I’ve been a lover for Song Yin for four years.
The day I died, he was having a wedding with someone else.
“Why don’t you want me to marry someone else? I’m sorry.
“Or do you think I’d compromise if I played with you? I’m sorry.
“Lu Yang, for the last time, you won’t come back today and never come back. I’m sorry.
Later, he kneeled in front of my grave and himself carved the tombstone for me.
“My wife Lou Yang. Born on the day of the falling of the Yang, dead in the year I loved her most. I’m sorry.
That was the first time he admitted that he loved me.
So what?
I’m dead.
One.
“If I die, you can marry her. Aren’t you happy? I’m sorry.
At the wedding, I floated around Song Faraway.
He can’t hear me. He just sits down and let his assistant dial my number.
Two times, no answer.
The third time it turned off.
Ten minutes later, he was impatient.
Take out your cell phone and send me a few messages, full of drama and threats:
“Why don’t you want me to marry someone else? I’m sorry.
“Or do you think I’d compromise if I played with you?” I’m sorry.
“Lu Yang, for the last time. If you don’t show up today, you’ll never come back. I’m sorry.
When he talks to me, he always acts like he’s in the grip of power.
Unfortunately, now he’s so angry he can’t let go of me.
Because a few hours ago I died.
“Mr. Song, the wedding is about to begin. You should get changed. I’m sorry.
Secretary Yuan, with his tablet, reminded him that he was not ashamed of his body.
It is said that Song’s far-flung hands stopped on the screen and that sharp frown reached one place.
It stopped for a few seconds before leaving it to Secretary Yuan:
“Go ahead and fight until she picks up. I’m sorry.
Two.
I don’t know why I can’t get away from Song.
Or I can’t walk more than three steps away from him.
I was forced to follow him to the stage.
The scene of the wedding was the theme of the sea, and the giant blue whale was floating in the air as beautiful as it was in a dream.
It’s just that it’s not me, it’s the season.
A year ago, Song Wing asked me to go to the company and deliver lunch, indicating that I was going to eat salt shrimp.
I’ve had my hands cut when I was picking shrimp.
But as soon as I got into the office, Secretary Yuan stopped me.
He was just in the company, the first time he was dealing with something like that.
“Song’s in a meeting, please wait outside. I’m sorry.
Pretty bad lies.
When the voice is heard, there are a few suspicious sounds in the door.
Mr. Yuan has a red face, a blinking eye and seems to be thinking about what to say to make me feel better.
I smiled a little, and I took his shoulder to comfort him:
“It’s okay, I’ll just wait outside. I’m sorry.
After that, Song went out with a cute girl.
That’s the first time I’ve seen a season.
The skin is white, the eyes are large, the tails of the pony are a little messy, but the youth is not lost.
Although neither I nor we are the only flowers in Song’s long-distance bouquet, there is no such pure schoolgirl who looks at this man’s past taste.
So I was a little surprised when Song Wing told me he was getting married.
It’s good that I’m going to get it over with, and I packed everything that night.
It’s just a suitcase.
Before he went out, he sat on the balcony with his long fingertips entwined with a mist of gloom, and laughed a little.
“Is that enough? I’m sorry.
He approached me step by step, and the strong tobacco smell struck the senses, making me sick.
“Sorry, Mr. Song, I don’t sleep in a family. I’m sorry.
If I had a mirror, I’d laugh a lot.
Song’s long smile hangs over his face and his head strangles my chin.
“Do I have to compliment you on your professionalism? I’m sorry.
In his eyes, I was just a woman who paid for it.
If you don’t sleep, it sounds like a ridiculous statement.
“Or do you want to marry me? I’m sorry.
I’m down.
I thought about it.
But it’s just a thought.
But I can’t even admit it.
When it took me a long time to answer, Song took a taunting shot at my face, with a slightly cold tone.
“Lu Yang, ask yourself, do you deserve it? I’m sorry.
3
It wasn’t like that before.
I’ll be back soon.
He will complain to another woman that he will not speak to himself, but only to me, and that I am not another person in a proper book.
And when I came to my aunt to dirty my pants and get laughed at, I punched him in the face.
But now, I can’t remember what that place would look like.
He has no end in hate for me.
“Lu Yang, why don’t you go die with your mother? I’m sorry.
That’s the last thing he said to me.
In senior year, there was a sudden blackout.
Song and I went home early and ran into my mom and his dad.
Single widows seduced their husbands and the conversation quickly spread across the neighbourhood.
Song Yao and Mom had a big fight.
But on their way to the Civil Affairs Bureau for a divorce, a big truck flipped.
