The fourth year of our marriage, his moonlight divorced.
Worse still, I got cancer, dying.
I thought he wouldn’t betray me.
Until the anniversary, he went to see the woman, and I knew he would not come back at night.
The woman won, but I didn’t lose either.
It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t love me. The living can’t fight the dead.
One.
I was standing in front of the hospital, trying to call Song.
Contact interface. I’m in and out.
His phone jumped out first.
The sound on the other side was as low as ever, but soft as it was when I called my name:
“Read, I’ve got some business tonight. I’m not coming home for dinner. Maybe I’ll come home later. I’m sorry.
All the words are stuck in the throat.
“…good. I’m sorry.
It’s as short as ever. It’s busy over there, and I’m still picking up.
The sun is like blood.
Two.
I’ve been married to Song for four years.
And I like him for almost ten years.
I’m lucky that Song’s family is too tight, that he’s been around, that he’s met me, that he’s in good shape, that he’s got to talk about taking the evidence.
Song needs a wife. I’m right for it.
He’s a cold-blooded man who doesn’t talk, who doesn’t show his emotions and who doesn’t have a face.
I covered the ice for two years and finally waited for it to melt for me.
We began to become a normal couple, living in woody oil salt, a little bit of what I wanted.
It’s just now, this dream that hasn’t been going on for long, is about to be broken.
Just today, the doctor said I diagnosed pancreas cancer.
I also know that today is his day of return.
So he hung up on my phone and went to see what he was thinking.
3
I didn’t eat. I waited for him in the living room for a long time.
I was awakened from my sleep until the night was darkened and the living room door opened.
As Song carefully closed the door and his feet were lightened, the moment the living room lights were turned on, we looked at each other.
He just paused, and then his eyebrow swung: “Why aren’t you asleep?” I’m sorry.
“I fell asleep in the living room. I’m sorry.
I watched him laugh, “I just heard the sound and woke up. I’m sorry.
Song follow ’em, look calm.
I went up to pick up his coat, and it smelled like a fragrance, and I went straight into my nose, and it was disgusting.
It’s Sodom’s favorite fragrance.
On this day when I was terminally ill, my husband drove to pick up the white moon when he returned.
4
I should have asked him, but I just opened my mouth and said nothing.
Nothing seems to have happened.
I was still up early the next day to make breakfast for Song.
Song has stomach disease.
I spent half a month at the hospital when it was serious.
The hospital nurse said he had a good wife.
Song sits on his bed, he’s tired and he’s not looking at me.
When we were alone in the room, he said, “It’s the same with a nurse.” I’m sorry.
And when We cut the fruit, and it was cut apart, it seemed as though he had sensed it, and added the following sentence: “You need not be so hard.” I’m sorry.
“It’s different. I’m sorry.
There’s no difference.
But people always think it’s better to be personal than someone else’s.
People who love themselves are more important than others.
“What’s different?”
I looked at him and laughed and gave him an unrelated answer:
“You are my husband. I’m sorry.
He’s got no stomach. I always wanted to keep his stomach when I got out.
Song is a workaholic and forgets to eat when he’s busy.
I woke up in the morning to make him breakfast, sometimes empty, and I went to his office to feed him.
Sometimes I’m busy, and I remind him at dinner.
Two or three years, a lot of things become a habit, like getting up early.
Song was up earlier today than usual, and I couldn’t get him a tie, so I saw him rushing out with a lunch box on the table.
On his way out, he walked and looked back at me in the living room, with a little warmness on his face, like a fresh snow.
“I went out, read. I’m sorry.
“Take care of the road. I’m sorry.
Like countless mornings before.
4
It’s only temporary that I’d like to take Song with me at noon.
I didn’t tell Song, and the little girl from the front desk knew me and said hi and let me up.
I’ve been to Song’s company many times.
And he introduced me to everyone, “This is my wife. I’m sorry.
This is a name that has a little old-fashioned reminiscent of the past century.
I also wonder that we can go on like this forever.
But life is always a joke.
Give you a dream and break it.
And that you may see in the earth what it was.
Like right now.
I saw my husband talking to the moon when he met again.
She’s got a lunch box for Song.
Sutton seems to have remained the same as he used to be in college, with long hair on his shoulders and smiles like a harmless and subtle cat.
“Thank you, Mr. Song. Breakfast is delicious. I’m sorry.
“All right. “Song followed the lunch box.
Sutang wanted to say something else, but suddenly he looked at me not too far away.
She was surprised and her eyes were bent like moon teeth: “Read! Long time no see!
She came at me and tried to grab my hand, and then she choked after she found my lunch box:
“You’re here to feed Song? You made him breakfast, didn’t you? I’m sorry.
“I’m sorry, I’m a little low blood sugar. I knew you were the one who prepared Song, I wouldn’t eat it. I’m sorry.
Sutton smiled at me with shame, “But I’d like to exaggerate. It’s good to learn your skills. I’m sorry.
Sure.
Song has a bad stomach and a bad mouth.
My cooking was for him a little bit.
He knows.
I laughed just like her. I hid that hand in the back, and my nails were about to stab into the flesh.
That moment, apart from anger, I suddenly felt so bad.
The plan of revenge, also at that moment, was a little bit clear.
5
Song won’t cheat.
Even though I’m still scared of Sodom’s presence.
I tried to play a good wife.
The shackles of morality and responsibility will be on Song’s side, and I don’t know if it’s gonna be him or me that can’t last.
When he came back at night, he brought me a present.
Pink diamonds are blind under the light, and sophisticated designs are valuable at once.
It’s beautiful.
But I don’t like it.
I rarely wear jewelry, but only when I go to dinner with Song.
I know that this gift is nothing but an apology and satisfaction for what happened this morning.
I still got it laughing.
Song’s a little lightened, I don’t know if he’s mad for me or for Sotang.
I put my hand in the drawer and he went to bed without sleeping.
When he came back to his room, lying next to me, and the familiar scent came and the man took me in his arms from behind.
The temperature that belongs to others leans towards me through thin clothing, and I close my eyes and breathe evenly.
Until the people behind them fell asleep, but I didn’t sleep.
It’s getting worse in the upper abdomen.
I opened my eyes.
The moonlight fell by the window.
I’ve seen it for so long that the world is as silent as I am alone.
I just seem to remember.
I’m dying.
Six.
When Song left the house this morning, the phone calendar sent a message.
I took a quick look and remembered that today was the day of my mother’s visit.
My parents divorced when I was a little girl. He didn’t love my mom. He’d been with someone else.
My mother took me alone and supported my family, so I vowed to study.
It’s just my bad luck being targeted by small groups.
Even if I didn’t do anything, maybe it was just my dress that made them uncomfortable and maybe it was just a word I said one day that made them hate.
I daren’t tell my mother that teachers can’t control them, and the more I fight, the more they get.
