There was a saying that went:
In life, nine times out of ten, things did not go as one wished.
Take Liu Dayong, for example. He normally had no problems at night, but for some reason, today he kept wanting to use the toilet.
But the toilet was in the courtyard.
Who the hell would dare go outside?
He walked out of the small storage room trembling with fear, found a basin in the house, and planned to make do with it for the night.
But before long,
his stomach began to rumble as well.
An ominous premonition shot straight to Liu Dayong's head. Judging by the situation, he might soon have to take care of something bigger.
"Fuck me."
"I go several days without shitting, and today you decide to pull this shit in the middle of the night?"
"Fuck this DJ."
Liu Dayong went to the living room to get toilet paper again.
He made up his mind.
He absolutely would not go outside!
At worst, he would shit in the basin too.
It was his own, after all. He had not disliked it when it was inside his intestines, so why should he dislike it now that it had come out?
Liu Dayong consoled himself.
Smack!
The living room was brightly lit. He picked up the paper from the table and headed back.
It was only eight-thirty in the evening.
By all rights, it was still early.
But perhaps because he was imagining things, the house he had lived in for decades suddenly felt somewhat unfamiliar, making his scalp prickle. The source of that feeling was the two bedrooms.
He did not dare raise his head.
He did not dare look around.
Because, subconsciously, he felt that someone was standing at the bedroom doorway.
His father and