The father-in-law continued his story:

"After my wife left, my daughter gave birth again, and those days were ...... It's hard...... And you, when you need to be held accountable the most, have slipped away and disappeared from this world. After thinking about it, the daughter had to sell the house to make ends meet. ”

Zhang Jiaze asked:

"Then you must know where he lives? Tell me and I'll go to her and the kids now! ”

The father-in-law said indifferently:

"No, if you kill me, I won't give her address...... Let's go, the farther the better......"

Zhang Jiaze wanted to say something, but was rudely pushed away by his father-in-law.

The moment the father-in-law turned around and walked into the door, he didn't forget to turn around and say to Zhang Jiaze:

"If you don't leave, I'll call the police."

The greatest pain in the world is that relatives become strangers.

At some point, it was pouring rain outside. The sound of the rain was like Zhang Jiaze's tears breaking the embankment, drowning the whole world.

It was already completely dark.

In the darkness of the night, he walked mechanically, and let the rain wash over his body. In his arms, in his arms, clung tightly to the black pocket—which contained the manuscript he had painstakingly worked on for months.

Now, he really has nothing but the only 5,000 yuan left in his bank card and the manuscript in the black plastic bag in front of him.

Little by little, the rain is drowning out his original hope and fiery heart.

The speeding car splashed a huge splash of water on his body, and he looked as if he had just been fished out of the water.

His mind, a blank slump of ravioli and blank.

I don't know how long he walked in the rain, he saw a bank not far in front of him, the lights in the bank self-service area were on, he instinctively moved his steps and walked into the bank self-service area to avoid the rain.

It's good that the place is bigger and more spacious. As soon as he entered, he fell to the ground, and under him was a long puddle of water.

Without the rain, Zhang Jiaze had a little space in his mind to think about a series of changes he encountered.

He never expected that so many things would happen in the months since he left. His mother-in-law died, the house was gone, the home was gone, his wife was missing, and his father-in-law did not allow him to enter...... This series of blows is too big for him.

He became an outcast from the world.

What kind of desolation and despair would it be if one day, the world forgot you, and all the people you knew became strangers, and no one knew you?

If there is no money, he can earn it again, as long as he is full of pride, money is not a problem;

Without a house, he can work hard, as long as life is still there, he believes that the house will eventually be there;

However, now, he has no love, no love, no family affection. His closest wife and daughter, as well as a child he had never met (he still didn't know if it was a boy or a girl), had disappeared into the crowd.

His father-in-law, the only one he knew, now ruthlessly rejected him and forbade him to set foot in the house.

If the wife is gone, the children are gone, the home is gone, what is the use of asking for a house?

As long as the wife is there, the children are there, even if it is in the shack, the home is there.

The continuous rush, coupled with the huge mental blow, made Zhang Jiaze's body exhausted. In a daze, he lay on the floor and fell into a deep sleep.

He only has a bank card on him, and in the bank card is the hard-earned money he has earned desperately for more than 5 months; Next to him, in a black plastic bag, is the manuscript of the book that holds his last hopes and dreams.