They didn’t even make it to the ambulance, so they threw up.
On the day of the funeral, I waited all night at Song’s house.
The first thing he said to me when he walked out of the blistering skylight:
“Yang Yang, I have no parents. Are you happy? I’m sorry.
He held me, and his long fingers left a red mark on my arms.
There are occasional tears on the shoulder.
I put up with pain, covered my lips and apologized to him.
But in the end, Song Wing was just shaking his head and leaving a teary-eyed “I hate you”.
He disappeared completely in my life and my mother was paralysed by a stroke.
But what I didn’t expect was…
Seven years later, when I was worried about the cost of medicine, Song’s distant journey would appear again, to a lesser extent helping me to cover my hospital expenses.
“Lu Yang, she has to live to see how you suffer. I’m sorry.
Perhaps from then on, our end was destined to be a tragedy.
4
It’s just that Song’s method of tormenting me isn’t so smart, it’s just picking bones in eggs.
The coffee was taken eight times to drink, and the bath was so low that it was about to get angry.
Once I show some dissatisfaction, I won’t sleep at night.
I was supposed to be sensitive to my skin, and a little bit harder would have scratched a bruise.
Song Wing never pitys me for it, often the best.
One time I was sick and hung up at the hospital for two days and came back with a senior.
He dropped me off at the door and said something.
When Song traveled back to see this.
“I still have a fever. Can you give me a break? I’m sorry.
I don’t know why he’s so angry that he only fantasizes that he can spend years with me.
“You can laugh and laugh and you shouldn’t need rest. I’m sorry.
“And 39 degrees, never tried, tried. I’m sorry.
Animals.
I scolded him, scolded him on purpose, and his tears fell in silence.
Song Qianjin turned my face back and gently rubbed my thumb over the lip petal where I bit the blood.
“Don’t be a pain in the ass. I’m sorry.
“It’s your family who’s always been good at it. I’m sorry.
I was angry at Song.
He was very happy when he stabbed me in the pain, and the smiles on his face were a little hurried.
“Or do you think my father took care of your family for no reason? I’m sorry.
I took my strength off.
Because at this point, I have no way of refuting it.
Three-by-fives of candy, year-round hard.
It’s been a long time since I didn’t know it was something I’d be ashamed of in my life.
I burned for three days after that, and I was alone in the guest room.
On the other hand, Song’s distance from the wall was thrown only on the first day in a box of accelerants.
He said, ‘Lu Yang, do not die in my house. I am not pleased.’ I’m sorry.
5
Animations recording the bride and groom’s love are shown on the floor.
In the ludicrous balconies of the balconies, the squirming girl ran into a stagnating man.
The girl rushed to apologize and picked up the man ‘ s falling phone, while the other one was standing there in the moment she turned around.
Soon they fell in love.
He took her to Provence with lavender and hugged and kissed in front of the bell tower in the town of San Remy.
The guests cheered for their love, and I was deeply stinged by this.
That’s what Song wanted me to see.
I have to admit, he always knows how to torture me the hardest.
In high school, the table asked me where I wanted to get married.
I was brainwashed by my idols and out of my mind wanted to go to Provence.
And somehow it got into Song’s ear, and after school he stuck me in the equipment room, and he had a serious discussion.
“Well, Provence, it’s not impossible. But I’m allergic to the pollen of lavender. I’m sorry.
I was as red as a shrimp on a hot pot, and whispered, “I am not going to marry you.” I’m sorry.
“Then who do you want to marry? “Youngers face up and count the boys in class.
I don’t dare to admit it by saying the name of a star.
Song’s far-fetched teeth were broken and went back and asked around who he was.
Finally, the truth came out, and I didn’t hear it for three days.
I’m laughing at nobody.
From then on, every dream I’ve made about Provence had Song in a white suit.
I don’t know.
I turned around and tried to find the farthest place from him.
And then it floats around.
He’s Song Faraway’s best man and my high school classmate.
At the university, he voluntarily abandoned the five million-dollar offer and dropped out of school with Song.
Without him, distant technology would never have come to this point.
The wedding took place in midway, with the slogans of another best man, Ling, whispering:
“Fuck you, do you think the bride has a particular angle like Lu Yang? I’m sorry.
Ling is also a credit to Song for expanding the business landscape, but we’ve only met twice, and he doesn’t remember me.
“Don’t say it, it’s a bit like it.” I’m sorry.
It’s like a long look at the day.
“Ling, you don’t know how good they were in high school. A year ago, on his birthday, he rode five kilometres to celebrate her birthday in order to buy a limited version of cake. I don’t understand how they got here. I’m sorry.
