"Lao Wei, the smog has been too serious recently, our air purifier has just changed the filter, take my mother to use it for a few days......"

"And your razor, I think it's very easy to use, give it to my brother, his family is not in good condition, you have time to buy another ......"

"The refrigerator is almost empty, you can go out and buy ...... later"

"Didn't you take the things back to your parents' house?" Wei Wuxian, who had been sitting on the sofa and watching his wife spinning the top and scavenging the things in the house, finally spoke.

"Old Wei, what are you doing? You're going to settle accounts with me? Before we got married, we all said yes, my family's conditions are not good, I have to subsidize the family, and you agree. ”

"Hmm."

Every quarrel in the past is enough to show that Wei Wuxian can't say anything about this sharp-toothed woman.

He could only grunt and go out to avoid an imminent quarrel.

When he went out, he remembered the news again, and forgot to tell her.

Wei Wuxian was unemployed.

He worked as a department head in an Internet company, which was supposed to be a well-paid job, but who would have thought that the company would be acquired in an instant, and most of the non-core business would be cut off in an instant.

Unfortunately, the department he leads is among them.

Wei Wuxian wasn't too scared, he didn't want to continue working overtime day and night after his first year of life—especially since he had witnessed a colleague die in the office next door after a cerebral infarction.

It seems that death from overwork is always on the side of these entrepreneurial Internet companies.

Wei Wuxian was actually a little happy, there was a buddy who pouted him to open a bar, it had been a while, he had been hesitating, now, the right time, place and people were finally suitable, he could go to fulfill the dream of his youth, poetry and distance.

But when he checked his bank account, he found that the zero before the decimal point and the two digits after the decimal point were dizzying.

"Where's the money?" He asked his wife, Du Ruo.

"What money?"

"Our money! Deposit! The money I have earned over the years, you said you can save it for me, and we will do some business in the future...... What about money? ”

"Oh...... That's it...... I didn't think that it was not easy for my parents to raise me, and I should repay ...... Don't worry with me, look at you, small-bellied chicken intestines, can our parents spend our money? In the end, it's not all about saving our ......."

"Then you go and come back."

"This ...... Old Wei, what's wrong with you today? Why did you suddenly ask about money? …… This has already been given, and if I ask for it again, I have no face......"

Wei Wuxian knew that he was afraid that he would not be able to recover the water that had been spilled, and he clenched his somewhat trembling fists and said in a dying struggle: "I'm unemployed." ”

His voice trembled a little as he said this, and he didn't know if he would be greeted by a more violent storm or genuinely supported by his wife, who he knew was unlikely, but he was happy to list it, even if it was to comfort himself.

Living with a woman like Du Ruo, if you don't have a little Ah Q spirit, I'm afraid you will be depressed.

"What?!" Du Ruo was startled for a moment, usually she expressed concern for Wei Wuxian like this, "You are a big man, unemployed?" What's the matter, you don't make money to support your family? You still want me to take money from my mother's family......"

Wei Wuxian's clenched fists loosened.

He suddenly saw the green-haired turtle raised in the fish tank in the living room, and the more he looked at it, the more he looked like himself.

The green-haired turtle carries a shell on its back, and can still swim in the world of the fish tank, and can still eat and drink without worrying, what about himself? With a large family of daughter-in-law on his back, he is about to be overwhelmed.

Wei Wuxian couldn't get angry anymore, he only hated, hated this woman for dragging him down like this.

As he walked aimlessly down the street, he felt like he had to do something.

An hour later, he made his decision.

He first boarded a subway to the southern suburbs — he hadn't taken it in years. Today is a weekday, and at the end of the morning rush hour, there are still many people on the subway. This reminded Wei Wuxian of the days when he started his own business, wasn't that what it was?

Now that the bitterness is sweet, but the sweetness of fighting for youth, why haven't I tasted it?

He looked at the living life around him, he was really envious, if time could be turned back, he had the opportunity to choose again, he would definitely not live like this.

But that's it......

In the southern suburbs, Wei Wuxian's home used to be in the village here, but he moved away from his parents' generation one after another.

Wei Wuxian remembers that when he was a child, his father brought him back to visit his grandparents.

He hadn't been back for many years, and to his surprise, he quickly found the village and the graves of his grandparents.

He regretted that he didn't bring some soju and paper money, remembering that his grandfather used to love to drink soju the most, and his grandmother had to iron two taels for him every meal.

But it doesn't matter, we'll meet soon.

He said something to his grandparents in his heart, confessed some things, and repented of some things.

He then walked to a nearby farmer's market.

He needed a few tools at his disposal, and the farmer's market was the perfect choice, where the goods had a rough air of their own, and it seemed that a random smash, knock, hook, and stab could kill a person.

There are no surveillance cameras there either, and there is no evidence of death.

Walking into the farmers' market, Wei Wuxian first took a fancy to a hook, which was the iron hook used to hook large pieces of pork, beef and mutton on the meat stall.

It looked thick and sharp.

He had even thought of his wife Du Ruo being hooked on it.

The hook stabbed through her neck just below her chin, through the fierce tongue, and into her brain, her eyes glaring in panic and her body spasming.

Wei Wuxian was obscene, it felt really good.

But reason told him that he couldn't buy the hook, not even asking.

Go to the meat stall and buy an iron hook, for fear that the butcher will not remember him?

Low-key, low-key, he needs more ordinary tools, and an unobtrusive way of buying.

By the time Wei Wuxian walked out of the farmer's market, he had two more black plastic bags in his hand.

One of them contained a watermelon knife of at least 20 centimeters. The stall owner praised Wei Wuxian vigorously: "Just use it with confidence, if you don't take it back, I'm here every day, and I will return it." ”

Returned? Hehe. Wei Wuxian was in a good mood and thanked him politely.

Inside the other plastic bag was a bundle of hemp rope.

"Go back and bundle the sack, it's so dripping! I don't have to buy a rope at home for three years! ”

It had been a long time since he had visited a farmer's market, and Wei Wuxian felt that the things here were really cheap.

When he paid, he even wanted to say "don't look for it", but in the end he held back.

Calm, calm.

The thought of getting rid of that woman made his heart leap with irrepressible joy.