That night, Zhang Ziwen tossed and turned but couldn't fall asleep. Ever since he was discharged from the army and sent home, his spirits had plummeted, and he had been living in despair.
The sorrowful gaze of the leader of his unit, his words as he left...they were as fresh as if it were just yesterday..."Young man...remember, you must endure, don't make the same mistakes again...go back and do well, you'll succeed...you're an elite trained by the army, I believe you'll do just as well after returning home..."
Perhaps Zhang Ziwen had been too stimulated these past few days. First, the police officer stirred memories of his time in the army, then came the resounding slap from the lingerie shop lady. Coupled with his unintentional response to Tang Shu, he reckoned that despite having been home from the army for so long, he was still a burden. What good is ability when one is so wasted? If he continued like this, he would become no better than societal garbage.
