My brother died in an air crash.
The foster mother turned to me hysteria: “If he hadn’t come back and proposed to you, he wouldn’t have died!” I’m sorry.
I found a diamond ring next to my brother’s body.
It has my name inscribed on it.
The last text I sent him was seen by his family.
Brother, I miss you. Can you come back soon? I’m sorry.
I suddenly became an enemy of this family.
Even the gentle dads have been sighing, “Let’s go, let’s forget about you. I’m sorry.
One.
In December, my brother died in an air crash.
When I heard of my brother’s death, I rushed to my home.
Just came in the living room quietly.
Mom and Dad turned their backs and sat at the table.
My sister is red with her eyes and her head up on the couch.
“Why did you come back when you killed my brother? I’m sorry.
It’s like a blade. It splits my chest.
One second, I was praying that they were wrong.
At this point, however, I was told in a dreary atmosphere.
Cheng is really dead.
My voice is dumb, “My brother is…”
My mother cried with her face on her face, saying, “You still have the face to call his brother if he didn’t come back and propose to you, he wouldn’t have died. I’m sorry.
I was pale in a moment.
There’s a box on the table.
A little ring lies inside.
“You pushed him, didn’t you?”
Dad’s voice of disappointment was filled with deep anger.
My relationship with Cheng was discovered.
His cell phone contains the last text I sent him: “I miss you, can you come back soon? I’m sorry.
Because of that, he changed the flight.
He died in that plane crash.
The nose is sour, the throat is hot.
Guilt, heartache, self-pity in the chest.
In the end, I’m just saying, aloud:
“I’m sorry…”
“Is it useful to apologize? I’m sorry, can my son live? I’m sorry.
Mom asked me with an unprecedented, calm tone, “What right do you have to be in love with him?” I’m sorry.
Every word of my family is a blade in my heart.
I held the box, and the apology was stuck in my throat, shaking.
At this moment, any explanation is so pale.
Mom and Dad raised me.
And their only son, Tsai, died because of Us.
At this moment, I hate it. Why didn’t I die?
Two.
I’m an orphan.
The day I met my parents, I was being bullied by other kids.
I fell in the mud and my clothes were broken.
And he took me up and dried me up and asked, “Will you be my sister?” I’m sorry.
The sun passes through the gaps of the leaves and falls on the top of the tree.
Mom and Dad got down and touched my head. I’m sorry.
It was the first time I felt favouritism.
They chose me among a group.
I went from being an ugly duckling to being a princess backed by a family.
Mom and Dad used to me.
Brother spoiled me.
Cheng used his pocket money to buy me toys that nobody else had.
But then, after their own daughter, Cheng Xiao, everything changed.
3
Quietly in the living room, and the rest of the good will is on the table.
I stand alone like a child who made a mistake.
It’s been so hard to breathe.
I didn’t get back from Cheng’s death, so I slapped Cheng Xiao.
She said to me, “You’re the one that hurts most, and you killed him. I’m sorry.
My hands are loose and tight, my head is down and my face is hot.
Mom’s crying.
Dad, keep quiet.
It happens all these years.
I was happier than anyone when Cheng was born.
Until when we played, she fell.
My mother, who never touched me, slapped me in the face and said, “What do you think of your sister, blind? I’m sorry.
I was scared.
Even if she later regretted it, she said a lot to me.
But it began with that slap.
5-year-old memories faded a little with the partiality of the family and the bullying of Cheng.
All I have left in my life is Cheng Qian.
Light and warm.
He’s the only one who loves me.
However, this incorruptible affection, with the death of Cheng Qian, fell apart this evening.
Dad threw me out of the house and said, “Let’s go when we don’t have you.” I’m sorry.
4
On the day of Cheng’s funeral, my chat with him was transmitted to his community.
It’s circulated.
That’s my “coercive evidence” that I “sniffed.”
Once upon a time, I was a very good relative, and I texted three times, and I sent all kinds of bad questions:
Your brother’s funeral isn’t coming? Is there any conscience?”
“The poor white-eyed wolf. I’m sorry.
“What a shame to seduce your brother. I’m sorry.
In a squawk, my hands tremble, I knock on the next line of explanation, and finally, I delete.
How come I don’t want to go to Ching’s last trip?
But I am not eligible for the funeral.
Because Mom and Dad didn’t like me, they even deliberately hid where the funeral was.
I had to hide behind a tree outside the cemetery.
I watched my mother put Cheng’s urn in her grave crying.
I didn’t dare.
Until it was dark, and the people were scattered.
I dared to go to Cheng’s grave.
Photos with a smile and a smile.
Same as every time he smiles at me.
I put in a bunch of daisies.
One day, a little bumpy.
“I’m sorry I came to see you so late. I’m sorry.
