Don't be a Kept Man

Chapter 113: Something Stuck in My Heart

Warning: mentions of suicide

Chen Mei Ying had died on a rainy day. There was a very tiny screw, about the size of a pinky, that was normally used to hang up clothes, on the ceiling, and she bought a length of rope, stepped on a stool, and ended her life.

Hanging is a very painful death. It was not as peaceful as it would seem to be on TV. At first you won't die, and as humans, our natural instinct is to fight for our lives. So our hands and feet will start to struggle and flail in the air subconsciously. Our eyes will start to push out of their sockets, and our tongues will wag outside, and then after a long few minutes, our breathing will finally stop.

The way that Chen Mei Ying died was very frightening, and the neighbors who came to check up on her later had turned green to their stomachs. So what could be said of Bai Yang who spent the entire night with her body? He originally didn't like to talk, and after that incident, he had become even more silent. Slowly and slowly, others started to pass on that he was turning dumb, becoming mentally challenged.

Only Wen Chuo knew, he wasn't dumb. He had only suffered too much of a shock at that time.

Usually at 9pm, the restaurant would close up. But the business had been so dead that besides mosquitoes, only flies turned up with not a single human shadow to be seen. Liu Meng Meng looked out the door, but following the gust of humid air to her face, she quickly retreated,

"It wouldn't be raining soon, would it? Why is it so humid?"

She took down the clothes line stick and went upstairs to collect the clothes1. When she turned her head, she saw Bai Yang still sweeping, and she called out to him from far away,

"Bai Yang, you can close the door and get off work."

It was very dark out there, and there would be sudden gusts of humid winds blowing by occasionally. It would shake the tree branches, and these all looked to be signs that it would be raining soon. Each and every household began to rush to collect their clothes. Cans and bottles were aimlessly rolling around on the floor, clanking as they did, and soon the streets were emptied out.

Bai Yang stood at the doorway and looked up at the darkening sky. Whatever he was thinking of, he didn't go home immediately. Small droplets of rain started to fall unhesitatingly onto him, and his clothes very quickly became soaking wet.

Originally, Wen Chuo was lying in bed at home when he heard the sound of thunder coming down from outside. He suddenly remembered something and as if lava was burning him, he flew up from the bed and quickly rushed out the door. He was just at the fifth floor railing when he saw Bai Yang standing at the alley entrance. He waved over at him,

"Bai Yang! Come home!"

The distance was a bit far, so he didn't know if Bai Yang heard him or not. He stood in his original spot and dazedly looked around him before slowly walking over to the crosswalk. Wen Chuo was dumbfounded at this before cursing out quietly. He grabbed an umbrella and then flew down the stairs, chasing right after Bai Yang.

"What are you doing blindly running in the middle of the night! Going around making your blunders again! If you get lost, no one will come find you!"

Wen Chuo pulled him back from the road and covered his head with the dark blue checkered umbrella. It blocked the increasing downpour of rain, but Bai Yang did not seem to be willing to leave. He lowered his head and shrunk down into a ball, shaking his head fervidly, rejecting and afraid, struggling with all his life to tug his hand back.

"Stop making a scene! Let's go home!"

With the lightning and thunder, the umbrella was being blown askew. One half of Wen Chuo's clothes had been soaked through as, with some difficulty, he held the umbrella with one hand and the other was dragging Bai Yang towards their homes. Bai Yang was unwilling, grabbing onto the railing on the side and shrinking into a ball, not letting go with a deathly grip.