After Marrying The Evil God

31- meng xing

A passerby whose phone was raised to take a photo replied: "Someone's going to jump off a building!"

"What? Jump off a building?" The driver suddenly became energetic, stretching his head out of his car window, "Why jump off a building?"

"Who knows, youngsters nowadays all have such fragile mentalities, always threatening to kill themselves. They're nothing like our generation, properly enduring everything no matter how hard it was." A middle-aged man said.
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A housewife riding an electric scooter said impatiently: "If they want to jump then jump quickly, causing this traffic jam that's annoying me to death. I still need to hurry home and cook for my husband and children."

"It's been so long yet you haven't jumped, jump! Coward!" A group of messy-looking adolescents yelled a sentence together. After provoking and being yelled at by the police, those few gangsters immediately snuck into the crowd and fled.

"The person who's jumping seems to be our school's, that uh, Meng Xing..." Several young girls gathered together, whispering.

"Ah? It is him. No wonder he wants to jump off a building. If I were him, I wouldn't have the face to live either."

"Forget it. Right now, let's not say anything sarcastic; a person's life is at stake." A girl who went with them persuaded her companions.

With someone atop a high-rise building, all thoughts and hopes were dashed, and all of the onlookers' expressions were different. Some were coldly looking on, some were staring indifferently, some were watching with schadenfreude, some with excitement, and some with compassion and worry. In short, it confirmed: the joys and sorrows of human beings were not interlinked.

Qi Baicha looked up. He had excellent eyesight, and could clearly see the top of the city's most prosperous skyscraper. At a height of twenty-three stories, a handsome boy climbed over the guardrail and stood on the edge of the roof, looking down at the neon lights below him, listening to the people's voices, looking cold and lonely.

Both physically and mentally, he was in extreme danger.

The police and firefighters had reached the top floor, but they all stayed a certain distance away and dared not approach, in fear of irritating the boy.

They were yelling desperately, trying their best to persuade him.

"Young man! Calm down a bit!"

"You're still very young, only twenty years old. You still have a long way to go in life, as well as years of youth! Are you willing to stop here?"

"Think about your parents and family. There are still many people in the world who love you... Can you bear to leave them..." That sentence hadn't been finished when the policeman beside him hurriedly whispered: "He's an orphan."

The boy was just wearing the uniform of the nearby conservatory, and this amount of time was enough for them to find out the identity of the boy.

They became distressed after finishing their investigation. An orphan at birth, had excellent grades since young, and admitted to the best conservatory in the country at age 16. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him a genius.

It was a pity that he was introverted, and talent that was too dazzling attracted envy, so his reputation at school wasn't very good. Recently, there was also an incident, which made him fall completely to the bottom.

It was also probably because of that incident, that the psychological pressure became too great and made him have a mental breakdown.

"..." The policeman who was shouting hated that he couldn't slap himself. Isn't this saying what shouldn't be said?