And he looked at me silently, as if he were saying, “It’s okay, it’s no fault.” I’m sorry.
How could it not be my fault?
I’ve been asking myself these days if I don’t send that message.
Is it my brother?
It’s a living man, but it’s in a small urn.
I’m off the road.
I remember the year when Cheng was in the next city.
Cheng Ziao didn’t want to go to class, get angry and fall.
I took her and got blue on my forehead.
He came back by train all night and called me downstairs.
I can’t hold my heart back.
And he touched my head, and said, “Don’t let it be difficult at home, I will take you away.” I’m sorry.
So I did not hesitate to report to the university where you are.
After a few years of graduation, we chose to work in the same city.
Then one day, Cheng should have been drunk.
I’ll get him.
He held my hand and said, “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry.
That’s when I realized why Cheng had not found a girlfriend for so many years.
Shortly after he was officially with Cheng, he took out the full savings of his years of work and bought his house locally.
He said it’s our common home, no mom and dad, no pussy.
Just the two of us.
It’s different.
I know.
I was loved on the premise that Cheng was there.
He was standing a wall in front of me.
You can cover the rain.
After he left, I stood in the wind and no more homes.
5
I stayed late to get out of the cemetery.
It’s a mess. When I come downstairs with Cheng Qian’s apartment, I pour cold water.
Cold winter month.
Cold water runs through my body through the gap between the scarf and the coat.
Lun’s out there soon formed ice.
I was shaking, facing my head, and I saw Cheng’s water basin, standing at the entrance to the second floor.
“My brother bought a house and you came back to live? I’m sorry.
But this is my home and Cheng’s.
I won’t be bullied by anyone here.
I’ve got my clothes so tight I can’t stop the cold water and the cold wind.
Finger is freezing.
Go secure the doors.
Cheng Xiao has run down and blocked the door from inside.
What are you doing out there? Mom’s voice came from upstairs.
I grabbed the security door and slowly let go.
This apartment is also a heritage of Cheng Cheng.
Mom and Dad have the key to Chengcheng.
After Cheng’s death, I dare not go home to my parents.
But today is Cheng’s funeral, and I’d love to come a little closer.
So the ghost sent him to this place where we were filled with memories.
Cheng Xiaoqing clears her voice, “It’s okay, Mom, meet a wild dog. I’m sorry.
Mom came up, looked at me, left a line, “Let her come up. I’m sorry.
“Why?”
“Come on up. I’m sorry.
I finally came home, I saw the house set, and I had a buzz.
The family was completely disfigured.
I keep a lot of meat, piled up in the corner.
It’s a nice piece of clothes.
My glass, my pillow in the garbage can.
Cheng Xiao was lying on the sofa, “Mom, where did my brother get so much money to buy such a nice house? I like this house. Give it to me. I’m sorry.
My hands were loose and tight, and my voice was dumb, and he said, “This is my home and mine, which cannot be given to you.” I’m sorry.
I’ve just said it, and I’ve been pushed down.
“What are you doing? My brother bought the house. You’re an outsider. I’m sorry.
I didn’t stand up, and the back of the head hit on the sofa and banged a bang.
Mom came out of the kitchen and said, “Stop it, come for dinner. I’m sorry.
I fell dizzy and couldn’t even hear it for a second.
Cheng Jiao went and sat down and said, “Mom, how can you eat dumplings? I’m sorry.
“Oh, your brother’s bag. It’s frozen in the fridge. I made it. I’m sorry.
I covered my head, my back to them, my nose.
That’s the dumpling Cheng gave me before she left.
Because I love eating.
When she was at home, she gave me dumplings, and she put them in cold, and she’d rather fall down.
Cheng knew, so he had to wrap it up, freeze it and leave it to me.
“I’ll eat later, I’ll make it for you whenever I want. I’ll make it for you. I’m sorry.
I held the sofa and got up from the ground.
Mom looked at me and said, “You’re wet. Go change. I’m sorry.
She saw it.
But she would never blame her for these little contradictions.
When I get dressed and sit at the table, the bowl is empty.
Fat, fat dumplings lying in a garbage can.
Cheng Xiao Zilong’s leg brushed his cell phone and left half of his bowl. I’m sorry.
When I looked at her and didn’t talk, Cheng smiled, “You’re angry? You don’t know who killed my brother? I’m sorry.
“That’s enough.” Mom took the bowl. “When you’re going, go to bed. I’m sorry.
“Mom.”
I turn around and push the door.
The heart was suddenly ripped in half.
In our bedroom, there’s a relic of a concubine magnification.
I took that picture with him.
The film is colored.
I was standing outside the camera, looking at me with my tender eyes.
Suddenly I was shaking.
Mom’s voice came from behind, “Apologize to him.” I’m sorry.
When the night appeared, I said to Cheng, “I miss you, can you come back soon?” I’m sorry.
