Siheyuan: Sending Shazhu into the call center, Yi Gu is useless

Chen Rufeng sat on the chair, his heart surging like a storm sweeping the whole world. His eyes sometimes fell on the door of the shoe store, sometimes turned to the clerk and other customers, and his heart was filled with complex emotions. The stolen shoes were not only his loss, but also a part of his dignity. At this moment, he felt as if he had become a laughing stock, and he could not stand the spread of this emotion.

"Are you okay?" A young clerk walked up to him and tried to keep a gentle tone. "Do you need some water? We will investigate as soon as possible."

Ru Feng managed a forced smile, "Thank you, but no thanks. I just... feel a little overwhelmed."

The anger and loss deep in his heart were consuming every bit of his energy. The pair of shoes symbolized his years of hard work and expectations, but all of them were easily taken away by the strange robber. In his heart, he not only hated the robber, but also felt deeply guilty for his own inability to do anything.

He looked at the display racks in the shoe store, imagining his former yearning and passion for the pair of shoes. Now, all of this has become a scar in his heart. The light in the store became dazzling in his eyes, as if every beam of light was mocking his incompetence. His mood became heavier and heavier, and his thoughts began to become confused.

"You look frustrated," another customer came over and patted Rufeng on the shoulder. "I'm really sorry to hear what happened just now. Don't be too sad. There will always be a way to solve the problem."

Ru Feng's heart was in turmoil. Hearing these words of comfort, his emotions became more complicated. He knew that these words were well-intentioned, but at this moment he felt more like a loser. In any case, he didn't want to be the object of others' ridicule. He didn't want this incident to become a part of his life, and he didn't want others to use his pain as a topic of conversation.

"Thank you," Ru Feng tried to control his voice, not letting it carry too much emotion, "I just need some time to process this."

He didn't want to be seen as a joke by others in such a predicament. The anxiety and uneasiness in his heart made it impossible for him to calm down. He forced himself to take a deep breath, hoping to calm down. But every time he tried to calm down, the anger deep in his heart would resurface.

The shop assistants and customers gradually left, and the shop became empty and quiet. Ru Feng sat there, feeling as if time had stopped at this moment. His heart was churning, as if countless voices were saying to him: "Why don't you face it more positively? Why don't you fight for it? Why do you let this become a shadow in your life?"

He wanted to get rid of these negative emotions, but found that he had no idea where to start. He began to reflect on whether he was too dependent on the shoes, and whether his excessive expectations of them had led him into such a deep loss. His heart was filled with self-doubt and anxiety, like a dark vortex, pulling him step by step into the abyss.

The phone rang again. It was the police calling back. He picked up the phone and tried to make his voice sound calm: "Hello, is there any new progress?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was still calm and professional: "We are retrieving the surrounding surveillance videos and have begun investigating related clues. Please try to provide more details, and we will handle this case as soon as possible."

Rufeng felt a little comforted when he heard these words, but he still couldn't calm down completely. He knew that although the police were working hard, the process might take a long time. Before that, he still had to face the anger and anxiety in his heart. He didn't want to become a laughing stock, nor did he want this incident to become a shadow in his life.

He looked out the window of the shoe store, pondering his next move. Should he wait for the police's results, or take the initiative to look for more information? Should he reevaluate his expectations for the shoes, or continue to complain about his bad luck?

After Chen Rufeng hung up the phone, he felt an indescribable emptiness. His mood was like the sea surface stirred by a storm, turbulent but unpredictable. He looked at the walls of the store, as if hoping to find a little comfort from those cold decorations, but everything still seemed strange and indifferent.

"Would you like something to drink?" A gentle voice interrupted his thoughts. It was the young waiter who came to him again, holding a glass of water. Her eyes were full of concern and pity.

Ru Feng looked at the glass of water and felt a kind of powerlessness and fatigue. He knew he should accept the kindness, but his inner self-esteem made him feel a little embarrassed to say it. In the end, he took the glass of water and said softly: "Thank you. I really appreciate your help."

The clerk smiled and stepped aside, obviously waiting for Rufeng to need anything. This made Rufeng feel a little relieved, although the anger and frustration in his heart had not been reduced.

He sat down, picked up the glass of water, and tried to calm himself down. The coldness of the glass contrasted with the warmth of his palms, giving him a false sense of comfort. Ru Feng took a deep breath and tried to keep himself calm. He knew he couldn't let his anger and frustration take over completely, because that would only make things worse.

He began to recall the robber's appearance, trying to remember every detail in his mind. The picture in his mind was still blurry, but he knew he needed to provide as many clues as possible. He suddenly felt like a detective trapped in a puzzle, trying to piece together the man's identity.

"I remember there was a strange tattoo on that man's hand," Ru Feng whispered to himself, trying to sort out his thoughts, "It seemed to be a dragon pattern."

He suddenly felt like he was causing trouble for the police, and this sense of self-blame made him even more irritable. He tried to analyze the problem with a calm mind, but his inner anxiety made this effort seem insignificant. He realized that his current behavior and emotions might affect how he faced the next challenge.

"I can't let myself go on like this," Ru Feng said to himself, "I have to pull myself together and not let this completely control my life."

He stood up, walked to a mirror in the store, and looked at himself in the mirror. The tired eyes and slightly messy hair made him feel unfamiliar. He knew that he could not let this incident completely change his life, nor could he let his emotions become a topic of conversation for others. He had to find a way to restore his confidence and dignity.