It’s bad luck.
My personal letters were scolded.
The reason for this is that my sister wrote a novel on the web site, where the main character was so desperate that he wanted to commit suicide.
It’s her true experience.
Oh, and then attached, and my Twitter ID.
The last message I received before the account was sealed:
“Bitch, damn you. I’m sorry.
Maliciousness is like the tide of gravity disorder.
Then someone threw the link at me. It was “Look what you did.”
So I rushed into the article with a “faceless” fight.
Everything is clear.
As a second child, he was bullied by his own sister.
Everything is for your sister’s sake.
The chance to read, the boyfriend gave it to her.
In order to leave the opportunity for further education to the sister, the main actor dropped out of school early to supplement his family’s work. In the end, she was accused by her sister of being a piece of waste and was called a parasite with a spine.
She was humiliated and demeaned by her closest family, and she was in a state of total despair, giving birth to the desire to die.
She wrote, “I know that my sister is the fruit of love, and I am nothing but a mistake in the dark.” I’m sorry.
“I think it would have been nice if it hadn’t been me that night 23 years ago. I’m sorry.
It’s sad to read, and readers leave comments in the comment section:
“I didn’t think this was the true story of the author… I’m sorry.
“That sister is so mean! Why is she still alive? I’m sorry.
“It’s so much better! I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
I turned off my phone, and I couldn’t help it.
In just half an hour, I got 29 harassment calls, 53 text messages to bomb.
Interception software has become overburdened and there is a hidden tendency to surrender.
Photos of my student age have been posted online, without exception, with red forks, or P-defeated and labeled as “Vexed Woman.”
Even the primary school students who haven’t met for a long time called:
“I didn’t think you were such a face! I’m sorry.
Call me back, I’ve been hacked.
On Twitter, “The sad web is a personal experience.” The heat of this term is rising, and it’s about to take the hot list first.
In one moment, I became a drug addict, a cold-blooded, insensitive woman.
And even more, I was forced to ask, “How can you eat and sleep when your sister is so desperate?” I’m sorry.
There was only one voice that was so gentle in the blast:
Don’t blame me, I’m just being honest. I’m sorry.
“But it’s not bad for you to have too many good days. I’m sorry.
She’s shivering, 30 seconds later, dead.
I’ve got the seatphones in place, and there’s no problem.
Zhao Myung, you can.
But you got one thing right:
“I’m so stupid that everything has to be done for itself. I’m sorry.
I was alive the next day.
The cyberstorm is getting worse, and there’s a couple of knocks all morning, and I’m not open.
Looking outside the window, media reporters were surrounded by the door of the district, and security forces were trying to stop them from coming in.
We can’t afford to lose the power of the Internet, but one night, I’m a villain.
According to this trend, either I hide at home until I die, or I go out to meet the gruesome tides of society, and I get beaten up.
Or just admit it and write another long letter of apology.
Only then I will never get rid of the existing label.
What would people say about me, “Stomping on my sister’s remains” or “Scorpion Girl”?
Zhao Ming said that I had cut one of her long hair like a dog out of jealousy, making her look bad in front of the gods.
And my hair, like absorbing her regrets, grows better and better.
“A smooth curly hair is her sign. I’m sorry.
Huh.
I looked at myself in the mirror, and cut the long hair of my waist into my ears.
The change of black jackets, the wearing of glasses, masks and duck tongue caps, and the soft locking of the door, I snuck out of the back door under siege.
Nobody suspects me.
I guess Zhao Ming didn’t realize that she had given a special tip about her appearance, so it was easily altered.
I’ll take a cab, get off, and stay silent.
Until I walked into the notary.
I pulled out my ID and my cell phone and smiled at the staff.
“Hello, I’m applying for evidence security. I’m sorry.
Zhao Mio’s novel has won thousands of praises.
Public opinion continues to ferment and even creates a superstition.
The administrator’s sign-in is, “Is Zhao dead today? I’m sorry.
After almost a week of online violence, my sister finally came forward to respond:
“I’m sorry, I didn’t expect this much discussion. I hope you can forget this. My sister was supposed to have a perfect life, and now I’m ruining it.”