Cheng Chong: “The ticket is resigned and will be back tomorrow.” I’m sorry.
“Really? I’m sorry.
“Well, give my time to birthday. I’m sorry.
I cried in the air.
Brother, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
Mom closed the door for me and locked it out.
I stood in the dark and saw the bedside with a light of night.
It’s full of photos.
From his childhood to high school and to college.
His life trajectory became my cage.
I finally knew that my mother had made me come in so smoothly, even to live in my house with Cheng.
I want to remind me at all times that Cheng’s life ended when I was 27 years old.
I’ll stand near him and be brutally cut open.
I confess my sins over and over again.
My mother wanted me to be condemned and repented every day by my conscience. It was me who killed my favorite brother.
I don’t deserve to live.
Six.
Cheng is not satisfied that I took the bedroom.
Cut my clothes off.
Put pepper on my towel.
Even hide needles in my blanket.
It was built in my own safe haven and was invaded and occupied with impunity.
I feel like I’m back in my life.
But the only difference is that Mom would stop.
Before I went to work, she put on my scarf and told me, “Come back early today.” I’m sorry.
On the table, there’s something I like.
I’ve been flattered by these treatments since Cheng Xiao was born.
She fell and cried, “Why are you so good to her because she was responsible for my brother’s death?” I’m sorry.
Mom didn’t talk. She just packed the chopsticks. “Did Cheng say sorry to your brother today? I’m sorry.
She’s staring at me.
It was not until I had the expression of guilt and pain that I left with satisfaction.
I say less and less.
It’s hard to work.
I went to see a psychiatrist when I was dying, and he said I was depressed and needed medicine.
He advised me to leave as soon as possible:
“Your brother’s death was an accident. You didn’t kill him. I’m sorry.
“Think about your environment, if there’s a problem, I suggest you change it. I’m sorry.
Coming out of the hospital, I turned on my phone.
It took me a long time to call someone.
The phone rang several times before it was answered.
“Ting Ting, can I help you?”
“I want to rent a house. You were hiring roommates.”
“Sorry, I have a boyfriend. You want to rent a house? I’ll introduce you to the agency. I’m sorry.
Tang Wan-ting is my best friend in high school and college.
Almost everywhere.
She said I’d have to cut you in two.
It’s just that after graduation, everybody’s busy, so they don’t get in touch.
I thanked her.
She seemed busy and hung up without saying a word.
7
By the time we got home, the table was ready.
I made my favorite Coke chicken wings on the plate.
And I love pumpkin porridge.
I’ve come all the way out of the snow, and I’ve finally got cold hands and feet in the house, and the temperature.
I haven’t eaten in a while.
I went to wash my hands.
Sitting at the table, Mom put a chicken wing on me, “A time to eat while it’s hot. I’m sorry.
I suddenly remembered that Cheng Xiao was not born.
When Cheng came back from school, he saw the chicken wings of my bowl, and complained, “Why does she have me?” I’m sorry.
Mom was laughing and knocking on his head. I’m sorry.
Chicken wing entrance, same smell as back then.
My eyes are sore and I’m eating.
Tears fell in rice.
“Mom, you haven’t called me time in years. I’m sorry.
The diagnosis was in the bag, and for a moment, I wanted to tell her.
She was sitting across the street and she didn’t do anything.
“Is it good?”
I nod my head and try and smile, “It’s delicious, thank you, Mom. I’m sorry.
And she looked at me in silence, and said: Eat more, and keep your body, and live to redeem your brother. I’m sorry.
And when We stopped, the warmth of which it was not easy to return retreated.
Mother’s eyes were filled with hatred, undisguised.
“When you go, but when you forget about Cheng, you deserve to die. I’m sorry.
My phone is still on the table.
Intermediaries’ calls are on.
My mom answered my phone.
Mom, I…
She broke my cell phone, grabbed my hair, forced me to look at the house full of photos and screamed hysterically:
Time! You killed my son. How can you escape? I’m sorry.
“We’ll give you food, we’ll give you clothes, why do you want revenge! I’m sorry.
“Do I deserve to die with your father?”
“Do we deserve to die? I’m sorry.
“Do you have a conscience?”
The pain of the heat will rip my body out.
I’m falling back to reality.
Yeah, I killed Cheng.
It was a fact that repeatedly stabbed me in the body.
Until it’s full of holes.
I was beaten to death.
Shrink in the corner.
Mom kneeled on the kitchen floor and cried.
Home mess.
She called a group of relatives.
They’re surrounded by my mom, and they’re not accusing me.
Dad’s back. Fix my wound.
“Your mother has severe depression, so don’t provoke her. Anyway, she was hit by a car to save you, and now she’s sick. I hope you look at her for the old days. I’m sorry.
“Just be … Dad, please. I’m sorry.