The day I was surrounded by a lot of people, I actually had a little pebble-burning mind, and the rough touch of the brick in the bag gave me a little relief.
The contemptous eyes of the first girl fell on my face, and my trial was announced the next second.
Then Song came along.
He’s smart enough to know that things don’t happen once.
He’s been keeping my mind up, helping me stop those people from coming back.
That’s why I followed him behind my back, went to college like him and became a better man.
But I’m a little late.
As Song was my light, he had met his light.
Sutton.
And my half-sister.
7
I brought my mother something, and now she’s got a new family, and I’ve been sitting here for 10 minutes, and I’ve had a quick talk, and I’ve been politely saying goodbye.
I took a cab back, went to the front of the block, went far away, and I saw them again.
Sutton and Song walked side by side, and I didn’t know what to say, and I saw my cold husband bending his lips, and his eyes were soft.
I’m standing there.
When they laughed, a dirty puppy came out of the bush and shouted at Sotang.
The two men stopped and Soo-tang wanted to touch it, and the puppy yelled at her leg and scared her to go straight into Song’s arms.
Song helped her with one hand, and his hands fell between her waist and she loosed.
And when I was standing on my side, I saw me standing there, Sotang reacted faster than he did: “Remember! I’m sorry.
I walked over, and Sotang was just going to say something, and I went down first and picked up the dirty dog.
The dog seems to have been scared.
“Song Queen. I watched him laugh, “I’m going to raise it.” I’m sorry.
The atmosphere cooled down.
I just laughed, and I said, “I’m going to keep it. I’m sorry.
8
Song went to the pet hospital with me, examined the dog and found that he had a lot of problems.
The bones are fractured, the abdomen are scratched, and there are countless minor problems.
But it’s a good one, and it’s not noisy to have a doctor examine it. It’s just quiet.
Song, look at me and stop talking.
He didn’t say anything until he came home from the examination.
The dog was hospitalized, and I named it “years”.
When we got home, the atmosphere was so stiff.
I have kept my mouth shut.
Until we both went into the bedroom, the orange light suddenly made the room very sweet.
I sat on the bed and saw Song come in in his pajamas.
And the warm light fell upon him, and softened the eyelids.
He didn’t show up, I smiled at him from time to time, but his lips rose like a flower and soon disappeared.
I didn’t know how much Song felt about me, and I thought he was a little moved over the years.
It’s just these ideas, and it’s funny when Sotang comes back.
“Song Queen. I called him suddenly.
He looked at me, innocent and cold.
“What do you say? I’m sorry.
“What’s that?”
“You say…”
“I’m your wife. I’m sorry.
“You’ll be good to me forever. I’m sorry.
I watched him laugh.
But then the Song began to whisper and his voice faded: “Why ask?” I’m sorry.
“Nothing, suddenly remember. I’m sorry.
The pain in the upper abdomen comes, the pain in the waist increases at night, and the nerve jumps in the brain, like a tight rope.
“Yes. I’m sorry.
The moment he answered, the light in the room went out.
The man’s hot breath fell on my cheeks, gently next kiss.
“Good night, read.”
The posterior’s breath slowly subsided, and I carefully broke out of his arms and turned to him face to face.
Then he cast his face in an inch of the moon, from his eyebrow to his chin.
Song won’t cheat.
But he’s always thinking of Sutton.
I was suddenly wondering, after I died, if Song thought about it now.
How would he feel?
9
The day I got out of the hospital, I thought a lot of things, and I ended up playing a mess of wireball in my head.
The first idea to come out was that I was dead and Song was gonna do whatever he wanted.
He has to marry again.
And I thought, “Sotton’s divorced, he’s dead, he’s two people together.”
It’s okay.
But definitely not now.
So I repented.
The first time I met Sodom was on my tenth birthday.
It’s been a long time since my mom left.
It’s a very good restaurant, and it’s all very expensive.
It’s a family sitting close to us, three people laughing, and me and my mom seem a little quiet.
The girl on the table was smiling, wearing a beautiful princess dress and a glowing crown.
Her father sat across from her and kept taking pictures of her.
Until her father got up and went to the toilet, the familiar side of the face had my fork dropped directly on the table.
My mother noticed me, looked at me and looked back.
“Want to go say hello? She calmly asked me, “He’s your father too. I’m sorry.
When Dad returned to his seat, the little girl ran and picked him up, hugged him, raised his face, and the smile was so bright.
I shook my head.
The father I remember was obscure, because he had never been near to me, and I wanted to be with him sometimes, and he was also rebukeed in cold.
I’ve been confused for a long time about my broken father’s image.
Then I realized he just didn’t love me.
Everything that seems to me to be out of reach is within the reach of Sodom.
10
I’m still pretending I don’t know anything about Song and I can smell the fragrance on his clothes.
Sometimes there’s a little bit of Song’s shadow in the picture.
Invisible and obvious.
I’ve stayed a long time on each one, and then I’ll give her a little love.
But I never said that.
Just like before, it keeps the surface peaceful.
But he hides himself from the earth, seeking to see the rain.
It’s just like before, I quit my job, I spent years at home, and I picked up my diary.
Write daily, record daily boring routines and their own physical condition.
I couldn’t sleep all night. My abdominal pain was always blunt.
Every day I cook for Song, but when I eat for myself, I stare at the table for a long time without the desire to eat.
When we went to see my mom again, we talked for 10 minutes.
While she was leaving, I put the coded bank card in a book on the table.
It’s part of my savings.
This is the last time to see her.
She took me to my door, and she looked at me, and she added: “Beware of the body.” I’m sorry.
“Thank you, you too. I’m sorry.
My mom will be fine.
She didn’t love my father, nor did she love me, but she took the responsibility of her mother and raised me healthy.
Then it was payback. My dad went bankrupt.
But my mother’s luck came, and she married the man she liked, and she had a brother and a three-ton family.
Eleven.
Song came home early at night and he came back when I was cooking.
The dishes are hot on the table.
It’s been a long time since we had dinner together.
He’s getting more and more busy coming back from Sutton.
Song is well-educated.
Once upon a time, I thought it would be nice for two people to sit and not talk.
SONG kept the food in order, and I ate twice, and I had no appetite, and my abdominal pain began again.
It happens to be coming down the stairs in a couple of years, and then it goes under the table.
I dropped my chopstick and Song looked at me, and I explained, “I’m going to get dog food for the years.” I’m sorry.
The old room was on the second floor, and I packed the old groceries out for her.
There’s nothing left of dog food in the bowl. I added a little, and I’ve been shaking my tail for years.
I’m watching, feeling better.
Pain in the abdomen has increased sharply, with a sweetness in the throat.
I covered my mouth with my hand, and when I took it away, my eyes were sore with red blood.
All of a sudden, they shut their mouths and twist their heads at my feet and yell at me.
I pulled a piece of paper and wiped the blood and threw it in the trash.
“I’m fine.” I’m sorry.