Interviewed at the scene, she was a few times choked.
Eyesighted journalists burst, her social platform turned grey, much of which was removed and suspected of being threatened.
Now, the spear points at me again.
“There are still people trying to hide their sins! I’m sorry.
Angry media and the general public brought this to a new climax.
I’m a street rat now, and everyone can scream.
There’s even a suggestion in the proprietors to shut me down.
In the meantime, Zhao Mio called me again.
I didn’t answer it, but I guess she’s got to be.
But she won’t be proud long.
Next week, the court summons should have arrived.
As I expected, Zhao Zhao Qiu called to ask questions.
What do you mean, Zhao Wah?
I don’t give a shit about her. I’m just working on the evidence.
After the meeting, her voice was sharp and low.
“I’m sorry, sister. I caused you trouble. I’m sorry, really.
The sound of the listener became dull and wet and she seemed to be crying.
“I’m just… falling apart… and I can’t help it…”
She wept, she couldn’t cry.
“Can you forgive me? If I can make up for the harm I’ll die.”
She’s not finished yet.
No need.
It’s just a new wave of opinion bombs.
Zhao Ming is a legal blind man and must be in a state of panic.
No, I just hung up, and she came downstairs to ring my doorbell.
Sister open the door I was wrong
She cried torn her heart apart, as if she wanted to awaken the entire building.
And I’m just watching her ugly through the visual dialogue box.
Her cell phone was hidden behind her back and the screen was hidden.
After the meeting, she looked at the dialogue box, bit her teeth and strangled her phone in front of her.
“Sorry everyone my sister really hates me it’s all my fault”
She turned back one step at a time and left with a broken heart.
After all, she doesn’t have the key. She can’t get in.
I stood by the window in cold blood and looked down.
What can I do?
My sister, she’s always been a pain in the ass.
A few days before the trial, my dad called me.
The two elders did not have much access to the Internet and heard Zhao Mio’s phone call and cry to learn that the scandal was being heard.
Even though Zhao Xiao was scolded for not being angry, he complained that she was eating and crawling, but that she had a good word for her.
“Wow, what can’t you two say? I’m sorry.
The older generation insisted that the matter could be resolved.
“Tomorrow at noon, why don’t you all go home for dinner, huh? I’m sorry.
I’ll answer the question:
“It was sent to the monitor the other day. I’m sorry.
What’s better in the country than in the city is that the network isn’t that developed.
But the cracks are still a lot.
Now, for example, there’s no such thing as Gossip Girl.
I thought you said you wanted to buy a house. I’m sorry.
Listen, I laughed.
Zhao Hming’s face was so stiff, he didn’t talk to her, he turned around and walked into his house.
I picked up a sugar for Mrs. Lin.
And whosoever is ignorant is not guilty, how will she know that Zhao Moi will buy a house?
At the table, Zhao Miu’s head was poached without a sound.
My mom was just sitting there and counting her:
“I told you to find a way out for yourself. You have to squeeze to your sister! I’m sorry.
“It’s not a shame! I’m sorry.
My dad’s on one side of the mud.
“It’s all about peace and security that matters. I’m sorry.
Zhao Ming listened to it, and his tears didn’t pass.
Half-eating, and she’s throwing chopsticks.
“What do you know? I’m sorry.
She cried and ran out the door without forgetting to take her phone.
After lunch, Mom and Dad went to the mountain with their backs cut off sugar cane, and I sat in the yard watching.
I wasn’t surprised when Zhao Ming came over.
“Can you drop the charges…”
I shook her head.
She’s in a hurry. I mean, her right hand.
“To make a deal, put your phone down. I’m sorry.
Finally, let me add: “You must make me believe that you will not go mad.” I’m sorry.
Zhao was angry and ashamed and finally reluctantly put his cell phone back to his house and returned.
“It’s agreed. I’m sorry.
She approached me.
“You lent me that money before, and I’m not gonna give it back. I’m sorry.
I waved at her.
“I lent you $40,000 for an abortion, and now you’re done, and you’re on rest and recuperation. I’m sorry.