He cried.
A big man with white hair after Cheng’s death.
He’s different to me.
Not often at home, but I always have one of my gifts.
I tightened my hand on the report.
The desire to talk is dying.
Yeah, Mom’s worse than me.
I’m still young and I can make it.
8
I’ve been insomnia all day, dreaming, and depression seems to have increased.
Take a lot of pills and lose a lot of hair.
And every day you’ll face your mother’s questions, and your mother’s anger, and your father’s indifference.
I think I should try to move out.
The doctor said it would be helpful to leave the environment.
I called Don Wan Ting, remembering that she had said some time ago that she was looking for a joint rent.
In this city, she’s kind of my little friend.
There seems to be a meeting over there.
The phone was hung up.
It’s been three hours since you called back.
“At time, are you sick?”
“Well, depression. I’m sorry.
Don Wan-ting came to pick me up.
“A time…”
Called me from far away.
She explained that she wanted me to stay at her house for a while.
But the little boyfriend I just met is moving in.
She advised me:
“Did you fight with your parents? Why don’t you go soft with your parents? I’m sorry.
My hands shake.
Don Wing Ting didn’t find out.
She insisted on driving me home, where she saw a photo.
It’s me standing up in a kiss.
Don Wing-ting looked at me like, “You and your brother?” I’m sorry.
And I lifted my eyes, and I saw clearly the implausible and a little obnoxious of each other.
I know.
Don Wing Ting has a brother who’s been with her since she was a kid.
So the relationship between Cheng and Cheng is disgusting to Tang Wan-ting.
“I’m not born–” I want to explain something.
Tang Wan-ting stood up and threw my hand away, “I’ve got things to do, I’m going. I’m sorry.
I didn’t stop her.
I’m used to being misinterpreted and abandoned by everyone.
Cheng is dead, nothing matters anymore.
9
I’m taking my pills on time.
Dreams are growing.
Upon awakening, the wounds filled with love were torn apart again and torn to pieces.
A few days later, a chat was recorded on the ground.
When I first got to work, I got a lot of attention.
Or sympathy, or ridicule, or disgust.
My chat with Cheng was posted online.
Things are being distorted and fabricated.
One night, a dozen different versions appeared.
Others say I fell in love with my own brother, killed him and pushed his mother into depression.
A lot of people down there yell at me.
The day I went to the toilet, the voices of two colleagues came in clearly.
“You know what happened in Cheng? She worked hard before, and the leader was very good at her. It’s all in vain. I’m sorry.
“How can a person who has a problem with her family expect her to handle her co-worker’s relationship with her brother is disgusting? I’m sorry.
The sound is moving away.
I feel like I’m back in high school.
With Don Wing Ting, he was bullied every day.
There was no family behind him.
No friends around.
When a man throws dirty water at you, you can throw it back.
When two people do it, you can say it out loud.
When millions of people do this to you, then you’re wrong.
The insolent dispute will be drowned in public opinion, and there will never be a day to come forth.
I’m isolated.
Every day I come home, it’s my mother’s suffocation, crying and forcing.
After work, it’s the harassment and ridicule of colleagues and supervisors.
I don’t know how long I’ve been here.
About a week?
Tang Wing-Ting called me and apologized. I’m sorry.
“It’s okay. I’m sorry.
She was relieved, “Well, I’ll buy you dinner sometime. I’m sorry.
I cried before I hung up the phone and asked, “Ting Ting, just today, okay? I’m sorry.
Don Wing Ting is really busy.
Even for dinner, the phone is one.
I used to come to Cheng Zheng.
Cheng will pick me up the prick and put the fish in the bowl.
This time, it’s my turn to challenge Don Wan-ting.
When she hung up on the phone, she was staring at a bowl of fish, and she was like, “You don’t have to do this.”
“It’s okay, Cheng did it, so I’d like to try it. I’m sorry.
Don Wing-Ting’s eyes are ticking.
The phone’s ringing again, and this time, she just snapped it, “What do you want to do later?” I’m sorry.
“Go to the movies, comedy. I’m sorry.
“Good. I’m sorry.
10
Two-and-a-half-hour movies, fun laughs.
A few times I smiled and cried.
Don Wing Ting thinks that the doctor who was depressed during the talk must have misdiagnosed.
Because there was something I couldn’t say.
The movie’s over, it’s snowing outside.
It was surrounded by a nice scarf around its neck, raised its head and looked under the twilight light and pounced the snow.
She blinked, “Ting Ting, I’ll rent a house by the end of the month. I’m sorry.
She’s having trouble with her family so late.
Eleven.
It’s quiet in the living room.
Mom used to be asleep this time.
But at the moment, she was sitting in the living room with only one light.
Put something in front of you.
I went over there and yelled, “Mom…”
I saw her in front of a love letter.
A heart sank.
