Being a wise man, I am serious

Chapter 227 A Suicide Note

Qin Xiong didn't know what the guys were muttering outside, he only knew that when he and Tang Qingya came out, the three of them laughed mysteriously, as if he had done something shameful inside.

However, when Tang Qingya organized everyone to go to Wenyuan Pavilion for a dinner together, Jiang Ren refused, refusing to go with them desperately.

Thinking of the last time Jiang Ren ate at the buffet, he couldn't help feeling sad and burst into tears. Qin Xiong asked Tang Qingya to arrange someone to go there first, and walked into Jiang Ren's room by himself.

"Why, are you afraid that you will cry again this time and be laughed at? Don't worry, no one will say anything. Even if you really laughed at you, don't take it seriously. Everyone has no malicious intentions." Qin Xiong comforted.

"It's not for this reason. I know that everyone treats me very well, and I don't have too many bad intentions. I just want to type well and don't want to waste too much time." Jiang Ren said.

"Have you got Calvin today? How about this, you go over to have a meal with me, and after you finish eating, you can come back early, and I will send you off alone when I arrive, an hour at most." Qin Xiong asked.

"No need, it's too troublesome to go back and forth." Jiang Ren insisted.

Qin Xiong looked it over carefully, and asked, "Do you have something on your mind?"

"No, it's pretty good here, and I can concentrate on creating. I'm quite satisfied." Jiang Ren said.

At this time, Tang Qingya had already started calling to remind herself.

Qin Xiong hesitated for a moment, and said, "Why don't I give you a mobile phone, so it will be more convenient for everyone to add friends and chat..."

"It has nothing to do with the mobile phone. I'm used to the days without the interruption of the mobile phone. I just don't want to go." Jiang Ren said.

"Well, writing a book is very important, but self-regulation is also very important. Don't make it too difficult for yourself. Everyone has their own flowering period. Believe in yourself." After Qin Xiong finished speaking, he patted Jiang Ren on the shoulder to show encourage.

After leaving the room, Qin Xiong got into the BMW and found that Tang Qingya was still waiting for him.

"Why didn't you go with everyone?" Qin Xiong asked.

"Don't worry, the dishes have been ordered in advance. If my sister comes over, it won't affect the progress of serving and eating." Tang Qingya said.

"It's okay, I always feel that Jiang Ren's mood is a little bit wrong today." Qin Xiong started the car while talking to himself.

"Maybe it's because the old book is over..." Tang Qingya said.

"His old book is finished? Didn't he say that he will write [-] million words?" Qin Xiong was a little surprised.

"Well, it was finished this morning, 888 million words." Tang Qingya said.

"How's the data now?" Qin Xiong asked.

"It's still not improving, it's very rushing." Tang Qingya.

"Did he say anything about opening a new book?" Qin Xiong asked again.

"I didn't mention it in the closing testimonials. It was quite sad to read. Looking back at the persistence and dedication of the past five years, I almost cried." Tang Qingya said.

Hearing this, Qin Xiong suddenly braked, turned around quickly, and rushed to the writer's village.

"What are you doing?" Tang Qingya asked puzzled.

"This guy doesn't want to commit suicide, does he?" Qin Xiong said while speeding up.

"Probably not, his dream hasn't come true yet." Tang Qingya said uncertainly.

"Dreams are achieved and dreams are shattered, both may go to extremes. Those who succeed may commit suicide, and those who fail are more likely to commit suicide..." After Qin Xiong stopped the car, he hurried upstairs and directly broke into Jiang Ren's room.

Sure enough, there was no one in the room, but there was a piece of paper and a bank card on the desk.

Qin Xiong felt a "thump" in his heart, and immediately opened it.

"Boss, friends from Writers' Village:
The days in the writer's village were the simplest and most happy time in my life. I didn't have to worry about eating and drinking, and I only needed to concentrate on coding. But it was also because of this that I realized that my lack of grades had nothing to do with the influence of the outside world. The failure is really just limited talent.

