Zheng Peng committed suicide by jumping off the building.
The reasons are unknown and no one knows why.
Logically speaking, he didn't have any terminal illness, he just had a conflict with his wife. His wife couldn't really ignore him, she just said a few heartless words when she was angry, and he just waited for her to calm down.
After all, they were a couple. Even though his wife had used a kitchen knife, he didn't dare to call the police. No matter what he thought, he wouldn't commit suicide by jumping off the building.
After hanging up the phone, Uncle Ma and I went directly to the hospital.
In the last ward, Zheng Peng's bed was already empty.
Looking at the empty hospital bed, I had mixed emotions.
Just two days ago, Zheng Peng was still lying on this bed, vomiting bitterness to Uncle Ma and me, with runny nose and tears, expressing the sadness of a man in his thirties.
In the hospital, we quickly found out the details of Zheng Peng's jumping off the building.
It was early this morning, before dawn, and everyone in the ward was still sleeping.
Zheng Peng walked to the roof of the ward and jumped down.
The hospital cleaner found him downstairs. He was still breathing. He struggled to say something, but after opening his mouth for a long time, no word came out.
There was just blood spray all over the floor.
So the hospital immediately notified his family members and called several times before anyone answered.
His wife was also shocked when she learned that Zheng Peng had jumped from a building and died. When she saw Zheng Peng's body at the hospital, she fainted on the spot.
Now, the funeral home's car has taken the person away, and Zheng Peng's family is also handling the funeral arrangements. It is estimated that he will be cremated tomorrow morning.
A living person just left the world.
I felt a little guilty. When I left the hospital, I asked Uncle Ma, if we hadn’t told Zheng Peng about Ying Ling and hadn’t asked him to go back and get 3,000 yuan for salvation, would he have died?
Uncle Ma's expression was also a little heavy. He patted me on the shoulder and said that you don't have to blame yourself. In fact, Zheng Peng's life has long been a mess. We could have helped him clean up the chicken feathers and start his life again.
Unfortunately, he buried his head in the chicken feathers and couldn't get out.
But I still don't understand why he committed suicide.
Do you want to escape?
Eight years ago, because he was poor and unable to take responsibility for Jiang Yan, he chose to run away.
Eight years later, he was still unable to take responsibility for his wife because he was poor, so he chose to run away again.
But this time, he completely escaped from this fucking world.
As for that?
I don’t think it will happen, but I am not Zheng Peng, and Zheng Peng is not me.
Uncle Ma sighed and said to me: "When you reach his age and experience his life, maybe you will understand why he committed suicide."
After a pause, Uncle Ma muttered to himself again.
"If I had lent him a few thousand dollars that day, maybe everything would have been fine."
Yes, maybe I would be fine if I lent him a few thousand yuan that day.
However, with so much suffering in the world, who can we control?
Besides, I don’t have three thousand yuan.
In order to understand why Zheng Peng committed suicide, and to feel some apology in my heart, I attended Zheng Peng's funeral.
It is said to be a funeral, but in fact there is nothing. Everything is the simplest. Even the urn costs 300 yuan each, which is the lowest price.
Naturally, there is no cemetery. After the body is cremated, the urn is stored in the crematorium.
There were very few relatives and friends attending the funeral, only a dozen people in total. After everything was over, everyone dispersed. Zheng Peng's wife stood alone at the urn storage place, unwilling to leave for a long time.
She was a very strong woman, and she did not shed a single tear during the entire funeral process.
But now, everyone is gone, but her tears fall down like a broken thread.
I walked over silently, squatted down, and looked at Zheng Peng's urn.
Because he had no money, his urn could only be placed in the bottom row. The space was small and cramped. If you wanted to pay homage to him, you had to squat down and lower your head.
Each level you go up costs extra, with the middle one being the most expensive.
It’s like buying a fucking house.
At this moment, I suddenly understood what Zheng Peng said.
"If you don't have money in your life, you will have to live at the bottom when you die."
Yes, Zheng Peng could not get a big house until his death.
I sighed and said to Zheng Peng's wife: "I'm sorry, I went to the hospital to see him on the day he was hospitalized, but unfortunately I couldn't help."
She stopped crying, wiped her eyes, and said with a wry smile: "You live your life by yourself. No one can help anyone, and there is nothing to be sorry for. Although I don't know you, among the people attending the funeral, you can stay until Finally, he should be Zheng Peng’s good friend, and I would like to thank you on his behalf.”
She bowed to me, and I felt quite uncomfortable, so I took out the two hundred yuan I had prepared and handed it to her.
"This is a little bit of my heart, don't think it's too little, I can only give so much now."
But she didn't take it. She looked at the two hundred yuan, her lips twitched, and tears started flowing out again.
"I can't accept it. Zheng Peng owed a lot to others when he was alive. Now that he is dead, I don't want to owe others anymore."
No matter what I said, she still didn't accept the money. Finally, she bowed to me, turned around and walked away slowly.
I vaguely heard her whispering as she turned around.
"I shouldn't have treated you like that, I'm sorry... I thought that as long as we live a good life, life will always get better, but I was wrong, I was really wrong..."
As she murmured, her figure slowly disappeared from my sight.
It sounds like she must also be regretting it.
But I don't know whether she regrets marrying Zheng Peng or regrets that she shouldn't have treated Zheng Peng like that.
I really wanted to ask about what happened between her and Zheng Peng, but I held back the words as soon as I spoke.
The deceased is gone, what's the use of asking these questions?
It can only add to the sorrow of the widow.
And judging from the attitude of Zheng Peng's wife, she also has feelings for Zheng Peng, but she just mourns his misfortune and is angry with him.
But no matter what, children are the most innocent.
I turned around, looked at Zheng Peng's urn again, sighed, and turned to leave.
But the moment I turned around, I suddenly saw a person standing behind me.
It’s Zheng Peng!
It was so close that it was almost touching my face.
This suddenness startled me. I took two steps back and looked again. I saw Zheng Peng looking at his urn blankly with a sad face and a bit at a loss.
He died not long ago, but his soul is still there.
Moreover, he committed suicide, so it would be difficult for him to enter the underworld without the help of evil spirits to guide him.
So I asked him, what is it that he can't grit his teeth and get through, and must commit suicide to solve it?
Naturally, he can't talk to me, because ghosts are just consciousnesses, have no language function, and can only convey information through thoughts.
If it is a ghost that died normally and has no obsession, the energy of this kind of conscious body will be very weak.
Unless the wise people can receive his signal, ordinary people can only receive it through dreams.
But Zheng Peng committed suicide and had a strong will. Now I can be considered a moral person, so we can basically communicate normally.