Yeah, I don’t understand either.
Song and I have come this far.
Six.
After the wedding, Song went back to the new room with the season.
I have no intention of listening to the walls of man, but I cannot avoid them.
It’s good that he didn’t plan on doing anything, and he was distracted by next season and went to the study.
“There’s something to do. Go to sleep. I’m sorry.
The night of the wedding is empty, and the season is certainly bad.
“Song Faraway, I’m angry. I’m sorry.
I guess that’s what’s preferred.
I never dared to express my feelings in such a blunt manner because the seasons were so hot that Song was so far away.
And I’m angry, and no one will.
All my life I’ve come and gone.
No one has noticed my disappearance and no one will remember who I am.
That’s weird. People are dead. There’s a cold wind somewhere.
It’s true that Song Yin-sun has been very patient and has been able to say a few words.
He’s not bad-looking, just a little bit soft, and the little girl’s got a heart.
It was too late to come to the study.
Saw a chat box without a reply and Song fell down.
But he’s not worried about my failure.
Only angry, how dare the canary that he was raised.
This night, I didn’t sleep.
He was restless in his room and watched the Song’s far and far sitting not far away, so he could go up and strangle him.
But I guess I don’t have the talent to do ghosts, and my fingers touch his body and go right through it.
Song did not sleep well either, and spent half a night in his bedroom chair.
Take the pills out of the drawer at dawn and swallow them without drinking.
I snuck in. It’s a three-ring drug.
The main role is to combat depression.
It is stated that the death of both parents at the same time is a major blow to Song’s distance.
He did not seem so bright and bright in those years abroad.
It was only his habit not to say anything, to let despair and irritation take hold of the city.
Don’t let yourself go, don’t let me go.
After one fight, I cut a very deep wound on my wrist, looking in the cold ceiling and calling him.
“I give you my life, so spare me and yourself.” I’m sorry.
There’s only a smirk over the phone:
“You die and your mother doesn’t have to live. I’m sorry.
He always threatened me like that.
Think back.
I wrinkled my wet clothes and looked up and found a small morning light sneaking in through the windows.
God, it’s light.
7
I walked behind Song for two days.
On the third day, my body was found in Jianghai City Public Security Hall.
Mr. Song is still in a meeting.
“Hello, Mr. Song, we have recovered a body in the River Park, performed DNA matching, and identified the deceased as a young woman named Lu Yang. We recovered the information on her phone and saw you as the victim’s emergency contact. If so, please notify the family as soon as possible to identify the body. I’m sorry.
In front of a crowd, Secretary Yuan came straight in.
SONG has a long, long, dark voice with irresistible pressure:
“Do you understand the rules? Get out of here! I’m sorry.
Mr. Yuan is sweaty and rarely listens to his boss.
“Mrs. Song, something’s happened to Miss Lu. I’m sorry.
“Pop. I’m sorry.
Signing pens fell on the ground and were particularly abrupt in the empty conference room.
I turned my head towards Song.
It was only a moment that he picked up his pen and said, “Sorry.”
And then it went on like nothing happened.
When I slit my wrist, I asked Song for a long time:
“What would you do if I died? I’m sorry.
Then he answered:
“What shall we do, and die for you? I’m sorry.
8
I suddenly understand why some people become ghosts when they die.
For a whole month, Song Yao-jin was doing what he was supposed to do as a normal person.
Just passing through the little apartment we used to live in, it’ll stop for a moment.
On the thirtieth day, the police called again.
Said the killer had been found and that the body would be cremated and disposed of.
Eleven years ago, Song Wing was like that.
A man walked into the morgue and brought back two urn boxes.
Pull the drawer, it’s my body all over the wounds.
Especially in the chest and lower body.
Song just stood there and watched and said nothing.
Until the police came and told me the cause of my death.
“It is regrettable that the victim was subjected to three hours of inhuman torture before his death, with daggers and hammers, which caused various degrees of fractures on the victim’s chest, hip and cheekbones. However, the post-mortem results indicate that the cause of death was shock death due to extensive damage. I’m sorry.
What do you mean?
The police took a breath of air and took pity on my body.
In other words, she died alive. I’m sorry.
Cold memories flow into the brain, stunning, and the sound of blades not reaching the skin.
I can’t help it.
It’s as if those blades pierced time and space and cut me in cold blood again.
Ouch.
It hurts.
Men choked my neck and constantly trampled my dignity in words.
“It’s just a bitch. What are you pretending to be? I’m sorry.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you do! I’m sorry.
“What, rich people can do it, I can’t?” I’m sorry.
