The shoe that won't die

Room 501, Block 4, Garden District. It was 11:00 a.m. when Guan Jue drowsily got up from her blanket. She was hungry, and there was nothing in the fridge, so she messed up her hair, slipped on her shoes, and went out to buy breakfast. At the door, she looked down and almost fell over in shock! She saw a pair of shoes sitting squarely on her doorstep. The shoes were very old, the leather was cracked, very insignificant shoes, but they were Wei Hailong's shoes!

Yes, these were Wei Hailong's shoes, Guan Jue was too familiar with them, she had bought them for him. At that time, 200 yuan, Wei Hailong was too expensive, but Guan Jue insisted that how could a man be decent without a good pair of shoes? Although Wei Hailong was the kind of man who didn't look decent even in a designer suit.

Guan Jue retreated into the house in terror, the shoes blocking the doorway like a watchman's ghost, and she shivered, not daring to go out.

Without closing her eyes, Guan Jue could recall the scene from last night: Wei Hailong fighting with Xiang Tian, who was less than 1 meter 70, was thrown like a chicken by the 1 meter 80 tall Xiang Tian to the West River cliff, and she saw Wei Hailong's brain like a peach blossom blooming under the cliff ......

Guan Jue shook his head to clear his head. She is not an ordinary woman, from a remote rural working girl to now becoming the owner of a 200 square meter fashion store, she is through the storm.

Maybe it was someone's unwanted broken shoes, which happened to be the same style as Wei Hailong's shoes. The hallway was a mess, often piled with miscellaneous items, such as Master Zhang across the street, Auntie Li upstairs, and Uncle Ma downstairs, all of whom were uncouth city folk.

Guan Jue walked out boldly, carefully bypassing the old pair of shoes to go to the fashion store. She didn't dare turn around, always feeling that the shoes were still following her, that they had eyes, the eyes of Wei Hailong's dead eyes.

Two

In the evening, Guan Jue returned home and was apprehensive when she went upstairs.

The five floors seemed higher than ever. When he reached the fifth floor, Guan Jue looked warily at his door, but fortunately, the shoes were gone, and Guan Jue was relieved. When he entered the house, there was Wei Hailong's scent everywhere, his hair in the bathroom, his cigarette butts in the corner of the sofa, the cigarette holes he had burned in the quilt, and his clothes in the closet.

Guan Jue rolled up all of Wei Hailong's old things, which still smelled of Wei Hailong's sweat and smoke, and she was going to throw them away tomorrow to get Wei Hailong out of her life forever. The stuff was piled up in the corner of the living room, and something was found to be missing. What was it? Guan Jue thought hard about it, it was shoes.

Where had Wei Hailong's shoes gone? A large pile of familiar shoes is gone. The more Guan Jue thought about it, the hairier her heart became. She had an ominous feeling ......

Outside the door, there was the sound of light footsteps, walking quite slowly, then stopping at Guan Jue's door, and there was no more sound. She dialed Xiang Tian's cell phone, but he was off. At this time she wanted a man by her side, but he had a wife and a daughter.

Guan Jue began to think about Wei Hailong again. Although he was mute and ignorant, although uneducated and a roughneck, egg he never fooled around, he belonged to Guan Jue alone. If he hadn't quietly hidden in the back seat of her car the day before, he would have caught her cheating on her with Xiang Tian, and if he hadn't fought with Xiang Tian against his own will, he wouldn't have died. Guan Jue felt guilty, but what was the point?

At that moment, Guan Jue felt another sigh outside, and she gathered her courage to rush out. There was another pair of shoes at the door, Wei Hailong's shoes! He'd just come by, left his shoes, and left. Maybe he hadn't left, but Guan Jue in the yang world couldn't see him, only his shoes, and above them was Wei Hailong, who had gone to the underworld, his head in his hands, staring at her with hatred.

Guan Jue closed the door with a bang and went under the covers with his hands folded: "Hai Long, don't blame me, please let me go."