Something happened. This is not going to be bloody.

The air in the house is fresh, and green plants dot the warm home. Everything is so normal, with only the faint sound of a screwdriver turning coming from the bathroom.

The phone on the washing machine suddenly rang, breaking the silence in the room. Zhou Leng stopped repairing the water heater and picked up the phone. The screen showed an incoming call from his son Wang Chenxuan.

"Hello, Chenxuan." Zhou Leng pressed the answer button and said gently.

"Mom, I'm going to see Zhu Xue today and I won't be going back to live here. You and my dad don't have to wait for me for dinner tonight." Wang Chenxuan's voice came from the other end of the phone.

After hearing this, Zhou Leng smiled and replied, "Okay, son."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Leng continued to repair the water heater, his hands moving skillfully as always.

All of this seemed so normal, just like every moment in daily life. Such normality made Zhou Leng smile faintly, as if a pair of eyes hidden in the dark were mocking sadness with a smile.

Wang Jian, a man in his 50s, has a higher IQ and EQ than ordinary people. Time seems to be particularly tolerant to him. At the age of over 50, he still maintains a pretty good figure. Not only does he not show signs of middle-aged obesity, but he reveals a kind of elegant temperament and looks like a graceful uncle.

As a result of spending a long time with students in school, Wang Jian has acquired some of the youthful vigor, making him somewhat unique among his peers.

In the evening, Wang Jian returned home as usual. He gently pushed open the door, and the creaking sound of the door hinge interrupted Zhou Leng who was watching TV in the living room.

Zhou Leng stood up upon hearing the voice and brought the food that had been prepared long ago in bowls to the table.

The two sat opposite each other, Wang Jian enthusiastically recounting some interesting things that happened in school, Zhou Leng smiled, occasionally interjected a few words, and enthusiastically agreed. In Chen Qiulan's memory, they had walked hand in hand for more than 20 years with such deep feelings, respectful to each other, and a simple but happy life.

When a bad guy does a bad thing, everyone is used to it. But when a good husband in his own eyes does something unbearable and dirty, the damage is devastating and directly shatters Chen Qiulan's life.

After dinner, Zhou Leng continued to watch TV series while Wang Jian considerately washed the dishes. Then the two sat on the sofa and discussed the plot of the TV series. From the window, they could see that this was an ordinary and warm family.

Wang Jian always takes a bath before going to bed. At nine o'clock in the evening, Zhou Leng seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep in the bedroom.

The electric current silently slid down the warm water and gently touched the skin. In an instant, an indescribable tremor swept through the body, catching people off guard. Before they could even scream, their bodies fell limply to the ground like a puppet without support.

There seemed to be a faint electric arc blooming brilliantly in the water, and the momentary light seemed like the fleeting moment of life in the long river of time.

The switch tripped with a loud "click", and the whole room was instantly plunged into darkness.

The slightly warm night light closed its eyes, and the indicator lights of the electrical appliances also turned off quietly. They chose silence just like Zhou Leng.

The moonlight outside the window was still bright, shining through the window into the room, interweaving with the sound of running water. A slightly burnt smell drifted through the air, like a rotten smell of crazy desire.

The next morning, when the sunlight filtered into the room through the curtains, Zhou Leng stretched lazily. She got up, put on her shoes and went to the bathroom. Wang Jian was already dead.

Zhou Leng turned the power switch back to its original position and turned off the shower. She wondered how much water she had wasted that night. Fortunately, the floor drain at home was good, otherwise the house would have been flooded. Thinking of this, she began to cry like rain. She reached out and touched the man's cold neck, and confirmed that he was completely dead. She walked to the living room in a panic and called the emergency number.

The woman's collapsed tears fell on the mat of the ambulance, and her screams of pain spread in the corridor of the hospital. Zhou Leng was an excellent tasker. She performed the life and death separation between a couple who had loved each other for more than 20 years with great emotion.

When Wang Chenxuan rushed to the hospital, he saw his mother lying lifelessly on the bed with her eyes closed, and his father had already left this world forever. The doctor stood by and explained the diagnosis to him expressionlessly, but Wang Chenxuan's mind seemed to be tangled in a mess and he could not hear anything.

He couldn't accept this cruel reality. His parents were fine yesterday. How could everything become so bad just one night? His father was electrocuted to death in the bath, and his mother was so sad that she had a mental breakdown and hit her head against the wall and finally fainted.

Wang Chenxuan wandered around the hospital like a mechanical puppet, mindlessly completing various tasks under the doctor's instructions. When he came to his senses, the hospital's death certificate had been delivered to him.

Many lives die in accidents every day in this city. Unless you cry and shout that you have been wronged and go to the police station to file a case for investigation, no policeman will come to your door and ask you if you have committed murder.

The atmosphere at the funeral was heavy and dignified, with many people coming to pay their respects. Fortunately, Wang Jian's parents had passed away in the previous few years, otherwise it would have been hard to accept that the elderly would send off the young.

School leaders and colleagues gathered in groups of three or five to express their regrets. Parents of students brought their children to see the teacher off for the last time. The children held flowers in their hands with tears in their eyes, making people cry when they saw them.

Relatives and friends gathered around Zhou Leng, comforting her softly, and familiar neighbors expressed their condolences.

Zhou Leng stood in front of the mourning hall, looking haggard, with red and swollen eyes and a dark yellow complexion, as if she had suddenly aged a lot. To outsiders, Wang Jian's sudden death had dealt her a huge blow. As everyone knows, they were a recognized model couple, supporting each other for many years and having a deep affection.

When people who knew Zhou Leng saw his miserable state, they all came forward to comfort him.

Zhou Leng's eyes seemed to sweep over the parents of the students, including those ladies who were crying particularly miserably. Zhou Leng seriously suspected that they were having an affair with Wang Jian.

The school leaders gave 50,000 yuan out of humanitarianism. Zhou Leng naturally did not refuse and bowed to express his gratitude.

Wang Chenxuan looked at his mother's haggard face, and a deep sadness welled up in his heart. He was afraid that his mother could not bear this sudden and huge blow. He already had no father, and he could not lose his mother again.

Wang Chenxuan took care of every detail of Wang Jian's funeral. From contacting the funeral home to arranging the funeral ceremony, from purchasing the urn to handling various trivial matters, he did it all himself. He hoped that through his efforts, his father would pass away peacefully and his mother would feel a little more at ease.

Since the accident, Zhou Leng seemed to be in a state of confusion. Her spirit seemed to be drained away, and she seemed indifferent to everything around her. Seeing this, everyone tried to avoid mentioning topics that might touch her sad memories, which was a rare opportunity for her to have peace of mind.

In fact, Zhou Leng was daydreaming about his property and future plans.