I struggled.
Blood mixed with tears and flowing together into dry throats.
I want help.
But Song won’t come.
I want to call the police.
But the phone fell off when the man knocked me out.
River park renovation, no one will come at this hour.
Darkness and redness are interwoven into the dark colour of memories.
There is nothing but the sound of the summer night and the silent water of the lake that hears my despair.
I guess I can’t hold on any longer.
But the last thought before death was about Song.
Will he be happy for my death, or will he shed an insignificant tear for me?
Cold water pours in, unconscious.
No one will ever answer me without asking questions about the exit.
9
At the funeral home, Song went for a long time.
He was holding it in one hand on the cooler door.
“Why did that man kill her? I’m sorry.
The same female police officer spat her lips and saw a few different emotions on Song’s body.
Stop and say:
“The killer’s girlfriend just ran off with the rich merchant and wore the green hat. He drank a little wine the day he committed the crime, and he was told that the deceased was a big secret lover…”
“He says this woman is not worthy of being human. I’m sorry.
She left when she was finished, but went to the door and thought of something.
Take a deep breath.
“Mr. Song, I don’t know if you’ve heard of the word “dehumanization.” When the abuser believes that the victim has a moral defect, he is subconscious that he is excluded from the category of “humans”. It’s like crushing an ant, without taking into account the other’s feelings, without harming them. I’m sorry.
She’s done it. She’s got a good look.
“Then who makes the killer think he’s not worthy of being human? I’m sorry.
On that day, Song was sitting at the door of the police station all night.
Ten phone calls were made and hung up.
I finally had to turn to Secretary Yuan.
“Mr. Song, go home first. I’m sorry.
Secretary Yuan brought a coat on Song’s far-flung body, and then he heard his voice:
“Why didn’t Lou Yang stop her the day I moved away? I’m sorry.
Secretary Yuan didn’t speak.
Can’t you remember what Song was doing?
Not necessarily.
The calendar is clear and clear.
He’s picking a wedding dress for the season.
10
Song and the police asked for an address and went to the apartment I rented.
Because it wasn’t planned to stay long when it moved in, the room was shabby.
The most valuable item was the cell phone that the police had handed him.
Song went to the bedside and charged his cell phone.
One phone call came in.
“Is this Miss Lu? I’m sorry.
It took Song a long time to say, “Just talk to me.” I’m sorry.
The other side hesitated, but seemed anxious.
“Here’s the thing. Acho’s got a cat plague, and Miss Lu has it in our hospital. But for a month, Acho was ill and Miss Lu didn’t pick up. Can you reach her? I’m sorry.
Acho was the cat I picked up from outside.
At first, Song Wing didn’t agree with me.
He was in the study reading when the cat was secretly brought back.
I took the milk and bribed him, and he said,
“Lu Yang, there can only be one animal in this house. Either you or it.”
I can only secretly feed Aki with water and food every day.
It’s nice to have a hot season, and then to find out I’m here.
Pushing between, I fell down the stairs.
Blood remained on the side of the leg, red-coloured with a white dress.
That was my first child and Song.
He didn’t say anything when he woke up.
Acho showed up at home the next day.
I know, it’s a rare apology for Song.
In the four years we’ve been in love with each other, only Acho is with me.
Song travels sometimes.
It’s just that once I was there, my face became faster than a cat.
“Lu Yang, hold your little beast out. I’m sorry.
I feel a little sick thinking about this.
My Acho.
I’m dead. Who’s gonna take care of you?
But the answer is soon.
Song Yin called and asked Secretary Yuan to take Acho home.
Qin knows Acho is my cat.
She didn’t like me very much, reaching out to catch the cat and getting bit by the cat, crying and making people send Acho away.
But this time, Song Yao-jin didn’t trick her.
When he watched the season for seconds, he carried his legs to the bedroom and packed some clothes.
“I’ll take the cat, and you’ll live here, and you’ll leave if you don’t. I’m sorry.
I’ve never seen him like this before.
All the time, you’re stupid and you can’t talk.
That’s it. Song went back to my house with his cat.
He contacted the landlord and paid the rent for six months, which meant a long stay.
I don’t understand him.
But I don’t want to see it anymore.
I turned around to see Acho.
It crawled out of the cat’s bag, stretching out its front paws and twitching to the back of the curtains.
Half a day, probably hungry.
But Song can’t even feed.
I had to float to the table and push the box with the cat on it.
I’m sorry.
Song turned his head, wrinkled his frown so he could walk and add a little grain to the cat bowl.
Maybe it’s been a long time. Acho is still very cautious.