She opened it up and put it in front of me, “What is this? I’m sorry.
“This is a love letter from my brother. I’m sorry.
Mom’s eyes are red, tears are falling.
She’s shaking her hands. She can’t open it on several occasions.
Last time I threw a letter in front of me.
“What are these? I’m sorry.
Like questions, like a mother in despair.
“Why do you provoke me in this disgusting way every time I want to start? I’m sorry.
She yelled at me.
“I’m sorry, I’m locked in a locker…”
She choked my arm, dragged it to the front, and spread out the wrinkled paper, “Read, read, read, without error.” I’m sorry.
Three full hours.
As late as it was.
In the end, I shivered and shivered.
“Please, mother, I was wrong, I was sorry to you, and I was sorry to my brother, and it was my fault.” I’m sorry.
She e-mailed me to the company.
I quit my job.
“He loves you so much, you have to stay with him. I’m sorry.
That, like the last straw to crush a camel.
Mom’s right.
Maybe I should go with my brother.
12
My mom locked me up.
Life gets numb.
Every day, there is only one thing I have to do: to apologize to Zhang Xian’s legacy.
And read the love letter he wrote to me out loud.
Many days later one night, I dreamt of Cheng Zheng.
He also looked at me not far in the clothes of his business trip.
Brother, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
The apology came out.
Cheng is crying.
I can’t hear him.
And so he fell and ran.
It’s a little loud.
I heard clearly: “Get out of here, I beg you, and leave me alone.” I’m sorry.
13
From the dream, it was 5:00 in the morning.
I turned on my phone and the ghost sent a message to Don Wan-ting.
“Ting Ting, can you pick me up? I’m locked up. I’m sorry.
After I finish, I wait.
There was a moment, some fresh oxygen.
I saved some money.
Cheng really wants to watch Qinghai oily flowers.
So I was gonna surprise him.
When I get out, I’ll show him.
We have one hundred things to do before we’re 70, and we’ve only done 30, and I want to go on.
I sat and waited until 8:00. Don Wing-ting didn’t reply.
Mom’s knocking, “Get up and apologize to your brother. I’m sorry.
I deleted the chat with Don Wing Ting.
Brother, I think I can’t get out.
14
Dad’s back.
Outside, he’s fighting with Mom.
Cheng’s picture fell.
Enough, Yao Jia-jin! Are you crazy? Are you going to drive her crazy? She’s just a kid!”
My mother’s voice is like I’m going to be too late, “I’m going to drive her crazy! Why didn’t my son die because of her? I’m sorry.
“We all know it was an accident! I’m sorry.
“Not really. “If it wasn’t for that, he would have landed safely on flight 19. I’m sorry.
She cried so hard, “Why would she want him back soon?” Why didn’t he stop her when he proposed a change? I’m sorry.
On the wall, Cheng is laughing at me.
Bottom left, a signed copy of the ticket.
And I looked at him, and I did not know the first time, and said: “O brother, I am sorry. I’m sorry.
If only I didn’t rush him.
I’m just an orphan. What’s the point of a birthday?
Why did you have to have a birthday on that day?
Why, does he love me?
Mom hates right.
He signed it for my birthday.
It’s me.
It’s snowing again outside the window.
Ten years ago, on my birthday, my parents abandoned me to the orphanage.
Ten years later, my birthday became Cheng’s anniversary.
Maybe I shouldn’t have lived in this world.
The phone rings.
Tang Wan Ting’s anxious voice came out of the microphone.
“At times, me and the police are downstairs. Did your mother lock you up? Don’t be afraid. I’ll be right up. I’m sorry.
It’s been a long time since I sent her a message.
I opened the window.
“Ting Ting, look behind you. I’m sorry.
“Aah?”
“The gate place, I’m there. I’m sorry.
“Well, you wait for me. Police comrade, she’s at the front door. I’m sorry.
There’s a noise in the phone.
It’s getting farther away from this building.
I climbed up the window and the wind blew my hair.
Snowflake fell on my face, eyelashes.
I don’t remember the first snowfall this year.
I haven’t remembered since Cheng’s death.
I held the handle and whispered, “Ting, I’m sorry, but this is a time for you. I’m sorry.
“What do you mean? O time, do not frighten me. I’m sorry.
I cut off the phone and took a deep sip.
Mom’s right. I should have made amends for my brother.
Now, okay?
That day.
I jumped down the 18th floor.
The blizzard is obsessed with the eyes.
The heavens and the earth are white.
No fear, no pain.
There’s only one peace left.
Brother, I’m coming with you. I’m sorry.
15
On the day of his death, he avoided the road with the most traffic.
When Tang Wan-ting arrived, he was alone in the snow.
Close your eyes.
Sleeping like that.
The blood is covered in white snow.