When she heard the two words, she had a red face, and looked to her left with great tension.
Shut up and die! I’m sorry.
Then she suddenly realized her current position and her voice was down.
“I said I’ll pay you back when I make money. I’m sorry.
I’m half-eyed.
“You’re mistaken. You said you’d pay back after the surgery. I’m sorry.
“And have you made enough money this time?”
I looked at her in cold.
Zhao Xiaoqiao ate Huang Company, he was mute.
“And what about the $50,000 I lent you when you started your business?” I’m sorry.
I slowly stood up and looked into Zhao Ming’s eyes.
“Was it gone?”
She retreated with a guilty heart.
“My money’s not in the wind either. I’m sorry.
“The money, too. I’m sorry.
Zhao Myung opened his mouth and disproved:
“But you’re my sister! “Am I not to be helped?”
I’m gonna laugh at that.
Good.
That’s it.
Zhao Ming was not prosecuted.
After all, it’s a disgrace to eat a case.
I did it on purpose. I didn’t miss anything.
Unless there is an interest in searching the Internet, the lawsuit will be as if it had not occurred.
Zhao Mio seems to know that he will lose most of his case, and is now working hard on the Internet to make his own miserable man a better man, so that he can keep his fans in mind.
But that’s okay. After all, it’s $90,000, and Zhao can get it out.
During that time, she was running away from reality and busy with various talk shows and live broadcasts.
The more she moves, the more silent I am.
A couple of them wanted to interview me and said they could use an alias.
But who doesn’t know, I’m now like walking naked on the Internet.
I haven’t bought a delivery since the accident.
Quick delivery and a box to my house.
There’s no way out. I had to bring it in.
There’s excreta, blades, horror pictures, everything.
There are also long letters of warning, most of them against me in the same position as Zhao Xiao.
I can’t stand it. The worst thing I can do is carry a curse on my parents.
It’s my parents’ fault they don’t have a child.
But I’m not angry anymore.
Because I know this will be over soon.
I had a meeting with Zhao Mio in front of the courthouse.
Zhao Ming was trying to cover up the tension, so he took his hair off.
The smell of high-quality oil smelt into my nose and it’s very aggressive.
“Even if you win the case, public opinion will not stand on your side, Zhao Wah. I’m sorry.
I went up the stairs before her.
I don’t care if you stand up for me.
It’s time to lean towards me.
“Call the plaintiff to prove. I’m sorry.
The presiding judge spoke.
Our counsel nodded to the judge and, after setting out other evidence, broadcast the video.
Almost as the picture appeared, the defendant challenged –
“Does the security camera know about the video? I’m sorry.
“If the defendant is not informed, can the video be suspected of being unlawful evidence that infringes the defendant ‘ s right to privacy and thus excluded? I’m sorry.
It seems Zhao Ming is not too stupid to pay for a lawyer.
The judge looked at the lawyer.
“We haven’t reached the testimonial. I’m sorry.
Having listened to this, our counsel continues to broadcast the video.
Onion fields are connected to a wide earth, wet mud and tan all the way to the yard — perhaps not the “hospital” — because there is no shelter, and only an open and flat concrete dam surrounds the houses.
The field was also connected to other families, and women farmers continued to walk under the lens with their backs and their heads on them.
For half a minute, the picture continues.
After the meeting, there was chaos, and the conversation started coming out — my parents came out to pick me up and Zhao Ming.
After another minute, the picture came into my yard with Zhao Ming.
“You lent me that money before, and I’m not gonna give it back…”
“…”
“But you’re my sister. Isn’t it a natural? I’m sorry.
The video is over and Zhao Xiao’s face is greener than the cucumber in the ground.
After all, she was too busy dealing with the media and probably did not take the evidence in court seriously.
We have a silent statement from our lawyer:
“We provide this evidence in order to prove that the defendant admitted having borrowed 90,000 dollars from the plaintiff. I’m sorry.
“The Court is reminded that this video originated from a surveillance camera guarding the fields at the home of the former accused, rather than from inside the house. In other words, the daily surveillance coverage of the cameras is public, not private. I’m sorry.
