Quick Travel: Crazy Literature

On the day of their divorce, Ma, Baowen and the other two sincerely thought that they would have a better life, so he changed his previous decadence, tidied himself up and started looking for a new job. This time he was ambitious and really found a new unit with his several years of experience as a director. He suddenly felt free and easy after Heshan was gone.

He began to imagine a better future.

But in this day and age when most people still rely on connections and relationships, his position had actually been targeted by others for a long time. Because Ma Baowen had enough experience, the superiors chose him, and he was hated by others. People were affectionate to him on the surface, but they were thinking about how to stab him in the back behind his back, but he was stupid enough to notice nothing.

A few days later, because Heshan was secretly doing something behind the scenes, the original factory really wanted to take back the house. When the mother and son received the news, they felt like a bolt from the blue. Mrs. Hu wanted to throw a tantrum and argue. If they lost the house, where would they live? There was no place to put their household registration, and it was not so easy to rent a house in the city. It was either expensive or shabby.

But Ma Baowen frowned and stopped her: "Forget it, Mom. It's not easy working in the factory. Let's just move." The person who came to notify him really didn't expect him to agree so easily. This is a house!

Old Mrs. Hu pinched her son hard from behind. Seeing that he was enduring the pain to take the documents and sign them, she became so angry that she started to curse. Ma Baowen smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Mom, stop being unreasonable." The look in his eyes was the same as the look he gave He Lili back then, with a bit of annoyance.

Mrs. Hu was startled and her hands unconsciously loosened their grip.

The person who delivered the materials tried hard to ignore this scene. Not wanting to cause trouble, he didn't say much. He quickly retracted his idiotic gaze, signed the materials neatly and ran away, fearing that Ma Baowen would change his mind and regret it.

Old Mrs. Hu couldn't stop it, and her heart gradually grew cold. She had been living alone in her hometown since her son got married, and she really didn't expect her son to have such a personality...

She took a deep breath, looked at him coldly, and asked where he would live in the future? Where else could he live? They only had a few days to move, and it would be best to rent a house. However, Old Lady Hu was a good hand in the village, but she was not good enough in this city. She was very stage-frightened and could not find a place.

Ma Baowen had no choice but to take a leave and go look for the house himself, but he was no better than Old Lady Hu. He was a coward, and he would not consciously flatter and admit defeat when someone raised their voice. The landlords were all very smart, and they would definitely rip him off. So the three of them finally moved into a dark and damp basement, and then there was a winter blizzard, which was too cold to stay in.

Under this circumstance, Ma Baowen looked very tired when he went to work. The person who was looking for trouble behind his back saw it, so he took his hand and talked to him about all sorts of things in a very touching way. Although Ma Baowen did not tell anyone about his past, he still got a lot of information out of him.

The person who was looking for trouble smelled something unusual and took the opportunity to check out Ma Baowen's former factory. He was shocked and exclaimed, "Wow!" He didn't expect that such an honest man like Ma Baowen would be fired because of such a thing. He was eager to get back on track and ruthlessly exposed the matter. As expected, Ma Baowen was persuaded to leave for the second time.

He could no longer rent a house and had lost his job. One thousand yuan seemed like a lot, but it would not last long. Ma Baowen suffered a heavy blow. He felt ashamed and embarrassed because of all the disappointments in his life.

He and Old Lady Hu also wanted to find Heshan to renegotiate the issue of property distribution. After all, the house was gone, so why should they have to raise the child and only get a smaller share?

But they could never find the person and their lives fell into a difficult situation. Someone spread Ma Baowen's story everywhere, especially in the factories. Almost everyone knew that a worker named Ma had been caught soliciting prostitution. No one cared about what happened behind the scenes, but if they didn't speak out against this kind of thing that was exposed in the open, they would appear to be dishonest.

In desperation and after the pain, the mother and son had no choice but to rent a house outside the city where they were unfamiliar. Although the house in their hometown could be renovated and lived in, it was really embarrassing to go back in such a disgrace.

But after moving out of the city, there are even fewer jobs to choose from. Ma Baowen doesn't know anything and can only do manual labor. However, he hasn't done heavy work for many years. When the original owner was around, he wouldn't even help if the oil bottle fell over. Oh, he only helps other people's family members and not his own family members.

As time went on, Ma Baowen became more and more unbearable. He was exhausted outside, and when he came home, his son had become ignorant for some reason. And his mother, Mrs. Hu, often complained about him, saying that he had given so much money to Heshan and should not return the house.

Every time Ma Baowen heard this, he would feel as if he had returned to his original home, where there was noise all day long. He held his head in pain and once again had the thought of dying.

That day, Ma Baowen dressed himself neatly and combed his hair several times.

When Mrs. Hu came back from washing clothes for others, she was stunned for a moment and asked, "Aren't you going to work today?"

Ma Baowen shook his head, with sadness and reluctance in his eyes: "I have something to do today, Mom..."

In the end, he didn't say anything. He glanced at his son who was playing at the wall, and walked out of the door resolutely. Old Mrs. Hu pounded her arms. She got fifty cents for washing clothes in the morning. She thought her son's behavior was strange, but she would be busy later and had no time to think about it.

A few miles away, the surface of the icy river was frozen, but it would break into pieces if you stepped on it.

Ma Baowen's feet were pricked by the cold river water and he shuddered for a moment, but soon he thought of these dark days for him, and he jumped in without hesitation.

The body was found on the river surface that afternoon.

Ma Baowen's death was like the sky falling for Old Lady Hu. She never expected that her son would be so extreme and would want to die. If he died, what would happen to her and her grandson? How would they live?

Heshan learned from Zhuzhu that Ma Baowen did not even write a suicide note this time.

This person...

6.

Heshan pretended that he didn't know about Ma Baowen's death, and even hid from Old Lady Hu who was looking for her everywhere. Even if she called the police, it would be useless. There were no mobile phones in those days, so it was really not easy to contact someone.

Old Mrs. Hu's plan failed, and she could only sadly drag her little burden Ma Xuezhao back to her hometown. Renting a house was not as cost-effective as returning home, and the house in her hometown was not that bad. She had exaggerated the story because she wanted to move to the city to live with her son.

Heshan wondered if the old woman would blame her for Ma Baowen's death this time.

of course!

Old Lady Hu thought that this was all Heshan's fault. If she had been more gentle and generous, how could she not have been able to tie her son down and let her son go out to find someone else? Moreover, she even called the police to arrest him. If she was sensible, she should not have used this method to harm her son, which led to a series of events that followed.