Tang Wing Ting has soft legs, kneels in the snow and regrets crushing his lungs.
I can’t breathe.
She saw the day the message was sent.
She didn’t light it.
So only an incomplete sentence when you see it:
Ting Ting, can you pick me up?
Something happened to break her mind, Don Wing Ting.
Just pick someone up.
Send her the address on the way. She’ll be fine.
But I didn’t say anything.
Her little dialogue box was just pushed to the bottom of the working message.
Don Wing Ting forgot.
It was an accident to see the information on the flight.
She’s trying to get a file from the chat. The client’s name is changed.
Don Wing Ting saw the whole thing.
Cheng was locked up by her mother.
That’s why you didn’t send the address.
She thought Don Wing Ting saw everything.
Don Wing Ting called the police.
But he was watching the journey and jumped from the top floor.
When the police went to knock, their parents were fighting in the living room.
They saw the police first.
After a few words from the police, they raced to the rest of the bedroom.
Only one cell phone fell by the bed and the screen was broken.
Between the time of the journey and the last moment, even leaving is lonely.
Not even a suicide note.
Don Wan-ting hasn’t moved for a long time in front of his grave.
The manager said, “Who are you?” I’m sorry.
“Friends. I’m sorry.
After that, she stopped.
It just seemed to her that she was hypocritical and disgusting when she said the two words in the right direction.
Don Wing Ting looked back at her time when she was coming.
What are you thinking?
When you were really worried about Cheng?
Or simple self-motion?
She was convinced that the trip was just a bit depressed, and she could be completely relieved by taking her out for dinner and a movie.
So she didn’t have the time to listen.
What day is not dead?
It doesn’t make any sense that everyone who dies and loves is depressed.
She even thinks it’s time.
So, when the truth came to her, the rich mountain of remorse usually came at her.
“It is hard to believe why a person has grown to such a critical point in time. I’m sorry.
That’s what the doctor said.
Don Wing Ting doesn’t know why.
That is why it was only after her death that she really tried to go through the last part of her life.
On the day of the diagnosis of mild depression, Cheng Jiao threw what was on the journey into the garbage cans with her and Cheng’s last memories.
She tried to talk, but her father blocked her mouth under the pretext of depression.
The period was marked by the distance she displayed as a result of her relationship with Cheng Qian.
Later, Cheng was bullied in the workplace because of public opinion.
The date she mentioned was the last time she was in despair and asked for help.
And she mistakenly assumed that the journey had already come out.
I put a shell on myself.
Look bright.
But inside, it’s in the mud.
Tang Wing Ting is like an idle bystander, watching the process as it collapses.
She’s been thinking about it a million times.
When Cheng received her mother’s phone call, did she want to stay for a moment?
While he was on his back, he made a 10-minute phone call.
Did you already know she was a burden to others?
So she gave up being saved.
Knowing what his future would be, he had let himself go.
It was only after the police had spoken to her mother that she knew what torture she had experienced.
In that cabin.
How humbled, hard-working and carefully preserved the last hope for survival and remained.
Again and again, she was pushed into the abyss by loved ones who had given her warmth and light.
Two weeks later, Don Wing Ting accidentally opened the payment software.
When I saw it, I transferred money.
That moment she cried like rain.
The message was, “Sorry for the time being. I’m sorry.
16 Qianjin Perspective
On the 8th of December, the day we got home, the time was gone.
I pulled my suitcase, looked at the empty house, and it was weird.
It’s her birthday. Maybe she’s at Mom and Dad’s.
I went to Mom and Dad’s.
Just walked in the door and saw him crying.
“Dad, Mom, what are you doing? I’m sorry.
I saw the ring on the table, and I understood.
I’m in love with Azumi.
I’m standing in front of time, “I’ve got a grudge coming, there’s no mistake.” I’m sorry.
But they didn’t even talk to me.
I can’t hear what they’re saying, but I can only see them shouting at time.
Cheng Xiao also slapped her.
I’m so angry that I’m gonna stretch my hand.
It’s hard to push.
Time didn’t pay attention to me either.
As I pursued her, she was sitting in a bench downstairs with a snowy face and crying so pathetic.
I was crouching in front of time, “I’m back, time.” You look up at my brother. We’re not going home anymore, okay? I’m sorry.
“Don’t cry, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
But no matter what I do, she pretends not to hear.
The deal was I’d show off and let her face the anger of her family.
Must be angry.
“When you’re angry, you can scold me, not the Cold War. I’m sorry.
I said a lot after time.
The time has come to say nothing.
It’s a long cold war.
She went home and got dumplings.
I knew she ate less, had a lot left.
I tried to teach her a few words, but I kept it.
I can’t be confused.
But gradually, I noticed something wrong.
I’ve been crying.
Sometimes I call my name.
Am I here?
Why did she pretend not to see?
