack, almost silently, and felt each other leaning on in the silence of the night.

And tonight, she was guessing who Mrs. Zhang's lover was, and she also thought of her man, Master Bo. He'd been dead for so long, but to her he didn't feel like he was dead. When she thought of Master Bo, she had been holding back the fire in this world for all these years, but he didn't know who this fire was going to. Zhang Haifei's grandfather may have some responsibility, but how many years has he been dead. Do you want to send this fire to Zhang Haifei? Although it can't be said that he really killed him, but for her feelings, they killed him.

Half-asleep, the longing for her master Jiabo and the conjecture of Mrs. Zhang's secret lover are intertwined. She felt that she had a common deep hatred with another woman, that is, hating Zhang Haifei's grandfather, and even hating Zhang Haifei. But at the same time, she was actually playing chess with him, and even made a bet of ten yuan. It was very gratifying to be able to play chess with an excellent, high-status man, even if she lost the ten yuan, she was willing.

As soon as he played cards, they gambled, so that he could forget himself. Under normal circumstances, Zhang Haifei wins. He's about to win again tonight, so he's going to have to go to bed until dawn. Fortunately, the dawn began at about half past four.

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Huang Siyao has been sleeping soundly since going to bed. But Lee Kwang-suk could not rest. He closed up the chicken coops and patrolled around the woods before going home for dinner. He did not go to bed after dinner, but sat in front of the bed in contemplation.

He was thinking about the five or six years he had spent in Sai Chung Village. The thought of his wife makes him sad. She's fierce. But he hadn't seen her in a long time. But there she was, in a nearby village, even more fierce than before. He wished he would never see her again in his lifetime.

He remembered his days as a soldier abroad. Africa, the Middle East, life is sometimes stressful, or nothing happens all year round. And the colonel who admired him and respected him. Thinking of the years I have been an officer, I became a lieutenant, and it is very likely that I will become a captain. But the colonel died of pneumonia, and he almost died, and his health was damaged ever since. He was very restless, and later left the army and returned to China, he had no special skills, but fortunately he didn't want to get ahead. So he became a hard-working guy again.

He is living a perfunctory life. He had always thought that he would be able to live at least a safe life in this forest. He would rather live without a gun on his back, at least not with a gun that kills people.

He prefers to be alone and away from life, the only thing he needs is such a life. But he needed something to rely on. It wasn't his hometown, but he had lived here for so many years, and even his mother had lived here, though she had never been close to him. He can live one day at a time, with nothing to worry about and nothing to look forward to, because he doesn't know what to do.

He didn't know what to do. After several years as an officer, working with other officers and civilians, and socializing with their wives and children, he lost his ambition to toss. Those who succeed tend to be resilient, as flexible as silicone, but lifeless and even funless. He shuddered when he got to know them, knowing that he was not the same kind of person as them.

He comes from the countryside, from the working class, and he still feels that the working class is the most down-to-earth. There he retrieved the things he had forgotten all the years he had gone.

People in the working class naturally have some inferior roots. Now he acknowledges the importance of demeanor. He also admits that it is important to at least pretend not to care about a few small things or trivial matters. But ordinary people don't pretend to say this, for them, the price of chicken is more expensive than the end of the world. It was unbearable for him.

There are also wage quarrels. Having lived in the middle class, he learned that wage quarrels were hopeless. There is no solution except death. The only thing to do is not to care, not to care about the amount of salary.

But if you're destitute and unlucky, you have to care. Either way, wages became their only concern. The focus on money is like a huge cancer that consumes people from all walks of life. So he refused to care about money.

So what else? What else can life give people besides caring about money? Nope.

Fortunately, he can be alone, and he can barely enjoy himself. His job is to raise chickens and guard this piece of lychee and longan, boring, and empty to the extreme.

But why worry about this, worry about this? He remained carefree until the woman came into his life. He was nearly ten years older than her. But in terms of experience, he was from the bottom and was a thousand years older than her. But the distance between them is shrinking. He could see the day when the gap was bridged and they would be able to live together.

And then what? And then what? Does he have to start from scratch, from nothing? Does he have to pester this woman? Does he have to have a terrible argument with her disabled husband? And a terrible quarrel with his fierce wife? She hated him. What a pain! Too much pain! Besides, he is no longer young, no longer youthful. He's not the kind of person who doesn't care, either. Any slightest bit of pain and ugliness would hurt him and hurt the woman!

But even if they get rid of Zhang Haifei and his own wife, and get rid of them, what will they do next? What is he going to do himself? What kind of life is he going to live? He's got to do something. He can't be idle, living on Huang Siyao's money and a little pension of his own.