Chapter 22.2
The cries of children, the pleas of women, and the violent roars of men were mixed together to form a special symphony.
For the neighbors in this building, this had become a must-listen track after every meal.
Ever since the young boss who was once praised by everyone as a young talent failed in business and owed a huge debt, he would make such a noise at home every day while drowning his sorrows in alcohol.
At first, they thought about persuading him, and even the police were alarmed several times. But with the woman’s repeated sentence “I’m fine” and the man’s repeated defense “It’s just a family dispute, mind your own business”, the neighbors gradually lost patience, and the police no longer came to the door.
Upstairs and downstairs, they still ate, watched TV, and did homework as usual, treating the sound in their ears as special background music.
Separated by a wall, they seemed to live in two different worlds.
Only the elderly sighed a few times, “Day by day, why can’t this life be lived well?” Or sighed, “Old Wang is confused, his wife is also soft-eared and unclear, it’s just hard for the child!”
“Ah, who says it’s not?”
The 402 household, discussed behind their backs by the neighbors, were filled with a strong and pungent smell of alcohol at this time, broken wine bottle fragments were everywhere, the electric fan kicked over on the ground was leaning against the cabinet door, and the shattered vase, a few withered flowers leaned out, the withered petals were dyed red by the blood on the ground.