He yelled two more times, and he didn’t eat, and he jumped on me.
I picked it up and it stopped screaming and rubbed me.
The door frame of the room was obeisanced, and Song stood by the door and looked at us, and said, “Eat and read first. I’m sorry.
I really don’t have the stomach to eat, and Song goes to the kitchen to wash the dishes.
When he comes out, see me on the sofa holding on to years and sitting next to me.
“Read, I’ve been busy lately. I’ll go with you to the island. I’m sorry.
And I rubbed the ears of years, and said, “Okay. I’m sorry.
And Song went on vacation on the island, always on my list of wishes.
We used to be too strange.
There was no honeymoon after the certificate was obtained, except for living as usual and working.
Then, when I got close, I thought I’d be able to go to the island with Song once.
I didn’t tell Song Qian, I just told him a few times.
But it’s too full to push.
Now he’s brought it up.
He’s looking at me with a glimpse of the light.
I pretended not to see.
“There’s a dinner next Wednesday. Are you free that day? I’m sorry.
“I’m not going anywhere.” I’m sorry.
I didn’t ask any questions, just nod my head.
I’ve been looking at you for years, and there’s no more Song.
Su-Tang just returned, small human circle, such a good opportunity she won’t miss.
If she and Song ask for anything, Song won’t leave her alone.
Two years on his legs and I touched his head.
It’s just that Song wouldn’t have thought I’d show up behind my back at the party with Sotang.
12
I’m still coming.
The party was bright, and the men in the suit and the women of Kim Yul moved in the hall, and the guests had a good time.
And I’m at the edge, out of line, like an intruder.
Song is good to find.
I chased him behind him for more than a decade and searched his body from the crowd countless times.
He was wearing a tailor-made suit with a long, long, turbo.
The woman with his hand, wearing a red dress, looks like a rose.
It’s Sodom.
Look how they’re walking through the market for fun.
Like a pair of the heavens and the earth.
Even if it had been anticipated.
When I saw it with my own eyes, it still looked like I was slapped.
The heart beats hard, the restless vines are tight and tight, and it hurts like it’s going to explode.
Once again, the threads in the mind are frazzling, and the forehead is twitching.
But I didn’t do anything. I just stood here and watched them turn their hands and smile and say hello to everyone.
I saw someone walking towards Song’s side, taping his shoulder and pointing at me.
Song looks back.
I was not wearing a beautiful dress, and I was thin, and I was afraid to look in the mirror for a long time, lest I might see the more prominent cheekbones, and myself, who had revealed his face.
I know he saw me.
Because his face changed. It was ugly.
We see each other from the crowds.
I just looked at him, and I didn’t laugh or cry.
Seeing him look different, breaking out of Sotang’s hand, coming to me, in the middle of the crowd, he’s making a difficult move.
And suddenly I laughed at him, and turned and left the land.
13
When I got home I went to my old room.
There’s no way we can solve this.
Instead, the vines in the heart are entangled, as if the next second would burst.
I can’t stay calm anymore.
Everything on the desk was washed down on the ground, and it was on the ground, and it made a huge noise.
Not enough.
The books on the shelf were torn up madly by me, and the pieces of paper were scattered on the ground like an anachronistic snow.
Not enough.
The little pieces on the shelf, the cosmetics, the fine crafts Song brought to me on business, and the blocks I worked with him…
The desire for destruction is intertwined with brutality, and emotional impulses are in the mind.
It’s like my broken life.
When I came back, the scissors were on my arm.
And years are screaming wildly at my legs.
And the dog’s bark was sharp and swift, and I looked at it, and it was quiet, and opened up, and a silly smile appeared.
Scissors fell on the ground, and they jumped on me every year.
And We dragged it into our arms, and it squeezed me with its hairy head, and its little body was warm.
I held it and suddenly I cried.
All the impulses faded, destruction did not bring me satisfaction, but left me a deep black hole.
So tortured.
14
When Song came home, I had all the rooms packed.
He wanted to talk to me, I sat on the couch and watched him laugh, and I knew he wanted to explain, but I didn’t know how to talk.
I stayed with him for four years.
And he wandered with him in the land of fame, and Song did not speak well, but he made it clear, and all the words that he said were cold and cold.
It’s me, a little bit of teaching him how to handle things, how to deal with those old sticks.
He is more than able to play on such occasions today than he was when he came out.
I used to think he loved everything, and now I want to talk about it.
I smiled, and I blocked all his words.
“It’s all right, I know Soo-tang has just returned, and there’s no one in the ring. You want to help her, you take her to the dinner. I’m sorry.
Song’s face changed.
“It’s okay,” I looked at him, and I said, “I don’t mind. I’m sorry.
Song just looks at me and doesn’t talk.
Four-eye relative.
I was always looking at him.
For half a day, he finally lost his eye.
And then suddenly I was hugged, so tight, it was like putting me inside of him, and I couldn’t breathe.
Men’s warm breath falls in my ear.
“Read. I’m sorry.
Intimacy.
“You’re thin. I’m sorry.
I laughed and didn’t answer.
The fragrance of the fragrance is cosmopolitan, and I have kept my desire to vomit.
15
I woke up the next morning and sent him to work as usual.
He thought he was leaving, and suddenly Song stopped in the living room: “Remember.” I’m sorry.
He said, “I forgot to tie it. I’m sorry.
I went upstairs and brought him one.
“Help me, read. I’m sorry.
We helped him, so Song kept his head down, and behaved, and I’ll pull it together. I’m sorry.
And suddenly, he was confined to his waist, and he was attached to him, and I looked up at him, “Song…”
All the words were blocked back and the lips were warm.
Song strangled my waist and kissed me.
The attack on the city was like a disguising animal with a vicious desire.
When the men split up, a thin red appeared on their eyes.
I looked at him and didn’t talk.
The Song followed me by a kiss on my forehead, and his lips were blown: “I am leaving, I am reading. I’m sorry.
I smiled and said goodbye.
16
I have an appointment with Sodom.
The time is set at 10:00 a.m.
I waited half an hour for her in the cafe, as I had promised.
Sutton was beautiful, and he had a good life in his early years.
Later, when Dad went bankrupt, she was married abroad, and now she is divorced, and Song is helping her.
How lucky.
Sutton sat across from me with a nice makeup and a sweet smile.
And I, at the moment, have a heavy black eye, thin, and very bad look.
“Why did you ask me out? I’m sorry.
We don’t know how close she can call me.
I haven’t had a cup of tea on the table, and the cold touch makes me sound like a cage.
“You’ve been lighted,” and Sutton’s eyes fall on the table and laugh at the waiter. I’m sorry.
“Your family loves ice-cream, I don’t like it, I like it lately.” I’m sorry.
I took a cup of fruit and tea and didn’t pick her up.
Sutang’s smile is innocent.
At first, she was the one who told me about her divorce.
And those who have not seen for many years suddenly add to my obscurity.