By the time you read this letter, I may not be here anymore. As an older writer with limited talent, the longer I persist, the less hope of success I feel. Maybe I am really not suitable for writing.

However, when I think about it carefully, I don’t seem to have anything I really know how to do or want to do other than writing. I spent the best years of my life on writing, but I still didn’t get the results I wanted. I don’t complain. Anyone, I've really tried my best.

Five years ago, I insisted on writing, and I had a big fight with my father, who was so angry that he had a heart attack, which was not rescued in the hospital.

Three years ago, my mother was also depressed because of this incident, and later passed away due to illness. Apart from my love of writing, I have no worries or sustenance.

I'm just not reconciled, I'm not reconciled to paying such a high price and putting in so much effort, but I still end up like this, but now I finally know that people are different, and some people are born mediocre , cannot resist fate, can only submit to fate...

I don't want to continue to resist, but I don't want to succumb to this, so I just want to leave this world quietly alone, maybe this is my last stubbornness.

Boss, I'm sorry, I know that such a choice may hurt you, but all of this really has nothing to do with you, it's because I'm too fragile.

I am in my hometown, and there is a house left by my parents (address: ...), in the countryside, not worth much, if you want, you can take over and handle it for me, and I am willing to donate the money from the sale to the Writers Village for free...

Saying goodbye like this, I still have some regrets in my heart. I am 28 years old, but I haven’t even touched a woman’s hand, but this is also very good. Poor genes like me should have been eliminated by nature long ago...

In fact, when I came to the Writers Village, I had repeatedly considered the issue of death. I came here just to make a final struggle, but the miracle still did not happen. I admitted it and was tired.

I know that cremation requires a lot of money, and buying a cemetery also requires money, but I really don’t have much cash on my card, and the password is ****. It should be enough to pay for the cremation. After I die, please trouble Xiong My brother scattered my ashes directly into the Yangtze River. If you don’t want to go too far, you can also scatter my ashes in Dazhou Lake, which is acceptable.

In terms of writing, I have not been able to leave any traces in this field, and there are very few readers. In this world, I don’t want to leave too many traces. After death, I will gather a handful of ashes and blend into the world, which is very good...

I have always felt that life is mortal, and only death is our final destination. I just took a few steps earlier.

That's all for now. Farewell, folks! ——Jiang Ren's last pen. "

"There is no information about whereabouts left in the suicide note." Qin Xiong felt heavy after reading it hastily.

"What should we do now? Should we call the police?" When Qin Xiong was reading the suicide note, Tang Qingya was also reading it.

"Call the police first, I'll look around here." Qin Xiong said eagerly, and ran downstairs after speaking.

"Shouldn't we check upstairs first?" Tang Qingya asked in fear.

"With his kind nature, he definitely wouldn't jump off the building with me." Since Jiang Ren didn't have a mobile phone, Qin Xiong couldn't contact him, so he could only rush to the nearby pond in a hurry.

At the same time, he was also eagerly looking for Jiang Ren's information in the cell phone monitoring app.

Combined with the time he talked just now and the time he left, and there is no bus here, Jiang Ren shouldn't have traveled too far in half an hour.

However, the surrounding area of ​​the pond was pitch black. Qin Xiong looked at it with his mobile phone, but he couldn't see anything unusual, and he couldn't hear the sound of someone "thumping".

Finally, in the surveillance of Building 3, he saw that Jiang Ren seemed to be heading for the Dazhou Lake Wetland.

The waters there are vast and the lake is deeper. If Jiang Ren wants to commit suicide, it is indeed the best place to go.

With this in mind, Qin Xiong immediately ran along the path towards Dazhou Lake.

He didn't dare to yell desperately, for he was afraid that if he yelled, the other party would be frightened, and his determination and action to commit suicide would become more determined...

　One thought of life, one thought of death, I hope all my friends can treat life kindly and live well...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)