When people go far, they go to the cat bowl to eat.
Song went back to bed to keep his eyes closed and toddle his eyes and wonder what he was thinking.
I didn’t have a job with him.
Because I found Acho, I think I can see him.
He looked at me curiously for a while, reaching out his claws in the air and scratching me with his belly.
It’s never going to be so cute in front of Song.
Great.
My Acho, just follow me.
I can’t help but crouch down and touch its hairy little head.
But it’s out of date, and it’s an illusion.
I laughed and pretended to light its little claws.
“Sorry Mom couldn’t touch you. I’m sorry.
But Acho is really a cat.
It doesn’t understand what death means.
I don’t know how a man can survive before a cat.
It just wonders why I haven’t picked it up for so long.
Strangely, after that, just like before, rubbing around.
Until the sound of a broken glass.
I look up and I see Song looking in my direction with an incredible face.
All kinds of emotions are mixed up in black pupils.
Surprise.
Have grief.
“Is it you?” And then, “It’s you?”
Eleven.
After that day, Song was stuck in my rental house.
Except for work, just stay in the room and drink.
The insomnia began after a long period of time, waking up many times in one night, and taking pills didn’t work.
Then I stopped sleeping, held Acho and looked at our chat records.
Actually, we don’t talk much.
Usually I asked him if he’d come back for dinner, and he replied “um.”
For four full years, there was only indifference and confrontation between us, and nothing to remember.
But somehow, even when I’m a ghost, I dream.
I can dream of a 15-year-old Song with one hand and one hand, leaning on a tree in the shade.
I’m here, tearing out the orange lollipop and laughing into my mouth.
“Eat my sugar, it’s my man. I’m sorry.
I can dream of a 25-year-old Song in a suit, sitting at the dinner table.
He said to my client, “Mr. Chen likes to play for a few days.” I’m sorry.
It’s true, true, false.
It makes no sense who’s right or wrong.
I don’t know.
It won’t be long.
She couldn’t find Song, she had to go to the company.
Secretary Yuan took him to the office and returned to his place in silence.
In the beginning, the Qin was able to talk with sex, but the other side left her with a always light tongue.
Soon after her graduation, she did not attend school for a few days, nor did she suffer from social beatings, and Song was more than likely to respond.
The little girl can’t help herself when she’s under the wall.
She shouted:
“Song Faraway!” That woman is dead, and I’m here with you! I’m sorry.
“You haven’t been home in two months! Even if you think of me as a double and want to use me to get back at Lou Yang, will you please look at me? Even if it’s just a glance…”
“That’s all I’m asking. Don’t you agree? I’m sorry.
“Is it not worth your love that I am like this? I’m sorry.
She’s like a child without sugar, complaining about it.
But she didn’t understand that a loved child was entitled to cry.
Song looked down at the file and called in Secretary Yuan when she was finished.
Send her back. I’m sorry.
One punch on cotton, too.
A long period of neglect of the anger that had been accumulated had erupted and all reason had been burned.
The season suddenly started to laugh, madly and mocked an inch to climb on a fine cheek and to search for a leaked exit.
“No wonder Lu Yang doesn’t want to live. Is that what you did to her? I’m sorry.
When I heard my name, Song’s far-flung eyelids were finally lifted and cold eyes fell on the sun.
She did not retreat.
“You think Lou Yang was really killed? I’m sorry.
“I told you, no, you killed her! I’m sorry.
“It is your selfishness, your indifference, your irrational revenge that makes her want to live!” I’m sorry.
The voice is still on, and a taped pen is out of the bag.
Turn on the power and hit Song Faraway.
“At first she tried to cry for help. She was always called Song Lin. I’m sorry.
“Then a piece of paper fell out of her bag and she saw it and didn’t struggle. I’m sorry.
“What paper?”
“It’s like a wedding invitation or something. I’m sorry.
“and then she started scolding me, and I was so angry, and I did it. I’m sorry.
“But then you told me about her, and I thought that maybe she didn’t want to live, and that she wanted me to help her. I’m sorry.
End of recording.
Song’s hands were folded and twitched as if he had endured great pain.
The dark eyes are always locked in the air.
When he was silent, he pushed the chair and walked towards her.
It may have been too obvious in the eyes, but the season has been a step backwards.
This retreat, heel is stuck in the crack of the carpet.
The season is going backwards, in return for Song to laugh.
“That’s why you came to me? I’m sorry.
The season is low, and the lips don’t talk.
Not really.
She just wants her husband back.
The husband who lied to her but met all her demands.
Even in this hysteric and hysteric way.
Just like me.