It’s polite, but unstoppable.
It’s like I’m dying to tell me that I’m back for your husband.
The fragrance of the fruit and tea is empty, the ice of Sotang is not on, and her eyes are on me.
When I looked at her, I laughed, “Well, thank you for your family.”
The loud and loud sound of the flashes spread in the hall.
The three or two sitting guests stretch their necks over us.
Sutang’s face turned to one side, and the white cheek was red.
It’s like I’ve been punched in the face.
She looked at me with her face, “Remember…”
I don’t want to hear her call me by my name.
Pick up the tea on the table, put it on her head and pour it all over her head.
Dark liquids fell through her hair, ticked on the desktop and partially fainted on her white shirt.
Lemon at the bottom, peaches, pellets, stick to her hair, clothes and bags.
Her makeup’s not working well.
The shadows are wide open.
Looks funny and funny.
She paused, and there were countless eyes staring at us in the café, watching our every move.
And suddenly her eyes were red, and she cried out, and she made me feel good: “Remember, this is you.”
“Sodom. I’m sorry.
I broke her performance cold.
“You know it yourself. I’m sorry.
“Don’t play green tea tricks in front of me. I’m sorry.
She’s got tears flashing in her eyes.
“You came back for Song Qin. You know Song’s gonna be good to you, you want to take him away. I’m sorry.
Right?
I watched with my own eyes and my voice calmed.
Her face was pale and she calmed down and pulled the wet towel out of her bag, slowly removing the stain from her face.
“Yeah. I’m sorry.
Su-Tang looked at me, and slowly drew up a smile, and his voice was down, and he said, “Remember, love, love, love.” I’m sorry.
It’s been ripped off.
I looked at her and suddenly I laughed.
“You’re right. I’m sorry.
“So, you want to bet on me? I’m sorry.
“The bet wins, he’s yours. I’m sorry.
“I’m willing to give up, and you don’t have to carry on with her. I’m sorry.
Sutton looked at me quietly and smiled.
“Okay. I’m sorry.
18
I was writing a diary in my room when Song came back.
I heard him open the door, I put down the pen and stuffed the diary in the drawer.
Song’s been back early.
Sometimes I spend the night with you.
And at night I sat on the bed and read, and suddenly he came and put me in his arms.
I leaned on him to feel the heat that belonged to another person.
He put his chin on my head and followed me to the bloody story.
And when it came to reading that the man had given her a hand, and she had given her hand, she cried, “I am your wife!” I’m sorry.
His hands around my waist were tighter.
I’ll turn to the next page if nothing happens.
To continue to see the male master squeezing the female master once and for all, and the female master sad and sad again and finally determined to leave the male master.
The male lord repented and immediately started chasing his wife.
It’s the middle of the night.
I thought of sleeping pills in the other room and broke out of Song’s arms, but he did not let go and confined me to his arms.
“Song Qin”?
I yelled at him.
“Hmm. I’m sorry.
He’s down low.
The room became very quiet.
Quiet enough I can hear his heartbeat.
“Read. I’m sorry.
He will bury his head on my shoulder, and he will reveal a few points of frustration.
“You didn’t call me full name before. I’m sorry.
I suddenly wanted to laugh.
Song never asked me to read.
It’s just that I’m being politely called Miss Tsing with an alien attitude.
So we’ve all changed.
I turned over, and turned my face towards him, and my hand around his waist, and I laughed at him: “A Zi.” I’m sorry.
He looked at me, and looked at every single part of my emotions, and in the end drew us closer.
“Read…”
I didn’t know Song was acting so deeply.
But if he really loves me.
And why, with so much interest in Sodang?
19
It’s been a week since I asked Sutton to meet me.
It’s almost the anniversary, and Song’s stuck with me.
It was written on the 100th day, which coincided with our wedding anniversary.
I had to say before that I was in the heart of Song and had to go home early, alone in the kitchen all afternoon.
I’ve been out for years and I’ve come back.
The food on the table emboldened, and Song stood side by side, smiling and looking at me softly.
“Read, welcome back. I’m sorry.
Roses are romantic with music.
Two tickets under champagne, the day after tomorrow.
I looked at Song and watched the ticket and laughed.
The pointer on the wall points to 8:00.
All the atmosphere is fine.
Until Sutton called.
The beauty cried and rained and said she was sick.
She shouted the original one that belonged to them.
“I’m so sorry I’m here, I don’t know you. I’m sorry.
“You come and help me, okay? I’m sorry.
“Sweetheart. I’m sorry.
The romantic atmosphere stops.
Song looked at me.
Just that look.
I understand.
“Read… Sorry. I’m sorry.
“I’ll get her to the hospital, soon. I’m sorry.
I just asked him a word.
“Can we not go? I’m sorry.
Song, look at me and don’t talk.
The mood went down to the ice, and I saw his lips laughter disappear, and he turned back to the Song Zin four years ago.
Cold.
And I’m still a stranger’s son.
He turned his eyes away and assured me, “I will be right back.” I’m sorry.
“…not miss the anniversary of the marriage. I’m sorry.
We seem frozen.
I finally let go.
I said “yes.”
I stood in the living room and looked at his back.
See him back.
I smile.
Like many times before, you treat your husband like a qualified wife.
I said, “Take care. I’m sorry.
He said, “Okay. I’m sorry.
I watched him disappear in the night and the music in the sound was still flowing.
I threw it on the floor with my own hands and lost all the sound in the living room after a loud sound.
I turned back to my room.
Song’s not coming back today.
I know.
Sutton won the bet.
But I didn’t lose either.
20
I went back to my room, locked the door in reverse, and then took out a diary from the drawer and turned to the latest page.
Last page, when I wrote it, I suddenly felt very hard.
Everything that’s in your head has been scattered again, like it can’t be lifted.
The abdomen, the head, the heart, they all look like they’ve been cut with a knife.
I suddenly felt cold, like a cold coming out of a bone.
The hand shakes a little bit, but I wrote it all.
25 August XX22
Today is our anniversary.
Song cooked me and set up the house.
He’s gonna take me to Sea Island.
The ceremony hasn’t started yet. Sutton called.
Song went after Sotang.
He left me behind.
I can’t go to the island anymore.
Goodbye, Song.
Tears drop and a ink stain falls on the paper.
But I didn’t have a bit of grief, and the tears fell from pain.
I live on love.
The love of others and their love, because no one loves me, I live on the love of Song.
I used to love Song.
And when this body is consumed, there is nothing left but the body.
Like candles, burned to the end.
Not for long.
My last love for Song’s companion is all gone today.
The last word goes down, and I sit at the table and laugh and laugh.
My part is over today.
Why do you keep lying to Song? Why do you keep pretending to ignore them? Why do you give Sotang the chance?
I gave it to Sotang not to climb a branch, but a sharp and sharp knife.
The living can’t fight the dead.
