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"I've had enough."
This is the fourth year that Zhang Yichi feels that the sound of rain outside the window is more disturbing than the sound of car horns. Once upon a time, the sound of rain was his favorite sound, which could relax him from anxiety.
After muttering to himself calmly, Zhang Yichi closed the software that entered the book information, shut down the computer, and then completed the resignation procedures neatly, turning from a librarian into an unemployed vagrant in the blink of an eye.
This decision was sudden, but it also made him feel relieved.
Having worked here for two years, Zhang Yichi was free and easy when he left, without saying goodbye to any of his colleagues who he had been with day and night. He held up a black umbrella and walked out of the library alone. The sky outside was gloomy, and raindrops were falling.
The top of the umbrella made a dense "click-click" sound. Accompanied by this sound, he walked in the direction of home out of place in the bustling lights.
The community where Zhang Yichi lives is an old-fashioned community. It is not far from the library where he works. It usually takes less than fifteen minutes to walk there.
His parents had pooled their money to buy the house a few years after he was born, so it was about twenty years ago now. He accidentally heard the aunt in the community say that a developer had recently taken a fancy to this land, and they thought the market would
The existence of such an old-fashioned community in a prosperous central area is simply a waste of money, so we plan to demolish this community and build a shopping mall.
Zhang Yichi himself did not follow up on the subsequent situation, so he could not guess the day on which the house would fall down with a loud bang, kicking up dust several feet high.
Walking into the community, Zhang Yichi felt quite comfortable with the cool wind blowing on his face. He walked quickly and returned home in a short while.
The area of Zhang Yichi's house is about 80 square meters. The house is very clean and tidy. There are always quarrels and curses between young couples upstairs every night, which adds a little life to his house. Zhang Yichi went home and put away his umbrella.
The black coat was hung on the hanger, I changed into my shoes and went straight into the study.
His father divorced his mother in his early years and has never been involved in his life since then and has completely cut off contact. His mother died of illness four years ago when he was a junior in college. He rarely interacts with relatives and friends, and is usually alone at home.
Therefore, one of the two bedrooms is used for sleeping, and the other is simply used as a study room.
There are two rows of bookshelves in the study room, filled with all kinds of books. He loved reading books since he was a child, and his mother always selected suitable books for him. Later, when he graduated from college and went to work in a library, he didn't buy many books.
"Crack."
Zhang Yichi sat down at the desk, took out his cigarette case, pulled out a cigarette and lit it.
"Hiss...hoo..."
He leaned on the chair and raised his head slightly, with smoke filling his eyes. After a while, the rain outside the window became heavier. He stood up with a cigarette in his mouth and pulled out a few pieces of letter paper from the bookshelf.
After sitting down again, Zhang Yichi laid out the letter paper, picked up the dark green pen on the side, and planned to write a suicide note.
As soon as he lifted the pen with ease, Zhang Yichi stopped. His mind went blank and he didn't know what to write. It seemed that there was nothing in this world worth describing at the end of his life. After thinking for a moment, he briefly wrote