Depressed wife runs with the ball

Chu Yue, dressed in black, stood on the rocks by the coast, lost in thought for the entire night. Perhaps because she blended in with the darkness, no one noticed her in the nearby hotels or the busy streets. She just stared at the sea, lost in thought for the entire night.

Jiaojiao committed suicide! This was the message she received in the high school group chat two days ago. At that time, she was still working overtime at the company, and it was also at night. The time displayed above the WeChat message was 21:39.

Jiaojiao was her childhood friend in the countryside. Although she dropped out of high school after only two years, the two of them have always been in contact.

She came from a poor family, or rather, from a poor upbringing. She had lazy gambling parents and a younger brother, so her parents made her drop out of school. After two years of working away from home, they started arranging blind dates and marriages for her.

Several classmates came together to pay their respects, and Chu Yue also came along. The two were in the same class from elementary school, junior high school, and high school. In fact, her grades were even better than Chu Yue's. If she continued to study, she should have a good future.

Chu Yue sat at the banquet, feeling very reserved. He had hoped to go forward and see Jiaojiao for the last time, but in the end only some close relatives were allowed to circle around the coffin.

At the banquet, several male high school classmates whispered and passed the buck to each other, hoping that someone would start by asking Chu Yue. In the end, Jia Yan, who was sitting diagonally across from them, asked first: "Yuer, where have you been? Your high school class teacher said that you haven't contacted us since you were admitted to the Art Academy."

Chu Yue had a cold, aloof look. Even without makeup, she was the kind of pretty girl who would be instantly noticeable in a crowd. But now, at this funeral, her eyes held a hint of melancholy, so much so that the male students at the table didn't dare speak to her.

"I'm busy making money." No one would believe her words. Just standing there with that face, it goes without saying how many wealthy men would want to flirt with her. Besides, everyone in the village knew her parents made a lot of money doing business outside and bought a villa in the city. But to her, it was the truth.

Her university tuition and living expenses were indeed provided by her parents, but she worked during the winter and summer vacations, and continued to save money after she started working. Finally, half a year after graduation, she paid back all the tuition and living expenses to them.

Another male classmate next to me asked, "Where do you work? Vaughan? What do you do?"

She stared at the tea in her cup and smiled faintly, "Yes." She was frugal with her words, as if they were just strangers. Ever since her grandmother passed away, she hadn't been willing to get too close to or talk to anyone, except Jiaojiao, who lay in the coffin.

The two students who had spoken began to lower their heads and whisper. The child sitting next to Chu Yue tapped his bowl impatiently, complaining that the meal hadn't started yet. Two middle-aged women nearby began to discuss Jiaojiao's death.

"The child is still so young, I'll be sorry for him in the future."

"Oh, who can stand being beaten every other day?"

Although the two covered their mouths while talking, Chu Yue still heard it. It turned out that Jiaojiao committed suicide because she could not bear the domestic violence.

"I heard that they had to pay the girl's family a large sum of money as compensation, so they stopped making trouble."

"After being married for six or seven years and having two daughters, who wouldn't want to be beaten?"

Chu Yue felt uncomfortable after hearing this and stood up to go out for some fresh air. Yapeng at the table followed her closely and comforted her, "Everyone has their own destiny. Don't be too sad." Then he handed her a bottle of mineral water. Chu Yue thanked him politely and took the water without drinking it.

"Please tell them that I have something to do, so I'll go back first." Without being able to see Jiaojiao, she felt that there was no point in staying any longer.

When my grandmother passed away, she had already finished the college entrance examination and was waiting for the admission notice. The moment the postal letter arrived, my grandmother was sitting on a recliner. The palm-leaf fan she was fanning in her hand suddenly stopped. She smiled and waved to her granddaughter who was running towards her with the notice in her hand, and then passed away.

After her parents came from the city to attend her grandmother's funeral, she packed up her things and moved into the attic of a villa in the city, and never returned to the village.