It doesn’t matter if Song doesn’t love me.
But he’ll never forget me.
He’s ashamed of me.
I’m gonna make him feel guilty and make him regret it.
And We shall show him this diary, and let him see my soul over and over and over again, and let him remember for the rest of his life how he pushed her into a deeper abyss of despair as his wife step by step towards death.
This ridiculous show, driven by my death, is next to Song and Sotang.
And the hard sleeping pills were stuck in my throat, and I suffered so much that I swallowed them all in my stomach.
It’s not just my diary, it’s a recipe for him.
He’s got a bad stomach and a bad mouth.
For four years, I’ve thought of it a little bit, for his taste.
And I gave him a gift.
I lay still in bed, folding my hands and waiting for death to come.
The room is quiet.
Until there was a bark outside the door.
And heavy things were pounced upon the door, and the sound was dazzling.
And I looked at the ceiling and ignored it all.
Years are still screaming.
Sleeping is beginning to take over my brain, and it’s disappearing.
21
SONG suddenly felt a great panic, as if he was about to lose the most important thing.
And like that day, in the banquet hall, he looked at his distant obscurity, pale and thin, as if he was leaving him for the next second.
There was only one thought in his mind: “Take her and do not let her go.” I’m sorry.
But she’s gone.
He even forgot what he wanted to do at the party and came home after more than an hour without a heart.
He thought Zen would be angry, jealous, angry and asked why.
But she didn’t.
She just sat on the couch and laughed at him, then relieved him of a gentle tone.
The feeling of loss and loss has not been appeased, but has intensified.
It’s okay.
Song comfort himself.
Timon loved him very much.
He knew that Zen loved him because she was always straight, warm and honest.
He knew that Zenzu would accommodate him and forgive him, so he did not accept it until Sotang had called and cried out the name, which he had known.
Timon will understand him.
He took Sutang to the hospital, hung a drop, and when he was about to leave, she grabbed his sleeve.
Sutang’s eyeballs are full of dry tears and red eyes: “Will you stay here with me?” I’m sorry.
Song refused.
He promised Zen Zhong that the anniversary would not be delayed.
But Sutton looked at him with tears, thinness and little shaking.
Night again.
He’s still soft.
22
When Song came back, it was the next morning.
The light in the living room is irrelevant and a little warm in the light.
Song’s going to speed up and try to get back to Timon.
He broke his promise.
But there’s no sign of hysteria in the bedroom.
There was no study, and there was no room where she used to live alone, anywhere.
All the food on the table is cold, but no pass.
The acoustic remains in the corner of the living room were thrown to the ground.
The family was just missing a few pieces of her clothes and years.
Timon’s angry.
Song thinks she’s just on a trip.
It’s okay. Just wait till she’s cool.
When she gets back in a few days, apologize to her and explain to her.
But after a few days, Zimei never came back.
Nobody knows where she went.
The Zhutai handpiece was put on hold, and the colleague said she resigned three months ago, and her mother said she had not seen her for a month.
“Please tell her to take the card back. I don’t need her money. She can keep it. I’m sorry.
Middle-aged women are polite and alienated.
Song seems to have come up with something wrong.
The panic is re-emerging, even more so than before, as if it were a short retreat and then a giant wave.
Song began to search for her whereabouts, for her social contacts these days, and for the CarLog.
Those days seem to have been easy.
I went out in the morning, bought food, came back for dinner at noon and took me out in the afternoon.
So day after day.
It’s just that sometimes you drive to the hospital.
Song is not a fool.
A series of acts are linked, and the answer is out.
When he woke up at night, he saw her leaning out of the window on the bedside, without any sleep.
He held her leaner and leaner, and the silence on the table and her locks…
Believe it or not.
Because she didn’t tell him anything.
But he can’t believe it.
Because she didn’t tell him anything.
Song’s been looking for her for a long time, but she can’t find it.
A strange phone call came to him a month and a half later.
Tell him that Zhis has passed away.
23
Zing died in a sanatorium on an island.
When Song arrived, her ashes had been spilled into the sea.
He was received by a nurse of Zinzu, who was given three notes by young women in his room.
“This is Miss Tsing’s diary and some other records. I’m sorry.
The woman took her place and said, “Sun wanted me to burn it, but I think Mr. Song should have seen it. I’m sorry.
When she was leaving, she looked at Song and saw the cold that couldn’t be hidden.
Song sat quietly in his room for the afternoon.
The afternoon sun passed through the window and the house was warm, but he sat here and felt like a suffocated throat.
Until midnight.
And he turned on the diary of the hymn.
The details that he had deliberately ignored, the tears of blood hidden in the shadows, the pains of all of her swallowing alone, the silks, a sharp web, and the breaking of his heart.
24
17 May XX22
The doctor said I diagnosed pancreas cancer.
He looked at me with some compassion.
I didn’t hear much of what he said. I couldn’t fix it anyway.
The doctor asked me to be hospitalized as soon as possible.
I don’t want to.
I don’t like hospitals, cold walls, the everywhere smell of disinfectant water, and the dreary atmosphere.
No one’s with me.
I’d like to call Yan, but I don’t know how.
What can I say?
Tell him I’m dying?
Still don’t say.
But he called. He said he’s busy tonight and will be back later.
I suddenly remembered that Sutton was coming back today.
Yan, are you picking her up?
18 May XX22
Go to the office and give him food.
Meet Sodom.
She’s as pretty as ever.
She ate Zhi’s food this morning.
I’m angry.
But then I figured it out. I gave it to him.
He can do whatever he wants.
21 May XX22
Go see Mom. She’s fine.
I was going to tell her. I thought it was unnecessary. Mom’s happy now. I shouldn’t bother her.
When I got back, I met Zoe and Sodang.
There’s a puppy.
I want to raise it.
As soon as I got out of the way, I saw the face changed.
But I want to keep it.
The doctor at the pet hospital asked me his name.
Call it years.
Year, read.
22 May XX22
Before I went to bed last night, I asked Qian, do you think he’d count?
He’s in charge.
I wish I were stupid.
I wouldn’t see him running away.
Zhu,
A thousand silver needles will be swallowed by those who fail.
25 May XX22
I got a picture of Zoe in a circle of friends. He was in a photo of Sutang.
A young, talented meal with his half face on the lower left corner.
Her adhesion: It’s nice to have a big business guy as a friend.
I thought it was good, so I gave her a compliment.
28 May XX22
It’s been a few days since we got home.
I went to the station and the boss packed them all together. A little.
When Song came back, I told him to help with the year’s delivery.
He said yes and turned to the study.
He’ll remember it.
1 June XX22
Children’s Day.
Took years out for a day. I came back by the station, and I thought about it, and I went in and got the delivery.
The master at the station was very nice. He said he would help me move in.
Years of room on the second floor.
I didn’t wait for Song to come back.
7 June XX22
My sleep is bad and I can’t sleep.
