"Old Wei, the smog has been too serious recently. Our air purifier has just changed to the filter element. I will use my mother's place for a few days..."

"And your razor, I think it's very useful. Give it to my brother. His family is not in good condition. If you have time, buy one..."

"The refrigerator is almost empty, you can go out to purchase later..."

"Didn't you take the things back to your parents' home?" Wei Wuxian, who had been sitting on the sofa and watching his wife plunder the things at home like a gyroscope, finally spoke.

"Old Wei, why are you doing? You have to settle the score with me? We agreed before getting married. My family is not in good condition. Do I have to subsidize my family? You agree."

"Um."

Every quarrel in the past is enough to show that Wei Wuxian can't say that this woman with sharp teeth.

He could only mumble and go out to avoid the quarrel that was about to break out.

When he left the door, he remembered the news again and forgot to tell her.

Wei Wuxian is unemployed.

He worked as a department head in an Internet company, which was a job with good income, but who would have thought that the company was acquired in an instant and half of its non-core business was cut off in an instant.

Unfortunately, the department he led was also among them.

Wei Wuxian is actually not very scared. He has long since passed his thirties to continue working overtime day and night - especially, not long ago, he witnessed a colleague's cerebral infarction and died in the office next door.

Overwork death always seems to be linked to these entrepreneurial Internet companies.

Wei Wuxian was actually a little happy. A buddy had instigated him to open a bar for a while. He had been hesitating. Now, the right time, place, people and people are finally suitable. He can fulfill his dreams, poetry and distance.

But he checked his bank account, the zero before the decimal point and the two numbers after the decimal point made him dizzy.

"Where is the money?" he asked his wife Du Ruo.

"What's the money?"

"Our family's money! Save! The money I have earned over the years, you said you can save it for me, so we can do some business in the future...what is the money?"

"Oh... that... I'm not thinking that it's not easy for my parents to raise me, I should repay you... Don't be anxious about me, look at you, you're petty. Can parents spend our money? In the end, they're all saving for us..."

"Then you go and come back."

"This... Lao Wei, what happened to you today? Why did you suddenly ask about money?... All of this has been given. If you ask for it again, I will be too embarrassed..."

Wei Wuxian knew that the water he poured out might not be taken back. He held his trembling fist and struggled to death, "I'm unemployed."

When he said this, his voice trembled a little. He didn't know whether he would be greeted with a more violent storm or his sincere help from his wife. Although he knew that the latter was minimal, he was still willing to list this possibility, even if it was to comfort himself.

If you live with a woman like Du Ruo, if you don’t have a little Ah Q’s spirit, you will be depressed.

"What?!" Du Ruo was startled at first. Usually she was concerned about Wei Wuxian, "You are a big man, unemployed? Why, you don't make money to support your family? You still want me to get money from your parents..."

Wei Wuxian's clenched fists loosened.

He suddenly saw the green-haired turtle raised in the fish tank in the living room. The more he looked at it, the more he looked like him.

The green-haired turtle is carrying a shell and can still swim in the world of the fish tank, and can still not worry about food and drink. What about yourself? The wife and the whole family are going to be overwhelmed by breath.

Wei Wuxian could no longer be angry. He only hated that this woman would drag him down like this.

When he walked aimlessly on the street, he felt that he should do something.

An hour later, he made the decision.

He first took a subway to the southern suburbs - he hadn't taken the subway for several years. Today is a weekday, and it was at the end of the morning rush hour, and there were still many people on the subway. This reminded Wei Wuxian of the days when he started his business. Isn't that the way he was?

Now that the bitterness is over, why haven’t I tasted the sweetness I have received after fighting for youth?

He looked at the living lives around him, and was so envious. If time could go back and he had the chance to make a new choice, he would definitely not live like this.

But now it has come...

In the southern suburbs, Wei Wuxian's home was once in the village here, but it was moved away one after another from his parents' generation.

Wei Wuxian remembered that when he was a child, his father took him back to visit his grandparents.

He hadn't returned to this place for many years. Surprisingly, he quickly found the village and the grave of his grandparents.

He also regretted not bringing some soju and paper money. He remembered that his grandfather used to love drinking soju and grandmother had to burn him two taels of rice every meal.

But it doesn't matter, we'll meet soon.

He said something to his grandparents in his heart, admitted some things, and repented about some things.

Then, he hiked to the nearby farmers' market.

He needed a few handy tools, and the farmers' market was the best choice. The goods there were naturally a rough atmosphere, as if they could kill people by hitting, hitting, hooking and stabbing.

There are no surveillance cameras there, and there is no evidence for death.

When he walked into the farmers' market, Wei Wuxian first caught a hook, which was the iron hook used to hook large pieces of pork, beef and mutton at the meat stall.

The thing looks extremely thick and sharp.

He even thought of his wife Du Ruo being hooked on it.

The iron hook pierced from the neck directly under her chin, passed through the cruel tongue, and hugged it straight into her mind. She stared in panic and her body was spasm.

Wei Wuxian had fantasized and felt it was really good.

But rational told him again that he could not buy the iron hook, and he couldn't even ask.

I went to buy an iron hook at the meat stall, for fear that the meat stall owner would not remember him?

Low-key, low-key, he needs more ordinary tools and unobtrusive ways to buy.

When Wei Wuxian walked out of the farmers' market, he had two more black plastic bags in his hand.

One of them had a watermelon knife of at least 20 cm. The stall owner kept praising Wei Wuxian: "Just use it with confidence, don't you take it back quickly. I'm here every day, so I can get it back."

Return and exchange? Haha. Wei Wuxian was in a good mood and thanked him politely.

Another plastic bag is a bundle of hemp rope.

"It's so good to tie the sacks back! I don't have to buy ropes at home for three years!"

Maybe it's because I haven't visited the farmers' market for too long, Wei Wuxian thinks the things here are really cheap.

When he paid, he even wanted to say "Don't look for it", but in the end he held it back.

Calm, calm.

When he thought of getting rid of that woman, his heart was irresistible and joyful.
Chapter completed!