“As the conversation took place in a public place and the video was taken by the camera in normal working conditions, this evidence is fundamentally different from the stolen video, which is fully certified and should not be excluded. I’m sorry.
The other lawyer insisted:
“The content of the conversation in the video violates the privacy of the defendant. I’m sorry.
I watched Zhao Mio’s face get red across the street and his fingers fold tight.
“Absolutely.” As a lender, the plaintiff only confirmed to the defendant the purpose of the loan. I’m sorry.
Our lawyer looked at me.
“In addition, the parties agree that medical surgery is a fairly legitimate use as the subject of borrowing. I’m sorry.
Thus, even if the content of the conversation is disclosed, the violation of the right to privacy is not so serious as to exclude the application of evidence.
I blinked at Zhao Ming.
Right, sister?
After two years out of school, Zhao Heung lived with his boyfriend and became pregnant.
She was only 20 years old. She wouldn’t look back.
Then the man didn’t want to take responsibility and sneaked up to the north to work.
Zhao Ming was afraid to tell his parents, so he called me crying and said, “Sister, only you can help me.” I’m sorry.
The moment I walked out of the courtroom, I saw Zhao Hsiong’s face turned a little gray.
There are still a few cases of loan disputes between relatives.
Besides, I told you before the court how Zhao was living in my house instead of working, eating my savings.
I have a heavy mortgage on my back, and Zhao has earned a fortune from that novel, and more than 90,000 loans have to be repaid.
Besides, transfer records, chats, even her bills.
Zhao Myungli was there, staring at the screen of his cell phone, his face was white and red, and finally he woke up with tears.
She threw an eye at me, filled with resentment.
Hate?
Ah, no wonder.
This trial has caused a huge web-based explosion.
The loan dispute itself did not concern the privacy of anyone, and the trial was duly placed on the web of hearings to be broadcast live.
Before I went to court, I registered a small number on Twitter and relayed a live link.
“I am indeed evil.” I’m sorry.
I thought Zhao Hming liked to broadcast it.
Because it’s in the wind, it’s rapidly hotter and hits high.
Ironic?
I’m the devil she wrote. Satan’s money, but she has taken good care of it.
I gave her a place to live, which is why she fought me.
The cyber-squillies looked back and turned their backs and went to pick Zhao Ming.
No, it’s only been 10 minutes since Zhao’s history came out:
Poor results, loss of vocational education, four or five boyfriends, abortion.
There are no fixed jobs, but consumption is high.
So far, things have become clear.
Not as she wrote, I robbed her of the opportunity to go to school, but instead I kept paying her part-time — until she said she wouldn’t read.
No one wants to deprive her of her right to education — she chose her own path.
Zhao Ming didn’t read the material, she knew it.
After years of social confusion, abandoned by her ex-boyfriend, she came to me to help me share the household, but only to stay at home and do nothing but word and chase.
And her drafts are all for food and fun.
I told her more than once that it was time to think about my future.
But she just said, “Hey, sister, you’re here, so you can keep me.” I’m sorry.
Later, she even encouraged Mom and Dad to share half of the house she had just bought, permanently.
First when I was nailed to the sham, a bunch of people who didn’t know came out and said it was me.
Some people have taken a synthesizing image:
“I know Zhao. She sold it in junior high! I’m sorry.
I’m going to sue these cyber-heads who want to kill my family and denigrate me as a street girl while the iron is hot.
Fortunately, it was easy to raise the evidence.
My claim is to eliminate the influence, to make public an apology — a punishment that is much lighter than their actions — and a little disgraceful.
“I, Chen Tiger, apologize to Ms. Zhao today…”
He’s holding a card with his eyes down.
A few other people publicly reviewed themselves online and wrote a letter of apology for “I’m sorry for the harm done to Ms. Zhao by my inappropriate words and actions”.
Other people saw this, and they left messages under my trumpet calling out the Ha-ha-ha conflict.
Most people turn their heads and point their guns at Zhao Hmong, as if they would let go of their anger.
“What the hell? She’s a double! I’m sorry.
“Small your face and say you’re being bullied by your sister, and you’re the one who’s not paying for it. I’m sorry.