I went out in the middle of the day and went through a cake shop, and I thought I hadn’t had dessert for a long time, and I bought a box of Tiramisu.
And then when I got home, I suddenly had no appetite.
I used to love it, but now I just feel sick looking at the sticky cream.
19 June XX22
Song seems to be getting busy, always telling me not to wait for him at night.
After he fell out of my life, he appeared frequently in Sotang’s circle of friends.
I envy Sutton sometimes.
When I was a child, my father loved her, grew up and my husband loved her, divorced and my husband loved her.
But I don’t seem to have anything.
25 June XX22
I couldn’t sleep.
The awakening and growing disease throughout the night.
It hurts standing, sitting and lying.
It hurts. It hurts.
The people in the mirror look so bad.
Faces are hidden from trends of wax yellow.
30 June XX22
Song’s coming home for dinner.
It’s been a long time since I’ve had a good meal, and I’ve been forced to take a bite of it and then I’ll throw up.
I’m trying to feed them.
Then spit blood out.
I’ve only seen on TV that the leading actress is terminally ill, coughing and spitting a bloodbath, and Josieko’s heart is filled with tenderness.
I’m not treated as a heroine, but she’s sick.
It’s no big deal. It’s just spitting.
The vomiting of blood also appears to be irrelevant compared to the pain and insomnia.
5 July XX22
Song asked me if I wanted to go to dinner and I said no.
I haven’t looked in the mirror in a long time.
I can’t sleep at night. I can’t eat.
It’s an odd sight when you brush your teeth in the morning.
The cheeks are thin, the cheeks are small, black and white.
Looks a lot older.
But I’m only 20 years old.
It’ll get worse in the end.
Skinned, yellow, abdominal pain, nervous breakdown, such as anthrax, as a shadow.
Torturing me until death.
I don’t want to die so ugly.
11 July XX22
I broke my promise. I went to the party.
Song and Su-Tang match well.
If it had not gone mad, it would not have appeared at their first sight.
Then Song saw me.
He came to me and I ran away.
I’m starting to lose control of my emotions. I don’t know what I’d do if I wasn’t around.
18 July XX22
Abdominal pain, insomnia.
Eating again.
22 July XX22
The scissors in the room were bleeding.
It was only in retrospect that I found a hole in my arm.
Just wrap it up.
It’s not the first time.
I’m gonna go to the hospital tomorrow and get some sleeping pills.
26 July XX22
Abdominal pain, vomiting blood.
After dinner, it hurts even more.
I don’t want to eat anymore.
30 July XX22
I almost fainted in bed.
When consciousness came back, it saw my hands licked by the bed.
I touched it in the head.
Take the phone and try to brush the circle of friends.
Open it and see Soo-tan go to the beach.
The view of the Nine Palace is beautiful.
On the last one, I saw Song’s hand.
It also has our wedding ring.
1 August XX22
Ouch.
5 August XX22
Go to the hospital and get painkillers.
15 August XX22
I saw Sutton.
She’s so pretty.
It’s been a long time since I looked in the mirror.
I know I’m ugly now.
20 August XX22
The sleeping pills, they’re starting to fail.
The doctor told me to stay in the hospital.
He said it would be more painful later.
I refused.
It wasn’t meant to last.
25 August XX22
I don’t know.
The original word was crossed black.
Add two new sentences:
Zen died this day.
But years saved her.
25
August 25, XX22.
I was supposed to die on this day, but years have passed.
It’s always barking, always barking, so noisy.
I couldn’t sleep.
It’s bothering me.
I can’t take it anymore.
I used the last sense of consciousness to dial 120.
I woke up a few hours later with water on my arm.
There was a nurse standing in front of the bed.
“What about years?”
She had a moment of wonder, “What’s the year?” I’m sorry.
I’m holding on to the bed, trying to sit up, and I’m not listening.
The nurse helped me.
“I want to go home. I’m sorry.
“Your body is still weak, not yet…”
“I want to go home. I’m sorry.
I looked down.
And I repeat it with stubbornness.
There are no years here.
I’m going to look for years.
26
It was midnight when I came home.
There’s a message from Song.
I didn’t look at him. I just hacked him up.
Door one open.
Mibble’s dog jumped right into my arms.
Year after year, I’ve been screaming in my arms, dawdling and licking me.
And I held it, and suddenly the tears fell.
All the depressed emotions, like the flood beast, I cried on the cold floor of the living room with it.
I cried to my eyes.
I ended up burying my face on it with a voice that only we can hear:
“Years. I’m sorry.
“Let’s go. I’m sorry.
I want to go somewhere where nobody knows.
Just me and years.
And love.
I don’t know what I’m talking about.
Just look at me with its eyes, and slowly, carefully and carefully, all the tears on my face.
No one in the world loves me.
But the puppy will.
The puppy will always love the man who brought it home.
The annual session has been a long one.
27
I went to an island overnight and lived in a sanatorium.
Sea Island’s life is as good as I expected.
In the daytime, playing on the beach, talking to people in town, walking by the sea at night.
I love the sea.
It’s a sea wind with salt.
If you look at the sea, you can calm down for no reason.
I hired a nurse, a young girl, beautiful and capable.
After a couple of days of help, I told her it might be harder behind.
She looked at me coughing blood and asked me what it was.
Pancreas cancer. I’m sorry.
I threw out the blood-stained paper and returned her.
Zhao Cotton woke up with a red eye.
I was a little distracted and I didn’t know how to comfort her.
The girl looked at me and cried, and she fell. I’m sorry.
Her tears fell on my hand, burning my hands.
“Why do you have this disease?”
Girls are easy to get along with.
Even if we were very young together, even though she did not know my life, her grief and sorrow for me were so true.
I’m not really sad.
Because I’m used to it.
But when she took my hand with care, and sobbing, she asked me, “Is it painful?”
I still cried.
I’ve suffered from the pain long ago.
From when I opened my eyes, the pain woke up with me.
Then it’s like a shadow.
I can’t eat.
All those once delicious, in my opinion, are chewing wax.
I’m afraid to eat.
Because it hurts more.
Pain is not just physical.
Insomnia leads to a nervous breakdown and no one talks about it, and I have to chew on them day after day.
I’ve only been around for years.
Dogs don’t talk.
It’s just that when I’m in pain, I’m around and I’m screaming.
When I hold it, it doesn’t scream.
Just quietly lick my hand.
“It hurts. I’m sorry.
I told her.
It’s like bitterness, and it’s like sarcasm.
I should have told those who love you.
But I can’t find anyone to say it.
I can’t talk to Dad because his daughter is only Sutton.
I can’t talk to Mom because Mom’s already somebody’s mom.
Nor can I tell Song because he’s planning the future for Sotang.
At the end of the day, I said to someone who was not yet familiar.
28
I did not go to the hospital again, and the treatment was simply to keep myself alive and prolong the painful days.