Song smiled again, crouched down and softly took Liu Haibei back to his ears.
It’s like a snake.
“If you know why I marry you, why challenge my bottom line? I’m sorry.
“You want the money, I want you to play with me. We’ll take what we need, won’t we? I’m sorry.
“What do you mean?” I’m sorry.
Song stood up in the distance and gruesomely wiped his hands with a tissue.
“Marriage, tomorrow. I’m sorry.
12
In the second month of my death, Song was divorced.
The Qianqing is begging at the entrance to the Civil Administration, but the other side is reluctant to give her a handout.
He’s got a clear-cut finger, and he looks like he treats garbage.
“Something I don’t want to say again. I’m sorry.
And she stood still in the middle of the season with tears, but she did not dare to bother Song.
She also knows that if we continue, we will lose what we have.
And We watched this farce in half the sky.
In Song’s eyes, even marriage is an instrument of revenge.
It was pathetic.
And ridiculous.
Of course, it makes me feel more than that.
That night, the door of the rental house was opened by my uncle Jia.
He told the landlord to take my ashes and bury them back home.
But as soon as I entered the door, I went straight to the closet.
And he came in with his son, De Ming Sing.
“Dad, can we do this? Lou Yang is dead, but her mother’s not dead. Can we get the money? I’m sorry.
Gihai slaps him in the head.
“You don’t know shit! If it wasn’t for me when your aunt was paralyzed, would Lu Yang have taken her to the hospital? She still got a mom now? Besides, your sister-in-law, whose family was closed down, would have been mine if Lu Yang hadn’t died so that I could pass on my family’s inheritance! I’m sorry.
“Go on, find the property card! I’m sorry.
Do you want to do it?
Since my mother’s paralysis, the two fathers and sons have been making me pay for the house and have even been harassing me.
It’s just that I’ve kept my mouth shut.
I didn’t think they’d come.
And they probably didn’t think that their actions had been discovered in the first place.
Song stood at the door and watched as the ground was full of violence.
It was blackened when he came out of the police station.
Moonlight pours down, like the night we were careful to take home.
He walked alone on the bridge, with a large back full of fatigue.
Thinking of that shameless father and son, and crying out loud:
“You’ve had a really hard time all these years. I’m sorry.
After my death, Song Wing finally said a word to me.
I think I am a child who is not favoured by heaven.
Because it’s a girl, my dad left his wife and son after I was born, and another family.
My mother was eager to have a dependencies and see me as a towed bottle.
In the pursuit of happiness, I have chosen the most wrong way, and I have been reputed for 10 years.
And it seemed like he took care of my uncle and tried to drain my last drop of value.
No one in this world loves me.
Except Song Faraway.
But that love is a flower.
Over.
Soon again.
And I sat on the railing blindly.
Want to talk.
I don’t know what to say.
13
The last placard was found at the bar in Song Faraway.
It is my impression that Song Yin-soon has always been a man of restraint and has rarely been so.
The road is not stable and he’s determined to rent a house.
There’s nothing we can do. We have to compromise.
It’s hard to get people to bed.
The night was late, and he looked at the drunk man and groaned:
“Why did you have to begin this day? I’m sorry.
I followed them home, Acho saw me and turned around me.
Pinch, lick.
Reach out and hold.
I’ll just keep my nose shut and whisper.
Soon, Acho turned his belly open again.
It was an ordinary move, but it changed in Song’s eyes.
Suddenly he came and held Acho in his arms, and in the eyes of my shock, tears fell.
“You hate me so much…”
“To hate only Acho to see you?” I’m sorry.
“Lu Yang, your heart is so hard…”
“Lu Yang Yang Yang Yang…”
I suddenly wanted to laugh.
Who’s going to look like this?
I drifted indifferently into the cupboard and watched the sorrow turn into a flood beast, swallowing Song’s distance.
And he said it over and over again:
“Lu Yang, you hate me that much?”
I was looking at him.
Shouldn’t I hate it?
Should.
He trampled on my love and wiped out my dignity.
It’s like senior year, when Song left school after my mother had a stroke.
I was often held in toilets, distribution tanks or equipment rooms.
My clothes are always wet and my hair is cut like dogs.
The boys flipped out my sanitary towel and put it on the desk to mock me as my daughter.
But I know nothing.
I must accept unprovoked malice and not have a little resistance.
I’ve had a lot of hate for everyone since then.
But shouldn’t Song Yin hate me?
And so should it.
My mom lost him a happy family.
Let him send people under the fence and make him depressed.
I would hate it if it were me.
Angry is human instinct.
But what I don’t understand is that now I’m really dead.