Needless to say, the media are the strongest in business as usual:
“and to stand up, and to be miserable and talented is to eat my sister.” I’m sorry.
See how high the media had used Zhao and how hard they had fallen.
“The famous author is suspected of selling a “wrong man” for a bonus. I’m sorry.
Now the role is swapped, Zhao Mio becomes a street mouse.
But there’s still a lot of knocks on my door every day, mostly in recreational paparazzi or in the media.
“Miss Zhao, how do you understand your sister’s previous behavior? Was she disappointed? I’m sorry.
I was, like, playing dead at home.
No blame, no response.
After the verdict, Zhao Mio called me and the voice was low.
The number is also a new one — the one that was probably blown up.
“You planned this early, didn’t you? I’m sorry.
I was dumb and laughing.
“I’m just defending the law. I can’t plan. I’m sorry.
At the beginning, I understood that in the vortex centre, justification was useless.
Before reason prevailed, all emotional responses could only be defeated by more violent emotions.
It would be too difficult to obtain evidence if Zhao Mio were to be prosecuted for defamation or reputational rights disputes, and the things she was jealous of were no longer easy to prove, and I would not necessarily succeed.
Instead, it was possible to shed light on the course of the court debate by placing a different line of thought on the loan relationship.
In the end, it doesn’t matter whether or not to win.
The key is the trial itself.
Zhao Ming is stupid, and stupid is stupid.
It’s stupid to be too self-righteous to be the center of the world.
After the silence, she almost laughed madly.
“I know, I know. I’m sorry.
“I’m still alive. It’s a mistake! I’m sorry.
Dodo, the phone’s dead.
I can’t bear it.
That is, the most contemptible understanding of death.
After six months, Zhao Mio never showed up again.
Mom and Dad called her so many times, she didn’t answer.
However, she was occasionally able to receive her bills and was therefore in a mood of anxiety and relief.
That night, an unknown number called in.
After what happened last time, I’ve left a shadow over the strange number. I’m sorry.
I’m sorry, I’m still on the phone.
Unfortunately, it’s a strange voice, and it’s very exciting.
“Hello. Are you Zhao Wah? Your sister, Zhao Mio, just left a suicide message. Come on, help her! I’m sorry.
Zhao Ming’s trap?
I doubt it for a second.
But the girl’s voice is so anxious that it doesn’t sound fictional.
“Who are you? Make it clear, otherwise I’ll be defrauded. I’m sorry.
I’m calm.
It’s yelling across the street:
“It’s true! It’s true! She’s dying!”
She was afraid I wouldn’t believe it.
“I am, I am…”
Her words are a desperate force.
“I am a fan of Zhao Myung…” I’m sorry.
Following her information, I drove to Zhao Hming’s rented roof.
Zhao Ming sat by the roof and was slightly disturbed by the wind.
She turned her back on me, and a smudge of smoke spread from her contours to the night.
Before I nodded to that girl, she had carefully compared her hand to a “calling” gesture, turning her head into a stairwell.
This is the time to call the police.
Zhao Ming. I’m sorry.
I’m not coming any closer to her.
Her back was stiff, but she didn’t turn, and the Mars between her fingers was flashing and flashing.
“What are you doing here? I’m sorry.
I knew she couldn’t see, but I shook her head.
“To scold you. I’m sorry.
Zhao Ming probably didn’t think of that answer.
“I’ve heard enough. I’m sorry.
Her speech was so sad and cold, like a blanket in the back of the south.
“I live in this world and I am not loved. I’m sorry.
“Why are you being admired and favored when it’s the same gene and I’m being abused for nothing! I’m sorry.
In the end, she was almost screaming.
“You blame yourself. I’m sorry.
I have no mercy.
Zhao Ming heard that, more hysterical.
“Are you here to stimulate me? You want me to die earlier? I’m sorry.
“Then you can get out of here! You’ve got your wish! I’m sorry.
She finally looked back and looked at me.
“I’ll jump out of here after this cigarette is finished.”
The girl was coming out of the stairwell after calling.
She was surprised at this, and her eyebrows were so tight.
