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I continued typing, "If you care, why do you look at me with those eyes? Why do you have to say such sarcastic things?"
"Brother, what's wrong with you? Everyone is just looking out for you," Zhi Qiang replied.
My fingers flew across the screen, "You’re just laughing at my misfortune! You want to see this former college student fall from grace! Are you feeling good about yourselves?"
Some people in the group started to advise me: "Zhi Yuan, don’t be like this..."
But I couldn’t stop, "Let me tell you, I, Lin Zhiyuan, am still better off than all of you who take pleasure in my downfall! Do you think having a little money makes you special? Can money buy virtue? Can it buy character?"
Zhi Qiang sent a helpless emoji: "Brother, why do you have to be like this? We’re all family."
"Does family treat each other like this?" I completely lost control. "Zhi Qiang, stop pretending to be the good guy! The truth is, you're the happiest seeing me fall!"
The group fell silent instantly.
After a while, my uncle spoke up: "Zhi Yuan, what’s going on with you today? How can you say that to Zhi Qiang? He means well..."
I looked at the message and suddenly found it incredibly ridiculous.
I continued typing, "I’ve fallen on hard times, and this is how you treat me? This is your so-called good intentions?"
No one replied.
I was kicked out of the group.
That night, I bought a bottle of white liquor and drank alone at home.
The more I drank, the angrier I became; the more I thought about it, the more suffocated I felt. I picked up my phone and started calling my relatives one by one.
The first call was to Second Uncle: "Second Uncle, it's Zhi Yuan. I just want to ask you, when I got into college back then, were you particularly happy? Now that I'm down and out, are you particularly pleased?"
"Zhi Yuan, have you been drinking? What are you talking about?"
"What I'm saying is clear to you!" I shouted. "You people are so snobbish! You look down on others!"
I hung up and called Aunt San: "Aunt San, I just want to ask, what's wrong with delivering takeout? Did I steal from your house or rob your money? Why do you look at me like that?"
"Zhi Yuan, what’s wrong with you? Are you drunk?"
"I'm not drunk! I'm perfectly sober!" I screamed hysterically. "You people are all ungrateful! When I was doing well, you all surrounded me; now that I'm down and out, you look down on me!"
I called each one of them, venting years of pent-up anger.
The last call was to Zhi Qiang: "Lin Zhiqiang, listen up! Even if I die, I will never work at your construction site! Who do you think you are? You're just lucky! What's so great about that?"
"Brother, have you had too much to drink? Do you want me to come check on you?" Zhi Qiang's voice was calm.
"Check on me? You just want to see me make a fool of myself!" I shouted through my tears. "You all want to see me dead, you all want to see me completely ruined! But let me tell you, even if I die, I, Lin Zhiyuan, will never beg you!"
I threw my phone to the ground, shattering the screen.
I collapsed onto the floor, holding my head and crying uncontrollably. That night, I completely broke down.
On New Year's Eve, I bought some fruit and mustered the courage to go to my father-in-law's house.
It wasn't to reconcile; I just wanted to see my daughter. This might be my last chance.
The atmosphere at my father-in-law's house was lively, with seven people sitting in the living room: my father-in-law, Mother-in-law, Li Xuemei, my daughter, and Uncle-in-law's family of three.
What surprised me the most was that Zhi Qiang was also there.
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