"Where are you going? Don't you want to go back to your old house? I'll take you there!" Yapeng's hand that was lighting a cigarette suddenly stopped and he shouted at the figure.

Chu Yue waved behind her without looking back. She still had to go back to the hotel in the suburbs. The old house had ceased to be the home she remembered it as the moment her grandmother passed away, and going back would only add to her grief.

After taking a taxi back to the hotel, she sat on the rocks on the beach next to the hotel. Last month, she told Jiaojiao on QQ that her boyfriend broke up with her, and Jiaojiao comforted her: He is a scumbag and it is not worth being sad.

The sun rose in the early morning, the sea sparkled, and the air was filled with the salty smell of the sea. She stared at the water beneath the reef, feeling the waves crashing against the reef layer after layer. It seemed that there was something hidden under the water, waiting for her to explore. She stood up, closed her eyes, and told herself to calm down and take a deep breath.

When he opened his eyes again, Jiaojiao and his grandmother were reflected in the sea. His grandmother opened her mouth and said, "Duobao, grandma is here! Come quickly!"

She bent down and couldn't help but shout, "Grandma."

Zhou Xingzhi stared at the figure on the reef for a long time on the shore. She stood up and squatted down, and his heart trembled. He didn't know whether this person really wanted to commit suicide or was watching the sunrise. Seeing her bend down again, he was so anxious that he simply opened the lock of the railing and walked into the beach.

Every year, many people stand on that reef and try to commit suicide. The police station has to send someone to guard it. Although surveillance cameras have been installed, they still can't stop them. Later, they just submit a report to apply to move away, and the approval process has not been completed yet.

"Hey, uh...that person! What are you doing?" Although I can see the flowing long hair, it is difficult to tell whether it is a man or a woman from the back, so I can only pick a name that is not wrong.

Chu Yue didn't hear the sound behind her at all. She just felt that her grandmother and Jiaojiao were sinking deeper and deeper into the sea. She could no longer hear what they were saying. The sea water suddenly turned black, staring at her like an abyss.

She suddenly felt that if she lay down in the sea, all the bad emotions and sad things would go away from her. She would be freed from the blood vessels that bound her and sleep forever in the sea. Isn't this a perfect ending?

The voice in her head kept urging her to jump down. Her black lace shirt fluttered in the morning breeze, and the white flower on her chest seemed to be seeing her off. She straightened her back, opened her arms, and jumped. Waiting for her below was her grandmother's warm embrace.

Zhou Xingzhi was just walking, but when he saw her suddenly open her arms, he had no choice but to run, shouting, "Don't jump!"

With a loud splash, Chu Yue fell into the sea. Pain from the impact of the reef lingered on her forehead. The faint smell of blood drifted away and diluted with the water. The seawater engulfed her body, dragging it deeper and deeper into the darkness, like an all-embracing embrace. It was the scent of her grandmother. Then, seawater began to fill her nostrils, making her breath difficult, uncomfortable, and suffocating.

A figure splashed down from the light on the water and swam towards her. She said, "Grandma, Jiaojiao, is that you?" A string of bubbles popped up in the water, rising up with light and shadow, beautiful and short-lived.

The figure swimming towards her gradually grew larger, baring its fangs and claws, like a toad, with a halo surrounding its body. As expected, people who are not loved are only worthy of seeing ugly things.

Zhou Xingzhi dragged the person up with great effort, and then he could see clearly that it was a girl, fair and clean, cold and quiet, wearing a black hip skirt. She was unconscious, with a white flower on her chest. He guessed that she must have jumped into the sea to commit suicide because she could not accept the death of her family.

There was no time to take a closer look. He found a good position, pressed her chest, and performed artificial respiration. It was really a physical job. Seeing that she was choking on water and confirming that her life was not in danger, he sat aside to rest.

He took the intercom, said a few words, and then said to the person next to him: "There is still a long way to go, don't always look at the bad side."

Chu Yue seemed to hear her grandmother's voice and opened her blurry eyes.