“You! You promised to save her! Why are you pushing her off the road? I’m sorry.
She was so excited, she yelled at Zhao Moi, “Don’t do anything stupid!” I’m sorry.
Zhao Myung smiled desperate.
“Well, Zhao Wah, you brought someone else to see my jokes. I’m sorry.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get what you want. I’m sorry.
I looked at her, and when she was finished, that was enough.
“I have recently been called the Virgin Mother. I’m sorry.
I touched my hands in the back of my head and opened my mouth in peace.
Zhao Xiaoqiao lays a lashes like no joy.
“It’s none of my business. I’m sorry.
I’m going one or two steps forward.
“Then guess why nobody’s been bothering you lately. I’m sorry.
I looked straight into her eyes.
She’s open, but she can’t talk, and she’s amazing and suspicious.
“In fact. I’m sorry.
I’m breathing.
“You’re not as pathetic as you think, and I don’t hate you as I thought. I’m sorry.
In the course of these six months, the account number of Zhao Hming was denigrated, and I also warned — even if I could not sue on her behalf — in the name of my close relatives.
I’m still going to report one.
“What the hell is this? It’s White Lotus.”
“Assume the Virgin Mother of God. I’m sorry.
It’s hot again.
But I can’t stop treating her like a sister.
It is the dignity of the human person to be not humiliated, to be hurt and to live in fear without any privacy in the gossip.
The effect of stopping the cyberstorm has already been achieved, and Zhao Heung has been humiliated, and I need not push her back into the hell I’ve been through.
“Whatever you think. I don’t care if I’m hypocritical or disgusting. I’m sorry.
I’m suffocating.
At this point, the sound of the footsteps of the twilight came from a distance, and the fireman came three times.
“They prepare cushions below and try to delay it again. I’m sorry.
I heard them talk like that.
Zhao Hming became unstable when he saw more people.
“Why did you save me? I’m sorry.
Zhao was suddenly silent and crying. The cigarette in her hand burned out and did not fall in the night.
“No one cares about me…”
“I can’t fight you until I’m dead!” Zhao Wah…”
Zhao Moi cried and laughed, and kept saying, “The living can’t fight the dead I’m dead and you will regret it.”
I’m cold and frowned, and before the fireman makes a sound of it, I ask:
Zhao Myung, you think death is the best revenge, and death will solve everything, right? I’m sorry.
“If I don’t die, I shall die forever.” I’m sorry.
“Then you can go to hell. I’m sorry.
I interrupted her.
“If you think death can fix everything, then there’s no point in living. I’m sorry.
Zhao Moi cried even more, and the firefighter comrades looked so sad and angry.
“Do you know you’re here?”
I don’t have time for this. Keep talking.
“I’ve always thought you were stupid because you’ve always put hope in others. I’m sorry.
“Your fucking ex-boyfriend is fine, me too, Mom and Dad.” I’m sorry.
“You always think you can’t live without love.” I’m sorry.
“But you think that if no one loves you, and the world doesn’t love you, it doesn’t mean you can’t vote for yourself. I’m sorry.
The empty roof, the rest of the sound.
Zhao Xiao stopped crying and looked at me with tears.
“The love and the courage that have been born of all of us.” Do you understand that?”
I step by step with her.
“Bringing fire from others and then burn on its own.” I’m sorry.
“This is your life. I’m sorry.
Zhao Ming was taken to an ambulance under police escort.
Of course she didn’t jump.
But it’s probably just a few steps down because of low blood sugar.
I took a taxi with the girl who had called earlier and followed the ambulance.
She grabbed my sleeve while the car was leaving.
“If I could say something like you…”
Her voice was shaking so much that it could never go on.
Frozen windows and street lights were seen in the back of the car, and the lights changed outside the skyscrapers, like a dream of a sorghum, and the horses were seen.
On a night like this, she buried her face in her palm.
The shampooing back shoulder, the silent sobbing.
After getting off, she buried her face very low.
“I’m sorry…”
Despite this, the tears came out of one piece and fell on the ground.
In the end, she couldn’t stop.
“If that day I can say the same thing…”
The mood was finally broken.
