Journey 1995:Non-Stop

Chapter 217 Don't be afraid (Bonus chapter 810 for the Silver Alliance's Talking Elbow)

On the seventh day of the first lunar month, Yan Hui left home and ran up the mountain.

The mountain was covered with farmland, and he wandered aimlessly.

He saw the land his grandfather had cultivated, and it was as if he saw many fragments of his childhood.

But in reality, these clips only flashed by and had no impact on his current state of mind. He couldn't hear anything or think about anything right now.

His sister has tried to comfort him these past few days, but he won't listen.

What he needs isn't comfort, but a full 200 ​​million yuan in cash—enough to buy 10 apartments in Jianye.
This can't be solved with just a few words of reasoning.
He ran all over the mountain, all over the mountain…

Others may be able to quickly recover after experiencing great ups and downs, but 20-year-old Yan Hui couldn't do it, and 21-year-old Yan Hui still can't.

He's finished. In this lifetime, all he can say is that he had his moment of glory.

They had their glory days.

Shouldn't I put a period to my life?

Reaching a valley, Yan Hui saw a cliff and climbed onto it.

In winter in southern Fujian, the mountain valleys are still very windy, and the cold wind blows tirelessly. Yan Hui felt that he might as well die.

Once you're dead, you really don't have to think about anything anymore.

Yan Hui sat there until evening, letting the wind blow by.

He was wearing the leather jacket he had bought in Northeast China, seemingly oblivious to the cold. Touching the jacket, Yan Hui began to slowly reflect on his mistakes.

The moment Yan Hui bought the lottery ticket, his mind was filled with stories of bragging, getting humiliated, and making a triumphant return. But now that he'd woken up from that dream, he could only admit defeat.

Ugh…

future…

Jianye can never go back. Yan Hui recently talked to his cousin, and although he was unwilling to believe it, he had to admit that Jianye could never go back.

If he goes back, even if he manages to secure one or two orders, the bosses in Putian will undoubtedly do everything in their power to intercept and block him. And with his current assets, he simply can't withstand that level of targeting.

Having experienced the two to three million player phase, he knows how easily a player of that size can target a newcomer. A price war could render Yan Hui completely broke; it's the simplest way.

Logically speaking, a boss like that wouldn't pay attention to a newcomer, just as Yan Hui has so many clients, he wouldn't target just one person.

But Yan Hui is different. All the bosses know how capable Yan Hui is, so they will definitely give him enough attention—and do everything they can to suppress him.

Jianye...it's over.

He was finished. All his years of hard work had gone up in smoke, and he had offended so many colleagues. Colleagues were always enemies, and those who were better than him were sworn enemies. Yan Hui had always known this, but now he had no strength left.

For the first time in so many years, Yan Hui was truly afraid.

He's no great man. Last month he felt like the chosen one, but today he feels like a stray dog. Given this contrast, it's already a miracle he's survived this long.

I'm scared...

Ugh…

If I just disappear like this, will I be spared this pain?
...

"do not be afraid."

...

In a daze, this sentence suddenly popped into Yan Hui's mind.

"Grandpa!" Yan Hui stood up abruptly, looking around, but his grandfather was nowhere to be seen. He searched everywhere, but couldn't find him.

Grandpa, where are you!

Grandpa! Where are you?
Grandpa, it's better that you're not here.
Yan Hui hadn't cried for so many days, but at this moment her nose tingled and she almost cried.

In the end he endured it.

Grandpa had always been Yan Hui's pillar of support. He passed away last year, and Yan Hui was able to persevere mainly through his career. Now, looking at the empty sky, the only thing that brings him comfort is that Grandpa didn't see his current failure.

In other words, Yan Hui left his grandfather with no regrets. If his grandfather had passed away after witnessing this scene, he would have died with regrets, and if that were the case, Yan Hui would never forgive himself.

During his trip home, Yan Hui avoided talking about his failure, as he certainly didn't want his family to see it. Surprisingly, Yan Hui felt relieved that his grandfather hadn't witnessed it.

At least I was capable last year.

It was getting dark when Yan Hui's phone rang.

There was a signal only at these high points on the mountain. Yan Hui answered the phone; it was his grandmother calling.

"Ahui, where are you? Your family has gone out to look for you, but we can't find you," Grandma asked anxiously.

"I want to be alone, Grandma, you don't need to worry about me." Yan Hui still didn't want to go home.

Unexpectedly, Grandma said in a tearful voice, "No matter what, you go home first, go home, Grandma is waiting for you at home."

Yan Hui was the most filial son, and upon hearing this, he disregarded everything else: "Grandma, I'll go back right now."

...

In fact, Yan Hui only realized later that his parents and grandmother could see through his every move.

Yan Hui's family didn't really notice his success because no one was involved in it. It was his cousin who was most shocked by this failure.

My cousin came to see Yan Hui many times, but eventually he stopped coming altogether.

He couldn't help Yan Hui; sometimes, when he spoke the truth, it only hurt more.

After returning home, Yan Hui lay in bed for two days, during which time he could only listen to some of Qing Lan's words.

"Brother, no matter what, you're the most amazing person in my heart. I still have a little over 2000 yuan here. I know it's not much, but I can give it to you. Don't be discouraged. You can definitely make a comeback." Qinglan kept encouraging Yan Hui.

"Qinglan, focus on your studies. I'm fine. I'm really fine." No matter how much pain Yan Hui was in, he had to comfort Qinglan and not let her worry.

In the whole family, only Qinglan was younger than him, so he couldn't help but set a good example for her.

"You always taught me not to be afraid of anything, you said you would protect me, brother, I believe you. Brother, have you forgotten? When Grandpa was in his twenties, before the founding of the People's Republic of China, when Grandpa got married amidst the chaos of war, it was 1943..." Qinglan didn't know what to talk about. Qinglan only knew that Yan Hui would listen when the topic turned to Grandpa.

"Don't worry about me. I told my sister that when my brother-in-law goes back this year, I'll go to Jinan with them. My brother-in-law will take care of me there, and everything will be alright." Yan Hui patted Qinglan on the shoulder.

His younger sister was his biggest worry; she wasn't married yet. Yan Hui's parents were ordinary people, his grandfather had passed away, and his older sister rarely came home. If Yan Hui were to leave like this, his sister's future would most likely be to marry someone from a nearby village and then toil away her whole life.

He did not want.

"Brother, you promised Sister!" Qinglan exclaimed with delight.

"Yes, my brother-in-law said I should go with him, and I can... I can learn." Yan Hui nodded.

Since we can't die, let's live well.

"I'll listen to Grandpa, I'm not afraid." Yan Hui gently clenched his fist.

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