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Zhu Hui had not attended school for three days due to her illness, and rumors about her serious condition were swirling around the campus. There were many versions of the story; some claimed she was gravely ill, hanging by a thread, and that her grandmother had even dressed her in a proper burial outfit, preparing to send her on her way to the afterlife. Others insisted that she was not sick at all, but rather hiding at home, too ashamed to face anyone after the incident with the school broadcast.
Yang Qianfan felt a deep sense of guilt upon hearing these rumors, and he was consumed by anxiety every day. He would feign indifference as he made his way to Zhu Hui's classroom, desperately seeking an opportunity to catch a glimpse of her and see if she had returned to school.
Guilt is a cruel poison that slowly erodes a person's spirit, leading them to doubt everything around them. Yang Qianfan was tormented by this feeling, his mind and body frayed and exhausted. If Zhu Hui truly could not return to class, he feared he might follow her into despair. After much contemplation, he decided that rather than waiting helplessly at school, it would be better to go directly to her home and find out the truth—whether she was truly unwell or merely pretending.
After some inquiries, he finally learned the address of Zhu Hui's home. Following the directions, he arrived at a dilapidated three-story old house. The building had twelve rooms in total, but he had no idea which floor or room Zhu Hui lived in. As he stood downstairs feeling anxious, a rooster suddenly crowed nearby. He turned to see a leisurely rooster strutting past him with its tail held high, showing no fear of his presence. This sight only added to his frustration; he felt compelled to confront the arrogant bird. Just as he lifted his leg to kick it, he noticed several elderly women sitting nearby, engrossed in a card game. He figured they might know where Zhu Hui lived, so he decided to ignore the cocky rooster and hurried over to greet them.
Upon seeing a stranger approach, the elderly women were cautious and asked him questions.
"Who are you in relation to Zhu Hui? What do you want with her?" one of the women asked carefully.
"I—I'm not related to her; I'm just delivering gas," Yang Qianfan replied, hoping that claiming to be a gas delivery person would keep them from prying too much.
"Delivering gas? Really? When did Zhu Old Lady become so generous as to use gas?" The women laughed heartily at the thought of Zhu Old Lady using gas for cooking.
"I—I don't know about that; I'm just here to deliver gas," Yang Qianfan replied impatiently.
"Then where's the gas you're delivering?" one woman asked skeptically, scrutinizing him with her cloudy eyes as if pondering something.
"I—I need to pick up the gas can from her house first before I can deliver it!" Yang Qianfan was growing increasingly annoyed with their incessant questioning.
"Then you shouldn't say you're delivering gas! You should just say you're here for the gas can," another woman corrected him slowly.
"Got it, got it," Yang Qianfan said dismissively, too weary to argue further.
Seeing that he was well-dressed and tall with an impressive demeanor, the elderly women finally relaxed and informed him that Zhu Hui lived in the third room on the second floor. After thanking them, Yang Qianfan rushed upstairs. The elderly women watched him go with shaking heads, lamenting how difficult life was for young people today. Even someone as tall and handsome as him struggled to find decent work and had to make ends meet by delivering gas. They couldn't help but feel sympathy for their own grandchildren who were of similar age and sighed over how times had changed for the worse.
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