“She will not die…”
Meng Yi said she was a fan of Zhao Ming.
“That’s what she wrote. I particularly understand. I’m sorry.
She’s kind of calmed down, reaching out to get the hot water from my past.
“Sometimes, it’s like seeing my sister. I’m sorry.
Her eyes are red.
“We all think she’s angry, but she’s serious. I’m sorry.
Sitting in the hospital corridor bench, we are relatively silent.
“Who is the patient’s family?” I’m sorry.
The nurse came out and asked me to stand up and walk in.
Zhao Mau does not like the movement, has poor resistance and has moderate anaemia.
According to the nurse, blood sugar pressure is low. In addition to this, there are minor bruises.
Go in there and take a glimpse. She’s lying in bed. She’s awake.
I didn’t mean to provoke her.
“It’s not serious, it’s okay not to be hospitalized. Go home and watch and rest for a few days. I’m sorry.
The nurse gave me the fee.
“No, leave her alone for a few days. I’m sorry.
I asked about the admission, I said thank you to the nurse, and I turned away.
Zhao Xiaoqiao should be sober even if he only listens to one sentence.
Mengjun followed me.
She said she was willing to stay here, afraid that Zhao Ming would never get away with it.
“I’m busy anyway. I’m sorry.
Her smile is far-fetched and fragile.
Those who have been overshadowed by the shadow of “death” must know how frightening, regrettable and desperate it is.
I didn’t have time to visit him.
Instead, my parents heard about her going to the hospital, lost her hands and horses came from the country to look after her.
You see, even this kind of love is worthless to Zhao Ming.
I didn’t tell them Zhao was trying to jump off the building and get rescued.
It’s just that Zhao Ming doesn’t eat breakfast, he faints on the road.
I went to visit, I didn’t go in, and I sat on the bench and chatted with Mon.
“I’m sorry I misunderstood you. I’m sorry.
Meng Xuan apologized to me.
“I saved your phone number and I didn’t expect it to work. I’m sorry.
She’s a bit shy and low-faced.
Actually, don’t blame her.
The costs of scolding, denigrating and distorting were too low, and a keyboard per mouth was enough.
“Now I know that those things are exaggerated. I’m sorry.
She touched the nose.
“She said you robbed her boyfriend, and I believed…”
I interrupted her.
“No, it’s just that, it’s true. I’m sorry.
When Zhao was 15, he followed me from the village to the county city.
I was in County High School by then, but Zhao Ming didn’t read.
For our poorer students, there is food subsidy in the county.
School facilities had a high vacancy rate due to the high level of emigration during that period. An empty dormitory that would allow me and Zhao Mio to live.
I thought Zhao should also read, and I squeezed with her in a room and went back to teach her every night.
“At that time, I had a boy in my class who looked pretty clean. I’m sorry.
The boys’ dormitory is 10 metres apart from the girls’ dormitory, and sometimes I walk with him downstairs and Zhao Ming follows me.
I didn’t think Zhao Hming meant anything to him.
“As a matter of course, it was Zhao Mio who confessed. I’m sorry.
“But Zhao Ming didn’t mean to say it, and I didn’t know it was too long before we were together. I’m sorry.
Zhao Miu cried in the toilet all night. The next day, I got up and pretended I didn’t care. I’m sorry.
“She started to learn bad, smoked under my cover, and went out all night playing games. I’m sorry.
“These things, I know it’s too late. I’m sorry.
Almost 10 years later, when that came to mind, I didn’t have much mood swings.
Mengjun was a little surprised.
“What about the boy? I’m sorry.
I shook my head.
“Absolute scum. I’m sorry.
After all, what good is it that hangs two girls at the same time.
“Not long after I went to college, he cheated on me and found a girl from his hometown. I’m sorry.
“When I went back, the girl showed up. I’m sorry.
It’s funny, too. We’re stealing it.
Meng Xin is sipping.
“Did you tell her?”
I don’t know how to get in the way.
“No…”
I laughed.
“Sister’s best sister in the heart, a first time in love with a scum, and he’s green. I’m sorry.
The air suddenly came down.
