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I feel that I can improve myself if I try harder, but everywhere I look, all I hear are voices of unhappiness.
Jonas, as he spoke, started crying again, and drank cup after cup of alcohol.
I understand his recent situation, and I don't look down on him at all. I must settle the bar tab immediately, stop him from drinking any more, and then safely take him back home.
I supported him as we walked, with one of his hands resting on my back. He was taller than me, and even though only one hand was on my back, it felt like his whole body was pressing down on me. I struggled to take each step with him. I was afraid of taking the wrong path, so I kept tapping his forehead repeatedly to confirm that we were on the right way back to his home, and not getting lost.
A few days ago, it snowed outside, and there were occasional icy patches on the ground. We walked cautiously, not knowing how many turns we took or how many streets we passed. Finally, we stopped at a crowded and inconspicuous alley. He told me to go through the big door and go up to the second floor.
We went upstairs, and I could clearly feel that many people were gathered here, to be more precise, it was a slum. Following his instructions, I kept walking inside, and he said the last house at the end was the one.
There was a large pot placed at the entrance of the house, indicating that cooking was usually done here. I knocked on the door, and it was opened to reveal the face of a strange woman. I assumed that this woman was Jonas's wife, Selena.
Her round face was adorned with two large, fierce eyes that seemed to exude a chilling hostility, making one feel the urge to avoid her gaze.
"Who are you, and how did he end up like this?" the other person asked me angrily.
"I am a friend of Jonas, he drank too much, so I'm here to take him home!"
"Whoever asked you to bring him, since you can drink with him, you can find a way to get him to sleep! I don't welcome drunkards here! Go! Get out of here!" She slammed the door shut.
"Oh, no, madam, you can't do this, he is your husband, you can't treat him like this, please open the door, please, do me a favor and help him into the house quickly."
"Who's making such a ruckus over there? Are they going to let anyone sleep?" At this moment, several other residents pushed open their doors and stepped out to see what was going on.
"It's that despicable Jonas again. He really brought this upon himself. How did he end up in this situation? Look, his wife has blocked him from entering the house again. He never learns. He has the money to drink, but how could he let his daughter do such lowly things? I don't think he's a decent person. Once a broken pot, always a broken pot."
"Don't make a fuss there, everyone go back to sleep! Kind person, you can take him to the corridor outside his room, he's often blocked from entering!" As soon as the words fell, there were the sounds of doors closing... I dared to knock on the door again, still wanting to get him inside so he could rest comfortably.
I didn't leave, and after a while, the door suddenly opened, but it wasn't Jonas's wife, it was a little head with long eyelashes and big eyes flashing, saying: "Mom is asleep, you can bring him in."
The door was completely open, and I saw the whole picture of the room. It's really difficult for so many people to live in such a small place. The room is very simple, except for some basic daily necessities, there are hardly any other extra things. The children and their mother crowded together on a wooden bed, in a mess. On both sides of the door, two long wooden boards were set up, which seemed to be used for sleeping and eating.
The children gestured for me to put Jonas on the wooden bed by the door, and I did so. Jonas, who was already unconscious, could finally sleep peacefully. I don't know why, but I have a strong desire to help his family.
As I was leaving, I glanced at the other wooden bed in his house, which was opposite Jonas. This bed was relatively tidy, with an open book on it. If I'm not mistaken, it should be the "Bible." Leaving Jonas's house, I walked towards my own place.
Suddenly, I didn't feel so much pain, as if I was about to move on from the departure of Elder Yu. I should pull myself together. Seeing the plight of Jonas and his family, I felt that I was much stronger than them.
I have returned to my former state, shuttling busily between the small workshops every day. The things I make are becoming more and more recognized by everyone, and I can finally say that I have a skill to support myself.
I haven't seen Jonas for several days. I wonder how my friend is doing. I chose a nice day and slipped out early in the afternoon, hoping to see him near the tavern.
I wandered aimlessly on the small stone path in front of the tavern, not finding my target. I sat down on a wooden chair by the roadside. I knew this path was long, winding all the way to a small park at the end of the road.
A woman, with dark skin, thin and not very tall, appeared to be relatively young. She covered her face with her hand, as if afraid of being seen, as she walked past me.
Her hair was messy, and she was wearing a tight dress that exposed her shoulders. There were obvious signs of pulling on her clothes, as the hem of her dress had a long tear. She was walking quickly, and the torn fabric swayed in the wind with her steps, looking disheveled.
Immediately, the image of a group came to mind: women who were forced to sell their bodies, often referred to as prostitutes. I couldn't believe that this could be considered a job; society is truly so dirty.
I also have sexual desires, but I consider it a sacred thing, and I can still control my feelings. Perhaps it's because I have never done it, so I can't accurately express what kind of feeling it is.
I turned to look at the hurried girl again and found that a man was following her sneakily. He walked and stopped, dodging as he went, and it seemed like he was up to no good. I wanted to go and stop him, but I realized that my small body was not enough to confront him. Are there any other ways?
I am curious too, so I followed them. I want to rescue her. My intentions are good, but I don't know if I can do it.
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