I live on painkillers and sleeping pills.
A day of wasting.
From time to time, the person in the mirror had brown skin and thin skin, and could hardly be seen as a young girl in her twenties.
It’s ugly.
I think.
Life is like a flower that quickly dies.
I can’t walk anymore.
Zhao’s pushing me out to the sun every day to watch the lawns play.
Sometimes I let her push me to the beach and blow the sea wind.
I’ve always wanted to kiss me.
But I won’t let it kiss anymore.
Zhao Kam stopped asking me about my condition, just talking to me, talking to me before, talking to her before, gossiping about everything.
One day she packed her things and saw my wedding ring in the drawer, screaming, “You’re married? I’m sorry.
“Yeah. I’m sorry.
“Your husband…”
She said half of the noise and seemed to notice something.
I just laughed, “He doesn’t know.” I’m sorry.
I didn’t know I was sick.
I didn’t know I snuck in here.
“You’re divorced? I’m sorry.
Zhao Xiaomeng’s mouth was fast, and he kept his mouth shut.
“None. I’m sorry.
“Then why is he…” I’m sorry.
I smiled, I didn’t answer her, and I dropped the subject.
29
Life on the island is fast.
Happy lives are short.
I can’t stand it anymore.
The painkillers are dead.
Pain has reached an intolerable level, and I can’t eat anything.
I hid a knife in my room.
Sometimes the knife has been on the wrist, but watching the years of sleep in the house.
I put it down again.
Living has become a pain to me.
I rarely go out.
But lying still hurts.
Zhao Ying came to talk to me about the town gossip.
Her neighbor’s daughter broke up with her boyfriend and fought every night.
The girls later committed suicide at home by slitting their wrists, forcing their boyfriend not to break up.
Ridiculous, hysterical.
It was a big deal at the hospital.
Zhao Kam is a bit of a boo-boo: “How can someone save love with their own lives? I’m sorry.
Because I used to love too much.
Then it became a obsession.
That’s why you’re so hysterical.
I looked at her and laughed, “I was like her before.” I’m sorry.
Because you’ve never been loved in your life.
Zhao Mean’s face: “I didn’t see it, she was so gentle. I’m sorry.
Because I’ve had years.
“Tell her more, cotton. I’m sorry.
Lastly, she had the opportunity to stop the damage in time and to start over.
But I didn’t.
30
I can’t really hold it.
31
I told Zhao to push me for a walk.
There are not many people at night.
Let’s go and stop.
The road was quiet.
Years don’t scream.
When she pushed me to my room, she came in year after year.
I haven’t let it in these days.
It ran to my bed and tried to jump up and rub me.
I told Zhao to take it away.
He wouldn’t let her hold her, left and right, and he yelled at her, and he was mean.
“Years. I’m sorry.
I yelled at it.
It’s quiet again, and it looks at me, and it hurts.
I looked at Zhao Kam.
She picked it up and took it away.
It screamed outside the door.
Sound away.
I remember seeing it for the first time.
It’s dirty.
Skinny one, looks pathetic.
The doctor later said it was full of problems and was abused.
I wish I’d met him sooner.
It’s so painful to be unconscious.
I hope to be home early in my next life.
Make it a happy, healthy puppy.
There is no need to starve or freeze or be abused.
I can…
Love yourself earlier.
Note
One.
By the time Zhao Kam opened the door, a thin man stood outside the yard.
It’s my husband.
I don’t know when he got here, and I put a frosting on her, and I saw her with a stiff smile, like a doll with a hair.
“Miss Jo. I’m sorry.
“Can you show me where she used to go? I’m sorry.
Zhao Kam didn’t speak.
She doesn’t like this guy.
I’ve never been too careful about her marriage, and she had to knock on her side and ask about her feelings.
Of course she’s curious.
One day, while helping her to clean up her room, she dropped the book she had put on the table.
A notebook fell down, spread out.
She admitted that she was curious and took advantage of the fact that she was looking down.
She flipped that diary.
It’s a dark love diary.
Song’s name occupied most of the page.
When she was in her early 20s or had a lot of imagination, she put together a sad past that she had been in love for many years and married another woman.
Until the man who took care of my sister’s belongings appeared, he had a wedding ring on his hand with the same money as her and saw him sign it with two words.
She’s suddenly a little confused.
If you marry someone you like for so long.
And why come here alone and die?
What is it that she dies without seeing her loved ones?
She doesn’t get it.
But she instinctively hates this man.
She refused.
But he opened the door in the morning and saw him standing in the yard for the fifth day.
Song followed Zhao Kam to Zhenghong’s usual place.
There’s always a lot of people in a park, a coffee shop around the corner, a round island road and a beach.
The park was played with other dogs with years.
She usually sits at the coffee shop all afternoon.
The around-island road was near a sanatorium and could have gone further without a wheelchair.
The beach was her longest stay.
She’s with years.
Tired. One dog and one dog.
Silence is like two sculptures.
Song went over and over and over.
Five days later, he knocked on the Zhao Kam family door.
Then he began to say, “Miss Zhao, can you talk to me and read?”
The person in front of him was turned and his arms were shaking with the doorknob.
It took him a long time to hear her say, “No.” I’m sorry.
“What does Mr. Song want to hear?”
“Listen to her how she struggles in pain.”
“As she died, she was alone with a dog.”
“or to hear her die in pain and suffering from cancer?”
I never scream pain.
But Zhao Kam can see her brows and cold sweat.
She didn’t cry when she died.
Zhao Kam did not cry when her ashes were spilled into the sea.
When he was sent away years ago, he heard that he was not eating or drinking in other homes, but had become a small group, and Zhao was not crying.
But when she was with a man, watching her life ravaged by a disease, watching her die a little bit, watching her die in pain, being gentle and gentle, watching a living man turn into ashes in her hand.
How could she not suffer?
It’s a good year, but it’s all irreversible.
The tears of Zhao cotton fell.
He cried so hard, he wiped his hand off his tears.
Her eyes are red, her voice is cold:
“So, Mr. Song,
“Where were you when she was sick?”
Where is he?
As you wish.
He’s with Sutton.
Two.
Song was on the island for six months.
He’s found a home now.
He went several times and wanted to go back to the year with that guy.
The man who took over the years was a man who looked so ugly.
Insolent and irrational.
No matter how high the price, the man ignored it and even tried to throw him out with a broom several times.
He also refused to give up, so he kept grinding and was kicked out the next day.
And after seven or eight days the man stood at the door and scolded him, and asked, “What is it that you want from a little dog?”
Song stood there and was scolded like a primary school student, and he was stunned to hear him ask.
The air is silent.
A man who didn’t want to mind him, prepared to go back to his house, and suddenly heard him say:
“…is the legacy of the dead wife. I’m sorry.
The five men turned back, looked at him a few times, and then entered the house without looking back.
Song stood silently at the door.
But for a moment, he came out and held the little white dog.