I rubbed my tears and it was cold.
He looked up and didn’t erase anything.
As time was looking at our chat records, and when the night was quiet, he was in bed, and his eyes were swollen like walnuts.
Why?
What’s wrong with me?
Am I… dead?
It’s like a dead bell. It’s suddenly ringing in the middle of the night.
All those confused words in your ear, all those cries in your mouth that you never understood, were clearly heard at once.
She said, “I’m sorry. I killed you.”
Seven days ago, I was dead.
Aircraft crash.
One second, I was thinking about how to put the ring on the arm, and the next second I lost consciousness.
I laughed bitterly.
I see.
I left my time.
She suffered so much that she blamed me for my death.
Everyone’s treating my time.
They wouldn’t let her come to my funeral and took over the house I gave her.
She was bullied by Cheng and tortured by her mother.
But what are they entitled to?
It was just an accident.
Why extend my misfortune to the living?
I saw Tim crouching by the garbage can and sneaking up the dumplings that Cheng fell off.
I look sad.
Stop picking up dumplings.
Time is sick.
I followed her and I couldn’t leave for a moment.
There was no glory in her eyes.
Like a body without a soul.
Cheng Ziao sent the chat to his community, and his relatives used it as a joy to spread it.
Finally caused a storm.
I looked into the storm and stood alone.
How could her little body bear such a heavy burden?
Mom, stop putting my death on time.
Don’t you remember?
Just the day before I got back, you called me and asked me to come back early.
You said the same thing as time.
But you’re looking at time and taking all the blame.
You blame yourself?
Yes, you blame yourself.
I just blame myself for putting this together on the shoulder of time.
She’s a child without love.
It took me years to get time out of the shadow of the past.
You know why she’s so eager to be close to her, and you tricked her back to hell.
It’s getting thinner and thinner.
That night, I finally saw time.
She fell and ran and fell several times.
Look at her like this, I’m not as good as dead.
“Tour, be good. Please, get out of here. I’m sorry.
But my time has not escaped.
No one would help her.
Even if she had done it in good faith.
It was not rewarded.
When she climbs up the window, I don’t talk anymore.
Too hard.
I’d better leave.
I’ll take you to Qinghai to see the bouquets.
Nobody can bully you anymore.
When the time fell, the skirt was flying like a moving butterfly.
She saw me, and there was finally light in her eyes.
Brother! I’m sorry.
I held her in my arms.
“No, it hurts. Soon we’ll be together. I’m sorry.
17, Mom’s perspective.
When Cheng died, I was put in a mental institution.
Maybe I’m really psychotic.
I’ve been dreaming lately. I can always dream about the moment I was adopted.
A small troupe, a timid measure of us.
It hurts.
I only have Cheng’s son.
All of a sudden more daughters can laugh in their dreams.
I’m not sure if I’m the only one who knows what I’m doing.
Me too.
A good boy. Why would his parents abandon her?
It’s a total loss.
If she’s hurt, she wants to be better.
Cheng was jealous at first and thought it was time to take away his love.
I told Cheng seriously: “When we were young, we had to love him.” I’m sorry.
I don’t know. Cheng remembers it longer than me.
When I was pregnant, I threw up every day, and then the baby was in a bad position, and it took a lot of energy.
Cheng Xiaobian came out thin and small and cried like a cat.
That’s why I love her more with his dad.
I’ve never felt so partial.
Cheng is supposed to be more loved than my brother and sister.
So, of course, I slapped her when I taught her a lesson and when she didn’t take care of her.
I’m stupid after that.
It was time, my son. Why hit her?
I have softened my tone and I hope to understand my apologies.
But since then, I’ve never been angry with us again.
When you talk, you’re even invisible.
And I know that a bowl of water will be flat, but it will be a holiday, and the relatives will walk, and many will advise me that it is in the belly who is himself. It’s bigger than it is. What if one day you’re not here and you bully Cheng Xiao?
I read too many white-eyed wolf stories.
Gradually starting to chill her out.
It’s not like it’s a good idea.
When did I realize I’d gone too far?
Then, on the day, he came across what she had taken, and said to her: “Have you dared to complain; he is my brother, not your brother. Get the fuck out of here. I’m sorry.
It’s always been the time of the week.
I feel a little guilty.
Wait for the ride to tell me.
This time, I’ll never be partial.
But it seemed like nothing had happened at the time, and it had been very careful.
Turns out someone else’s kid really didn’t have a family.
Once I had this idea, I automatically had to be an outsider.
A stranger who lives in my house and leaves when he’s grown up.
Remember that winter, when I was in school, I got a message in the middle of the night.
“Mom, I’m sorry to bother you at night. It’s getting cold. The dorm’s not hot. Can you get me a cotton coat? I’m sorry.
It’s like talking to an outsider.