I will never see him again, reminding him of that sad past.
We will never fight again, and we will never stabbing each other’s hearts and hearts with the word of killing one thousand of them.
It’s now.
Why are you so upset?
14
I don’t know why God made me stay with Song after I died.
But the good news is, my body’s starting to fade.
I’m glad that I’m finally free and I’m happy to see Acho, who eats good food, and I feel bad about it.
The world is hard to cross, only life and death.
Every minute of the countdown is too late for me.
Soon after, the hospital called and said my mom couldn’t hold it.
The nurse said that a man who claimed to be Kiming Sung had come to visit his mother and told me of my death with tears.
That afternoon, my mother’s EKG became a straight line.
Polyseptic failure, no medicine.
She had been in bed for 11 years, and now this man who gave me the most love and the most hateful of me has come to a fateful end.
I can’t describe what it’s like in my heart, but I just think there’s no place in the world where I can stop.
I hold my fist tight.
Let go of the palms.
All my life I’ve been busy, and I haven’t caught anything.
I watched the doctor pull off the machine, and I felt the soul faded.
When the nurse packed, Song had heard a message.
And those who preached that I was a mistress of great fortunes are the father and son of the sea.
I remember.
They came to me for money the day of the accident.
When I refused to do anything wrong, Kihai yelled at me downstairs.
The drunk man came by and heard his insults and got his heart killed.
Geming later saw the man’s picture on television and understood the consequences.
He came to my mother for confession.
I’m so angry with red eyes.
But now that my body has been destroyed, the greatest revenge is to move the little stones and to fall on the way.
Finally, Song Yao-jin buried me with my mother in the mausoleum.
It’s strange that a man so big, burned to ashes, had only one small box.
Song was carved on my gravestone.
He’s very slow, I don’t have the patience to look around.
Then there was a little grave next to it.
“Love Son Song.”
Song Yi…
I was silent about that name.
Half a brain burst.
I never knew that Song Yin had given the child a name and placed a monument, and he never mentioned it before me.
Just Song Yi.
Read.
What were you reading when you called it?
♪ Autumn wind blows through, leaves like butterflies. ♪
Song was standing alone in the wind, looking down.
I suddenly realized that.
There is no one he loves.
He’ll be like me before.
For a long time, following memories of joy or sorrow.
Living alone.
15
It’s not just me. Everyone’s noticed Song’s distance is getting quieter.
He was like a tree that was dying, and every day he waited for death.
I often see him sitting quietly in front of the window and looking at my picture.
The micropaste is a woman’s silent sleep.
Look at the background. It was the time Song was hospitalized.
He was not a good patient, who raised up people and kept me from sleeping.
One time I woke up and saw him sneaking around.
He’s close enough to breathe.
When I look up, I can touch the thin lips.
When I woke up, Song took a long walk and then ran away and hid my phone behind me.
I rarely saw in his face that embarrassing and angry look.
Turns out he was filming.
In the middle of it, Achille stomped over.
He leaned down, hugged Acho, looked down, and wondered what he was thinking.
Good time.
A sighs:
“Can Dad find you a new home? I’m sorry.
I had a shock.
I thought this day was finally coming.
One day, my traces will disappear from Song’s distance.
And Acho, it’s just a small start.
The next day, Song Yuchi packed up a cat bowl and gave it to me.
It looks like a big one, but it’s very careful. I’m sure Acho gave it to him.
After all this, Song went back to the company and made a decision that shocked everyone.
Quit technology.
He has given up his ten years of hard work and arranged everything like a last words.
It doesn’t work.
Just nobody knows what he wants to do.
I don’t know.
I’m losing my mind and I’m sleeping in bed all day without Acho’s company.
Song Wing occasionally writes paintings on paper, and I don’t care to read them.
I think I’ll be gone soon.
That’s good.
I’m too tired to get out of here and get some sleep.
16
When the first autumn rain fell, Song was not sitting in a small apartment as usual.
He took a phone call, wrapped his coat and went to the sky bridge to pick up a package.
It’s also in a waste warehouse at the pier, where the tools in the package are set up.
The dagger, the axe, the plastic sheet, the tape…
He played for days, and then, on a month of dark night, he stunned the man who killed me with ether.
In the past month, Song Yao-jin was granted out-of-insured medical treatment for mental illness.
By the same means, he held the father and son of Shihai hostage and forced them to watch the bloody performance.
Blood sprayed on the pale face and stunned at the end of the eye with a gruesome red.
Song is as far away as a devil from Shuro’s hell.
He said: “Yang Yang! Every one who harms you shall pay.” I’m sorry.