Men give him years.
“Take good care. I’m sorry.
“Or I’ll see her later. She’ll blame you. I’m sorry.
3
Years are not close to him.
Song takes it home, and its nest and toys are in the old house.
It’s the house where I used to live every day.
Song knows because it smells like her.
The dog stomps himself into a lump, buried on the pillow.
No noise, no noise. Be good.
The day seems to have changed.
Song always goes to work, goes to work, eats, lives, day after day.
It’s just missing Zen.
He’s an adult. He’s hungry. He’s thirsty.
One morning of the year, he snuck out while he opened the door.
It’s gone.
He’s in a hurry to find out.
When he returned at the end of the night, he was seen crouching at his door.
The black eyes looked at him, and he bowed his head and cried twice.
Song picks it up and holds it in his arms, just like he used to hold it.
No lights at home.
In the dark.
It took Song long years to breathe.
“She wouldn’t blame me. I’m sorry.
She’s already, won’t see him again.
4
The company says Song has changed.
It’s not getting colder, it’s getting softer.
Mr. Song used to be as cold as gold.
Recently, he has been laughing for no reason, but a small thing, and he will boast to you.
There was talk in the company.
“If Song isn’t married, that smile will take my soul away. I’m sorry.
What happened to Mr. Song? They’ve been robbed. They’ve changed. I’m sorry.
“It’s possible,” the girl laughed at the coffee, “Song has been assimilated by his wife.” I’m sorry.
Mrs. Song, a beautiful woman, always smiled, gentle and able to see them.
Sometimes she comes, she says hello to them, and never has a shelf.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve been here. I’m sorry.
That’s what Song heard passing through the tea room.
Time is like at this moment when the pause is suddenly pressed.
Song stood at the door and couldn’t walk.
She won’t come back.
5
Every year and every day.
In the afternoon, he waited for Song’s companion at the door of his home, and when he returned, he ran upstairs and went to his room.
Song suddenly wondered.
It does what it does out there every day.
He followed him and watched him go around the park, where he found a sand pit, scratched the earth for a while, left and returned along the same path, and turned two more times in the district.
Then I went home and I sat at the door and waited for him to come back.
Song has just begun to understand.
Until one day a girl touched it in the park and whispered, “What about your sister?”
Two times a year, then the silence.
He suddenly knew.
It’s the road that Zen has taken it every day.
I’m gone.
It also keeps going.
Six.
The same day, Song went home to his room in the same year.
The dog went under the desk and pulled out an empty bottle.
Song looked at it with an empty bottle with sleeping pills on it.
He suddenly remembered the line cut off.
I can’t go to the island anymore.
Goodbye, Song.
“Things died on this day.
But years saved her. I’m sorry.
Empty sleeping pills, scratches on the door, tears-stunned handwriting, unreciprocated text messages.
And I was supposed to die on that day.
And those who suppressed undisturbed sorrows immediately turned into flash floods and washed him away.
Regret turned into a giant monster, devouring him at once and chewing again and again.
Song sat down on the floor and recalled the details of that day over and over again.
It’s like self-abuse, over and over again.
He did what the fuck he did.
7
Zhou Zhou Zhou Zheng finally knocked on his friend’s door three days later.
Su-Tang sent Song a text message, and he didn’t reply to any of the calls.
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Song was wearing a white shirt with all kinds of wine stains on it and scared Zhou Yi when he opened the door.
He just wants to throw up, so it’s better that Song’s just looks a little dregs, it’s a little heavy, it’s still more stable.
It still looks like you can communicate.
A friend entered the house without a word, and Zhou Zhou followed him behind him and saw the moment in the house when he almost scolded him.
Steady ass.
The living room is filled with empty bottles of wine of all kinds.
They’ve been put on the ground in full and without any confusion.
Everything in the house is organized.
Song sat on the sofa and took a bottle of tea and a half-drink, facing his mouth and facing his head.
Crazy.
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The colorless liquids watered Song with him.
He looked at Zhou Zhou Zhou, and said nothing, but slowly swallowed the floor and took a bottle out of the next box and was ready to wrench.
“Was Song fucking crazy?”
“You’re lucky you’re not dead right now. Drink! ♪ ♪ And I’m ♪
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That’s crazy.
8
When Song woke up at the hospital, he opened his eyes and saw Zhou Yi.
It’s like he’s yelling at him.
Song thought about it for a while, remembering that he drank it all the time, and then threw up in the toilet, and then continued to drink.
But he wasn’t drunk.
Zhou Zhou Zhou put his cell phone down and saw his friends in bed staring at themselves.
It’s even more scary with no face.
Zhou’s heart is on fire: “Fuck you…”
“The Zen is gone. I’m sorry.
Zhou Zhou’s anger was interrupted by the sudden appearance of his friend’s voice, which was like sandpaper friction.
“Away? Where?
His head didn’t turn.
“She’s sick. I’m sorry.
“What disease?”
Pancreas cancer. I’m sorry.
Zhou is quiet.
“On our anniversary, Soo-tan called me and said she was sick and let me see her. I’m sorry.
“When I left, I asked if I could not go. I’m sorry.
“I didn’t answer. I’m sorry.
“She took a lot of sleeping pills alone at home that night. I’m sorry.
Zhou Yi. I’m sorry.
Song looked at me like a dead water.
“You say,
“What was she thinking when she finally sent me away? I’m sorry.
Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Qianxi.
“What was she thinking when she took sleeping pills and lay in bed waiting to die? I’m sorry.
No one answered.
The people on the bed suddenly sat up, red eyes, and their voices were dark and painful.
Ask him or ask yourself.
“What would she think?”
Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou suddenly got up.
The door of the ward was closed in a loud sound.
He’s alone in the house.
He was left alone with his soul and his eyes on the white wall.
Last wept.
9
Song resigned after leaving the hospital.
Every day we walk along the path they walk.
Day after day, year after year.
He’s cooking in his recipe.
From birth to proficient, but it’s something worse than hysteria.
Then he started to sleep.
And when he could not sleep, he went to read his diary.
Every page will find his name.
So he turned and looked.
Cry and laugh.
Turns out she’d been careful to like him for years.
The following years have not been able to move.
It’s a stray dog. It’s got problems everywhere.
If Zhumin had not taken it home, it would have died two years later in the winter.
It doesn’t go out anymore, shrunk into small groups every day, lying on the pillows of Zen.
Song is not going anywhere.
Eat with him.
10
On that day of the year, Song was with him.
All of a sudden, the dog stood up in a tremor, screaming at a certain place, and then showing a silly smile and shaking his tail.
Song looked at it and tried to jump forward and fell back on the bed and lay still.
After a few seconds, it’s gone.
As Song knows, Tsim Sun came to pick it up.
The notes.
Sleeping over his last consciousness.
I’m not sure.
So that’s what it felt like that day.
Document number: YX11WQLKW7p
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