“That’s how you keep burying this creep between you two? I’m sorry.
I look down and I don’t know where to look.
“I’m not a bimbo, I’m not reborn, I don’t know what to do, what to do, and I’m not doing anything right. I’m sorry.
“I’m not a perfect person, nor is Zhao Miu. We’re the same at this point. I’m sorry.
My mother, my knife-speaker, and a strong old rural woman.
My dad, and a nice, honest man who loves to burn stoves.
Just two people, crying.
In private, I arranged for Zhao Heung’s psychological treatment, which, as expected, was moderate depression.
Now, everything makes sense.
“What kind of disease is this?”
My mom was crying and asking me.
“I heard them say, this depression, the death rate is as high as a heart attack. I’m sorry.
“Don’t worry, it’s not that scary. It’ll heal. I’m sorry.
I comfort the old two.
My mother was suspicious, and she cried and said, “Slash the apples for Zhao.”
“Sometimes your father and I thought, “Do we have a family that’s poor? I’m sorry.
My mom grunts, turns around.
The day Zhao was leaving, I went to pack her things.
My mom’s in line, and my dad’s at home doing a nice job for Zhao Ming said she went to buy flowers, so we were alone in the room.
Zhao Wah. I’m sorry.
When I folded her covers, she suddenly called me.
“If you were me, after so long being a loser, you’d find a weapon that could break your opponent’s face, a unique opportunity to make a living? I’m sorry.
Actually, I know she wrote that novel, and it was just for the first time.
It is wrong for her to be blinded by revenge, and to choose to go astray.
“Being famous – on the family’s reputation? I’m sorry.
I folded the covers into squares and looked at her.
“Do you know how they cursed your parents? I’m sorry.
Zhao was disheartened and silent.
“I didn’t think so much. I just want to get back at you. I’m sorry.
After all, I kicked her out of her house and left her on the street.
Zhao Hming has too little to read, and most good and evil are learned from soap operas and online novels.
I guess those things forgot to tell her something:
“Public opinion and law are not used to hurt people. I’m sorry.
“They each have what they want to preserve, in lieu of society exercising its will fairly. I’m sorry.
Zhao Hsiu fell down, half a day softly “Oh.”
Then she said, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
“This time I mean it. I’m sorry.
I didn’t look at her.
“You’re gonna have to pay back every penny. I’m sorry.
She opened her mouth and was about to say something.
“Moo!” Wow! It’s done. Let’s go home. Your dad called. I’m sorry.
Why did my mother squeal outside the door and carry a big flower pocket to grab Zhao Ming’s hand?
Mengjun stood by the door and smiled and said, “Happy to be discharged!” I’m sorry.
“Look at you, you’re skinny, you’re skinny! I’m sorry.
My mom gave her too little food.
Mengjun looked at me with a smile — she used to say to me that she had made Zhao Mei’s sister.
Zhao Mio was unexpectedly good and didn’t turn his back and followed my mother outside the door.
I walked to the end with my bag.
Zhao Ming, you’re really stupid.
You don’t know what love is, you don’t know that you’re loved.
You don’t know, I’ll envy you at a time like this.
Yuen:
Zhao Ming’s brief diary:
Primary school:
January 25th, clear.
She bought me sugar! Sister!
January 27th.
I’m the worst person in the world!
February 3rd.
When will you finish your homework? I’m bored!
February 28th, forget.
Sister bought me a new book!
Secondary
September 25th.
A lot of homework.
September 28th.
There’s a lot of homework. I don’t want to go to school.
October 1st, clear.
Sister can play with me now.
October 8, clouds.
No homework was found. Shit!
After 15.
November 21, Little Rain.
I saw him again, but why does he only talk to his sister?
November 25th.
I finally have the courage! Congratulations!
1 December:
Why do I have to have a sister?
23 years old
March 8th.
Zhao Wah said, let me roll.
Why? With her early birth?
I decided to confess, I’m going to expose her.
Zhao’s brief diary:
[Primary School]
[High School]
University…
I don’t seem to have a diary. Case number: YXX10mbalTRxeNZv8hQQ9
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
