November 7, 2014, at exactly 1:00 pm.

"Damn it! The line is broken again! What's the point of breaking it!" Zhang Mu grabbed the mouse angrily and smashed it on the monitor, roaring at the top of his lungs.

"What are you shouting, what are you shouting?" Zhang Mu's father rushed in from the outer room, glanced at his son, looked at the mess inside, shook his head in disappointment, "Why did our Zhang family produce such a useless waste? What else have you done in the past two years besides playing games online every day? Let me tell you the truth, I cut the internet cable, so you'd better find a job for me! A 25-year-old doesn't do serious business all day long, what does it look like? Look in the mirror yourself, do you still look like a person?"

"Fuck, what's wrong with me playing games? I spend five dollars and three meals every day, and I muttered in my ears all day long, are you annoyed? Are you tired?" Zhang Mu jumped up and waved his fists and roared: "Don't care about me! Have you forgotten that you broke the father-son relationship a year ago, and you can't control me now!"

"You, you... bastard, you..." Zhang Yunfei suddenly covered his heart and took a few steps back. When his mother heard the father and son quarrel, she hurriedly ran out of the kitchen. She looked at her shaking husband and said anxiously: "Oh, Lao Zhang, Lao Zhang? Xiao Mu, you don't know that your father has a bad heart! Why are you still angry with him? Lao Zhang, are you okay?"

"Who asked him to cut my network cable..." Zhang Mu's tone suddenly softened. He found that his father seemed to have a heart attack. He quickly helped his father up to rest aside, grabbed the phone and called an ambulance.

Guangshi Hospital, outside the emergency room door, at 3:37.

"Mom, stop crying, dad is definitely fine. This is not the first time he has been sick." Zhang Mu felt very uncomfortable while sitting next to his mother.

After a while, the doctor came out and shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, we've tried our best."

At 3:37, Zhang Yunfei suffered a heart attack at the age of 50.

When the five words "We did our best" popped out of the doctor's mouth, my mother collapsed in the corridor in the dark. Zhang Mu felt dizzy and staggered back to the chair. The face that had lost color due to long-term computer radiation was twitching irregularly, causing her short hearing to lose.

"Hurry, hurry, this patient's family can't do it anymore." At the shout of the doctor, two nurses rushed over, carried their mother to a stretcher, and sent them to the ward.

On the same day, at 4:17, his mother Liu Yueru died of cerebral hemorrhage at the age of 46 due to her unbearable attack on her husband's death.

"Mom! Dad!"

"Mom! Dad!"

Zhang Mu knelt in front of his parents' bodies, crying heartbrokenly. If a doctor hadn't forced him away, Zhang Mu would have probably cried to death in the hospital.

On the same day, at 7:20 pm.

Zhang Mu walked on the streets of Guangshi like a wandering soul. The eyes of passers-by stabbed his heart like a knife. In just a few hours, he lost his parents and felt that he was about to collapse.

Zhang Mu sat on the side of the road and took out his cell phone in a daze. He wanted to find someone to cry about his bizarre experience. He suddenly thought of someone, his ex-girlfriend, Deng Jie.

"Hey..." Zhang Mu said in a crying voice.

"Who are you?" A woman's voice came from the opposite side.

"It's me, Zhang Mu."

"Uh, Amu, what's wrong with you? Why did you call me?" The woman seemed quite surprised.

"I, something happened to my family. Can you come out to talk to you? I'm so uncomfortable now."

"It's so late now. My boyfriend is coming home from get off work soon. The dishes have been cooked for him. Maybe it's not very convenient."

"Please come out and talk to me. I feel really uncomfortable."

At this time, a man's voice came from the phone: "Little baby, your dearest husband is back. Hey, are you talking on the phone? Sorry, I was wrong."

"Amu, do you still remember how I begged you to come out to accompany me before? Sorry, I'm going to die."

"Xiaojie, Xiaojie!"

At 9:45 at night, Zhang Mu came to his former friend’s door in a drunken manner, looked at the second floor, and shouted: “Fatty, fat man!”

"Pai." The window opened, and a round head stretched out from the room. His surname was Chen, Chen Xiaochao.

Chen Xiaochao frowned, looked at Zhang Mu, and said with a strange expression: "Yo, isn't this the boss of the Invincible First Gang, the 'Seventy-Two-Winged Angel'?"

"Open the door, I want to go in." Zhang Mu said drunk.

Chen Xiaochao said angrily: "That's a big deal! Are you fucking wrong? We have been breaking up for a year and a half, and have you forgotten?"

"I, no, I didn't forget. I was wrong at the beginning. I apologized to you... I was wrong, open the door." Zhang Mu's body shaking, and finally slipped under his feet and fell on the road.

"You are fucking abnormal today. Something happened?" Chen Xiaochao asked on the windowsill.

"Hehehehehe, yes." Zhang Mu smiled foolishly, "My dad was so angry that I, my mom was dead too. I called Xiaojie. No matter how I beg her, she wouldn't want to come out. You are the only one left... Fatty, open the door quickly and let me in."

Chen Xiaochao felt the seriousness of the matter, but his fat body didn't move. He said in a deep voice: "Amu, when Xiaojie knelt downstairs of your house and begged you to see her, you seemed to ignore him, right? Also, I quarreled with my dad for three days and stayed at your house for three days because I moved your game account and I was kicked out of my house by my dad for two months. Do you still remember? You guys are still today?"

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I knew I was wrong." Zhang Mu lay on the road, tears falling like rain.

"Amu, for the sake of being my best brother before, I will teach you a way to avoid pain forever." Chen Xiaochao said with a smile: "Why don't you die a selfish, cold-blooded, and ruthless guy like you?"

"Die...? Yes, why didn't I expect it? Yes, you are so smart, I, I'll die!"
Chapter completed!