1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Chapter 106 Song Jianming commits suicide

The small and cramped room was filled with large and small sundries. On the wall were several black-and-white photos of Song Jianming when he was a teenager and a young man.

Song Jianming was lying on the bed with a book in his hand, looking towards the window with his head tilted towards the old-fashioned curtains fluttering in the wind. On the windowsill grew a pure white orchid, its delicate petals shining brightly in the sun.

Suddenly, a dark cloud floated over the sky and blocked the bright sunshine. In an instant, the sunlight dimmed and the light became a little colder, which made the atmosphere in the living room become a little eerily quiet.

"Ho ho-"

Song Jianming's eyes were red, with dense bloodshot covering his eyeballs like spider webs, which looked extremely creepy. The blood vessels on his arms were bulging as he tightly grasped the thin pages of the book, leaving fine wrinkles. He opened his mouth but could not speak, and could only make a wheezing sound.

At this moment, he had completely lost the noble and polite image of an intellectual in the eyes of his students. Instead, he looked like a wild beast that had been stabbed in the vitals.

"How is this possible... How could such a thing happen..."

Song Jianming looked at the empty room and felt that the vivid characters in the book kept flashing before his eyes.

It was like a hallucination, the bloody face, the burnt body, and the weeds swaying by the river that night.

In an instant, he recalled his life as an educated youth in the countryside of southern Xinjiang a few years ago, where he met a woman who was as kind and beautiful as Xiaofang in the book.

The same marriage, the same childbirth, and the same choice to return to the prosperous Beijing city for career and future.

Given all these connections, it is hard not to think that this book is about himself.

What does it feel like?

It was like a patient in recovery who was being treated in the hospital and the doctor was peeling off the thick blood scabs covering his body bit by bit. He thought he had completely healed, but unexpectedly a heart-wrenching and tearing pain instantly swept through his body. The smelly and rotten flesh had already rotted and maggots under the seemingly hard blood scabs. The bright red and black blood gushed out with a "hiss", splashing all over his face, and even corrosive enough to corrode his once intact skin completely.

Love, beauty, ideals and future all turned into wriggling maggots at this moment, gnawing at the little flesh and blood he had left.

The feeling of his past being revealed made Song Jianming feel like a vampire from the Middle Ages who was escorted out to be exposed in the sun, smoking, squeaking, and his skin and flesh bursting.

It was more like his whole body was soaked in high-concentration alcohol, bubbling all over, which made him almost collapse. The psychological defenses he thought were solid were instantly pierced.

"I really want to die..."

A thought instantly filled Song Jianming's mind, and all his thinking abilities at this moment were like rusty gears that could not turn.

"Mom, I want to buy a new pair of shoes, okay? The kind with snow boots, very warm, my friend has a pair."

"Wait until you get first place in the class in the next exam."

"Ah~ How long do we have to wait for this?"

The sound of his mother and younger sister playing came from outside the bedroom door, which instantly brought Song Jianming back to reality and back to the brink of life.

"Go look for it first."

Song Jianming threw down the book, walked out of the room without looking back, crossed the living room, passed his mother and sister, and walked straight out.

"Hey, Boss, what are you doing out here right now? It's time for lunch."

"Brother, please buy me some pencils."

Song Ma and Song Wan shouted at his back, but got no response.

"Strange, why are you ignoring me?"

"It must be something that happened suddenly."

Mother Song explained that she never worried about Song Jianming, as this eldest son never gave her any cause for worry.

……

In an alley near a state-owned restaurant in Beitaipingzhuang.

Song Jianming was looking for something on the street where he had once glimpsed and passed by each other.

"Cui Cui! Wei Wei! Where are you?"

Song Jianming was shouting like a madman on the street, from the beginning to the end of the street, from Beitaipingzhuang to Xinjiekou and then to the streets and alleys of Beijing Normal University.

The disheveled young man ran up and down the street, occasionally grabbing a passerby and asking him questions.

"Do you know Shang Cui?"

"I do not recognize."

"Do you know him? Do you know him or not?"

"Is he crazy? I told you I don't know him!" People along the way avoided him and kept talking about where this lunatic came from.

Song Jianming, with his untidy beard and incoherent speech, really looks like a lunatic who escaped from a mental hospital.

Soon, people living near the street knew that a lunatic appeared on the street and was looking for a woman.

"Weiwei, come back soon. There's a psychopath on the street. Be careful or he'll take you away."

In a large courtyard, Shang Cui heard the news and hurriedly pulled her daughter into the house for a nap.

It was not until five in the afternoon, when it was getting dark, that Song Jianming returned home in a daze and collapsed on the bed.

Glancing at the sleeping pills used to treat insomnia on the bedside cabinet, Song Jianming picked up a whole bottle and poured it into his mouth. He did not swallow the hard pills with water. His face flushed and he forced himself to swallow them. The friction between the pills and his throat was extremely painful, and a trace of sweet blood oozed out. He was finally swallowed into his stomach with the help of the blood.

"Tick tick tick~"

Nineteen eighty-seven six five four...

The clock on the wall still rotates regularly, and the movement of the hour, minute and second hands seems to be recording the countdown to death, waiting for the arrival of a certain moment when the messenger of death will take away this sinful and unfaithful man.

The room fell completely silent, as quiet as death, where not even the sound of breathing could be heard.

I don’t know how long it took, but Song Wan’s voice was heard outside the door.

"Brother, did you take the new book I bought at noon? How come I can't find it after reading a little bit?"

"Brother? Brother?"

Song Wan knocked on the door for a long time, but still got no response, which made her feel a little uneasy.

Her eldest brother was the one who loved her the most in the family. Normally, she would get a response when she called out to him in the house. But now, no one answered after she called out for a long time.

Thinking of this, Song Wan opened the door, stuck his head out and saw that the room was pitch black and a black shadow was lying on the bed, motionless.

"Brother? It's time for dinner. Don't sleep anymore."

The little girl walked up and pushed Song Jianming's shoulder. Song Wan knew that her brother had gone out to do some work in the afternoon and must be tired now, but it would definitely not be good to skip dinner.

"crunch~"

Only the wooden bed board made a teeth-grinding sound, but the man didn't move at all.

Song Wan realized something was wrong and reached out to touch his nose to breathe, but he felt a chill.

Song Wan was so frightened that she collapsed to the ground, her face pale and bloodless.

She realized... Big Brother wasn't breathing!
"Ahhhhh!!!!"

A shrill, terrified scream instantly swept through the room and the entire dormitory building.

Outside the door, Song's mother, Song's father and Song Jianchun heard the scream and rushed in.

"What's wrong? Wanwan?"

"Brother...Brother, he's not breathing."

After hearing this, their brains seemed to be hit by a sledgehammer and exploded with a bang.

Song Jianchun was the calmest. He rushed forward to check his breathing and heartbeat, and shouted, "Hurry up and send him to the hospital!!!"

"Send to hospital!"

At this time, the teachers in the dormitory building also heard the noise and gathered around.

Only then did we know that the eldest son of the Song family had committed suicide by taking medicine for unknown reasons, and now he is no longer breathing!

"Hurry to the hospital for emergency treatment!"

"Give it!"

Amidst a panic, everyone carried Song Jianming and rushed to the hospital.

In the pitch-black room, there was a book lying quietly on the ground. The red color was extremely conspicuous in the dark room, as if blood was dripping down.

The radio in the living room chirped, "Welcome to China National Radio, I'm the host Xia Qing, let's enjoy Xiao Fang."

"There is a girl named Xiaofang in the village. She is pretty and kind..."

(End of this chapter)