My mother was going to go with me to go to school on this day to go through the withdrawal procedures.

I didn't even want to set foot in the school door anymore.

It's all because of the person outside the house at the moment.

The guy I didn't even want to mention by name.

"Kang Rong, I know you heard me. Open the door. His tone was heavy.

Of course I couldn't open the door.

"Auntie, let him open the door. I'll just talk to him. He pleaded.

"Kang Kang has nothing to do with you." Mother said so.

"Auntie, I've apologized many times for the past, and besides, my mother ...... too"

"Does an apology help?" The mother's voice was angry and choked, "You can only blame herself for your mother's affairs, what did your mother and son do to my son?" Well? Why did you come over and tell him not to drop out of school now? ”

"Only my mom is to blame?" He sneered, "Auntie, I don't care about you for Kang Rong's sake, but ...... If you say another word to my mother, I will ......"

"How must you be? Tell you at school, am I a vixen who ruined your parents' marriage? Mother scoffed.

"I ......"

"Of course you do." The mother continued, "My son was taken by you, and I finally talked about a girl and was scared out of mental illness by you...... Now that your whole school knows that Kang Kang is gay, what else can't you do? ”

The night before, my mother and I confessed our reasons for wanting to quit school.

She didn't say a word, and was so calm that she didn't have the slightest expression—as if she hadn't heard anything.

Her words surprised me at this moment...... Just because my mother didn't say anything didn't mean she didn't care.

"......," he was silent for a moment, "I won't hurt him anymore." ”

"Come on, let's go back." The mother refused indifferently, "Our surname Kang can't afford to mess with your family." ”

"Auntie, do you have a backup key? Please open the door......" He ignored his mother's words and pleaded.

"Don't you understand?" The mother was impatient, "If you don't leave, I'll warn you of disturbing the people." ”

"Kang Rong, if you open the door, I'll say a few words...... No, just a word, you open the door......" There was a knock on the door, which made people particularly irritated.

I kicked off the covers, scratched my hair, and walked to the window.

Outside the window is the same scene: ordinary weather, ordinary apartment buildings, ordinary green belts, ordinary pedestrians.

The depressed atmosphere that belonged to this old community brewed a few rays of gloom and loneliness in the early morning light, like a ghost's boneless hands choked in the throat.

There was a heavy thud on the door behind him.

The mother yelled, "What are you doing? ”

I opened the window.

Low floors, jumping off at most half of the body.

Jumping off a building is also a technical job.

It's also worth a try, though.

This sudden thought lingered in my mind.

Moreover, more and more tempting.

Breaking a leg should feel like a lot, right?

If you're lucky, you can break your head to pieces.

The tiresome memories in my stupid head can also disappear with it.

"Kang Rong, just one word." He stubbornly persisted.

Outside the door, the two seemed to be tugging again.

I moved the stool to the window and stepped on the windowsill.

A few strings of free-fall formulas and density formulas in my head.

After a brief calculation, I came to a disappointing conclusion: the impact of such a height could not break my broken head.

Death is a technical job.

It's no wonder that the killers in the novel are paid so much.

Do the weak and incompetent deserve to live?

It's desperate.