I’m smirking.
Didn’t you always hurt me the most?
Soon, Kihai’s father and son fainted.
Song Yin looked up at the light of the moon and smiled and lost his sharp instrument.
He did not intend to kill them, but they will live in the shadows with this pain.
“Yang Yang, I avenged you. I’m sorry.
“Now, can you see me now? I’m sorry.
The wind was whistling out the window.
The moon is full outside the window.
Song was unable to answer for a long time and took a cigarette of his own.
“Not enough?”
In the smoke, the man laughed.
“Then wait for me. I’m sorry.
“When I come, I’ll show you the flowers. I’m sorry.
I have a bad feeling about it.
He followed Song to the river park.
The calm lake was sprawled and the lake was slightly flooded.
There is no hesitation on the part of those who travel.
“Why?”
“I’m dead. I’m sorry.
I can’t believe I’ve had enough.
But he can’t hear me.
It is still one step and one step and one step further and one step further.
At the same time, my soul fades.
Looks like it’s gonna blow up in the wind.
I know that my last bond is about to break.
There is a wind around it, before it falls into the dark, and time goes back.
And as if We had seen Song, when he was young, leaning on the side of the tree.
Carefully hide the orange lollipop in your pocket.
The day my mother and I moved into the alley.
A gentle aunt pointed at the little boy not far away and asked me to play with him.
But this time, I shook my head.
If there were some stories, it would have been a tragedy from the beginning.
Then do it again.
For me.
That’s what happened to Song.
If there is one more self-interest, it is the hope that the next life will be born in a good family.
Eat well and dress warm.
Most importantly.
A couple of loving parents who taught him…
Love yourself, love others.
Quantified
It’s rarely insomnia.
This evening, after Acho woke up for the third time, he decided to get up.
When I got to the living room, I found Acho jumping up and down on the cat’s scrawl, and he looked very upset.
He thought Acho had not adapted to his new home, rubbed his hairy head and went back to sleep.
Then I remembered Acho that night and thought it must have felt something.
Song is dead.
Killed Lu Yang’s killer.
He’s always thought that Song’s faraway kind of guy had a strong rapist.
I didn’t think he’d actually committed a crime, worse than he thought.
Mr. Yuan went with him the day he packed his belongings.
They found a letter in the drawers on the cover of “Lu Yang’s Collection”.
Secretary Yuan asked him what to do.
I can’t believe it’s getting wet.
sighs:
“Give it to me. Go to the cemetery this afternoon and burn Lu Yang. I’m sorry.
Secretary Yuan nod his head and hand him the letter.
He’s got some knowledge of Lu Yang.
Speak softly, gentle a girl.
Sometimes he wonders how such a girl, Song Yao-sun, can leave her like this.
He’ll call her to the office on purpose and let her watch him close.
At first, Lou Yang would not hide her emotions, but would be a little upset, and Song would scold her for her delusions.
But then Lu Yang became so unsatisfied that he became so miserable.
On more than one occasion, the programme saw him angry because Lu Yang spoke to others.
On one occasion, Lu Yang went to dinner with Song and was taken advantage of by a wealthy couple.
Song Yao-soon said, “Mr. Chen likes to play with you for two days”, but the dinner ended, he sent Jan to walk, and he beat up a man in the clubhouse.
And that near-disturbed desire to possess, that Song would not love Lu Jan, and he would never believe.
And when Lu Yang committed suicide, Song Ying was sitting in the office all night, although he did not visit.
I learned that people were rescued and I was drunk.
“Read” in his mouth and “Yang Yang”.
It is clear from these two individuals what the word love kills.
He couldn’t help but ask, “Why can’t he be allowed to pass by what happened in the past?” I’m sorry.
Song opened his eyes and was drunk with a few stubborn awakenings.
“You don’t understand. We can’t get through. We can’t get through. I’m sorry.
He can be hot when he loves someone, and he can spare no effort when he hates someone.
Such a character, which can kill the fruit in the mall and be emotional, appears to be overly paranoid.
It is difficult to understand why two innocent people, who are alive, cannot love each other.
But that question will never be answered.
Song is dead.
At evening, the ceremony arrived at the cemetery, burning unopened letters in front of Lu Yang ‘ s grave.
The fire devours the pages.
The lines on the tombstone are lit up in a rare manner.
“My wife, Lou Yang, was born on the day the Yang fell, and died the year I loved her most. I’m sorry.
As for the content of the letter…
Maybe no one will know but Lu Yang and Song. Document number: YXX1lRBz9btYDZ58AzCM1Mb
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