I don’t know if she’s deliberately disgusting me.
Because her teacher called the next day, “What’s so hard at home when other parents mail clothes? If there is, we can react to it. I’m sorry.
What does she want?
In this tone, you can make up my lies in front of your classmates.
I hung up on the phone, and I got a cotton coat from home that I didn’t want to wear.
A week later, Cheng Zheng returned from university in the field.
She threw her clothes on the floor and had a big fight with me.
He said, “Mom, you can’t wear the clothes when you travel, do you want to freeze her to death?” I’m sorry.
That moment, I was silent.
Because it’s been a long time since I bought clothes.
In my impression, she should be the same size as Cheng.
Cheng Qian has never spoken to me with such disappointment.
“I was sick, almost hospitalized for pneumonia. If you can’t take care of her, transfer her to high school. I’ll take care of her! I’m sorry.
That’s like a slap on my face.
I have lost my dignity as an “elder.”
And all that lies hidden in anger and shame and hatred.
I slapped Cheng, “What is she worth yelling at me? I’m sorry.
“She’s my sister. “You taught me to protect my sister for life.” I’m a grown-up, I’ll pay for the rest of my life. Don’t worry about it. I’m sorry.
I’ve been in love with my mother and daughter since then.
So far, Cheng’s death came.
I learned she was in love with Cheng.
I hate to let her die.
Cheng Zheng was resigned.
She’s more important than me.
Even if I told you to change it back, it’s not my fault.
Cheng’s death tormented me day and night.
In addition to my grief, I dreamt over and over about my conversation with Cheng.
“Everybody’s waiting for their birthday. I’m sorry.
I sleep insomnia all day.
I dreamt that Cheng would blame me for killing him.
Actually, it’s me.
I’m depressed.
I don’t want to die. I have to live.
So I pointed the spear at the time.
What’s wrong with me?
Cheng Zheng came back on his birthday.
I didn’t want to come back without her.
So it’s all her fault.
She is responsible for Cheng’s death.
I started to get worse.
When I see her in pain, I get a breath from asphyxiation.
I keep telling myself that, you see, the person responsible for Cheng’s death is alive, and I don’t have to die as an accessory.
And suddenly one day, the journey disappeared from the world.
She lay in the snow.
Close your eyes.
Quietly asleep.
There’s her phone on the ground and a diagnostic.
It’s a severe depression, a suicidal tendency, and it’s a few words that drive my eyes.
God mocked me:
Save yourself with a child who wanders on the brink of death.
At that moment, others looked at me differently.
I don’t understand. I can’t believe it.
Later, I told Cheng to change it.
Cheng’s father sat on the couch, smoked all night, and his eyes were red.
“I’m sorry for the kid. I’m sorry.
A simple sentence, it broke me.
I went crazy out the window.
He was dragged to a psychiatric hospital.
What’s the point of sending them in?
I am not tired of repeating: “It was I who made Cheng sign, and it was I who forced him to die. I’m sorry.
I want to make myself feel better.
But the truth is, I can’t live.
Cheng’s father and I divorced.
Cheng Xiao didn’t want to see me after knowing the truth.
I don’t know if it’s payback. This kid’s having a hard time.
Cheng’s father came to see me once.
I was awake that time.
He complained to me that the children, one more than the other, were suffering.
He said that Cheng Xiao had married a fake rich man who only found out after marriage that he was a liar, a gambler, drained the savings of his family and beat her in two head for three days.
What’s the point of having children and their lives?
I remember before.
I was scolded by the leader for my work failure, and I was crouched by my side during the journey, and I said, “Mother is not sad.” I’m sorry.
Remembering my fight with Cheng’s father in the middle of the cold and crying with a warm water bag, he said, “Mom, it’s cold outside. Go back. I’m sorry.
Why, then I forgot?
Fuck me.
I didn’t ask for anything from the beginning.
She just wants a home.
She came with hope and left in despair.
I didn’t treat her well.
Cheng, I’m sorry.
One morning I hung myself in the bathroom hose while people were not looking.
Asphyxiation suffocates, the soul rises out of the body and rises to understanding.
I saw Cheng Zheng.
When he pulls, he doesn’t know where to go.
“Chang Cheng, time to travel.”
I called them and wanted to follow them.
Cheng turned around and looked at me cold and light.
“Don’t follow me. I’m sorry.
This time, he won’t even scream.
I don’t even know how to look back.
It’s just that Cheng is being gentle again to hold hands as we travel.
“Let’s go, I’ll show you the oily flowers. I’m sorry.
They’re on the front, covered in flowers.
It’s time to jump, lively and cute.
I wanted to keep up, but a pulverizing force hit me.
The soul was dragged back to the body.
“Saved successful. I’m sorry.
“Present a belt. I’m sorry.
“Let her live.” I’m sorry.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
