The day after I died, my sister’s wedding was held.
She was wearing a wedding dress and married my boyfriend.
My mother made several phone calls and no one answered.
“You’re so careful to remember what happened two years ago? I’m sorry.
And his father, who was silent, said, “Tell her that if he does not come home today, we will never have this daughter.” I’m sorry.
They didn’t really want me to go home, but they didn’t want my sister’s wedding to be perfect because they lacked my blessing.
But I’m dead.
One.
From a very young age, I knew I was unpopular in this house.
Mom went away on a business trip and came back with two new toys, divided between Xuezawa and Xu Xiao.
And when she was finished, she left, and I stopped her, and reminded her with a small voice, “Mother, and I.” I’m sorry.
“You too?”
My mother frowned and was impatient and said, “It’s expensive. I don’t have enough money on me. I’m sorry.
I was five years old at the time, but I’ve got a feeling about people.
Besides, that’s my real mother.
And now.
At the sister ‘ s wedding, my mother ended up with a couple of relatives, went to the corner, turned her back and dialed my phone over and over.
There’s always no answer.
By the third time, they’d hang up.
She looked like she had been strangled, staring in the face, “Hew, I’m your mother! I’m sorry.
Hsuzawa came over and pacified her back:
“Mom, don’t be angry. It’s not worth it. Don’t you know she’s like that? I’m sorry.
My mother was angry and upset and finally got an exit from her beloved little boy.
“The three of you, I spent the most blood on Xue Tao, who was born of a dragon and a child, and even the doctor said she survived after stealing your brother’s nutrition…”
I’ve heard her say that many times since I was a child.
At the end of the day, I was often punished, locked in my room, and watched their families go out.
“Mom, don’t be mad. Don’t worry, I’ll tie her back today. I’m sorry.
Hsuzawa caressed my mother and turned around and sent me a lot of tweets.
“Hew Peach, you better show up in an hour. I’m sorry.
“You’re so selfish, you know Mom’s heart is bad and you’re mad at her. I’m sorry.
“A man deserves to be remembered today, even if she is also your sister. I’m sorry.
After that, his fingers were on the keyboard.
A few seconds later, he put his phone away and turned around to help the guests.
Yeah, he doesn’t believe it.
Xu Xiao is his good sister and my parents’ good daughter.
How could it be my sister?
Two.
I floated upstairs, and I saw her sitting in the dressing room.
The make-up artist is making up for her eye makeup.
She’s holding Daddy’s hand and her eyes are shining:
“Dad, aren’t peaches coming? She’s my sister, my most important day, and I really want her blessing. I’m sorry.
In front of me, my father, who was so harsh and so cold, slapping her shoulder, softly appeased:
“No, I’ll let Zee contact her, and I won’t leave you any regrets. I’m sorry.
He found Xuzawa in the hall, and said with his cold face: “Tell Xu Tao that if he does not come here today, we shall have never had this daughter.” I’m sorry.
“Dad, she didn’t answer my messages, she didn’t answer my calls. I’m sorry.
He said, “I know, people like her are born with no conscience. The first promise was to give us hope that our sister’s most important day would not be happy. I’m sorry.
Today is the most important day for a pet.
She’s gonna wear a wedding dress and marry a man she’s in love with for two years, Song Fei.
Two years ago, when I brought Song Fei home, she fell in love at first sight.
I remember so far that she saw Song Fei’s eyes light up and made an excuse at night to ask me out for a walk.
She bought me a cup of milk tea, and she held my arm around:
“Peach, I really like guys like Song Fei. You’re so good, you’ll find something better. I’m sorry.
I refused.
But soon after going back to school, Song Fei mentioned breaking up with me.
I’ve been asking for reasons. I’ve probably got him upset.
I fell on the floor, and my palms were crushed by the coarse ground, and it stinged.
And he didn’t do anything but look at me in the eyes of disgust.
“Are you trying to hide it from me? Even your family can’t watch. Tell me. I’m sorry.
Some morning my mom suddenly called me out to buy food with her.
My brother, Xuezawa, pulled Song Fei, told him something about me. I’m sorry.
Bad people, stealing money from their families, bullying their classmates.
Men and women are involved in sexual relations and have had an abortion at university.
At the end of the day, Hesawa of Justice lamented:
“Shu Tao is my sister and I’d love to go to her, but I can’t watch you fall into the fire. I’m sorry.
I was sitting on the floor, looking up at Song Fei, listening to what he said.
The last word came down and suddenly I laughed.
He frowned, “What are you trying to justify? I’m sorry.
And We shook their heads and laughed, saying: All they said was right. I’m sorry.
Song Fei didn’t have much feelings for me, not to mention how bad I am, my family.
My beloved, my family.
They don’t care when I’m alive.
Of course, no one will know.
3
Speaking out, Song Fei’s coming.
In a suit, with a hairdo, you look more handsome.
He kissed him on the cheek, and he said, “Are the peaches still missing?” I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
“Forget it, leave her alone. “Son Fei’s face is so heavy, “and he’ll mess up our wedding. Pup, today you are the bride. Don’t cry for the unworthy. I’m sorry.
He held him in his neck, with his face on his back, and he was sad: “My sister is the peach, anyway.” I’m sorry.
Her face looks, always sincere.
Just as three years ago, as an outstanding graduate, the school offered to see my parents present on the day of the graduation ceremony, to say a few words and to make it easier for the school to take photographs.
I have repeatedly organized language to call home and make careful requests.
My mom promised.
But that morning, she called and told me she and my dad couldn’t make it.
“We don’t feel comfortable leaving her alone at home. I’m sorry.
In the video, Xu Xiao looked at me with a pale face:
“I’m sorry, peach, I’m not feeling well but you’ve always been very independent, and you can’t go without Mom and Dad. I’m sorry.
“Peach, happy graduation. I’m sorry.
Happy graduation.
I can’t be happy.
On the day of my graduation, I apologized to the teacher, to the college, to the staff at the campaign office.
When I passed the camera, I heard people complaining:
“The process has been rehearsed, and this is going to be done again. What crap, that’s a good graduate. I’m sorry.
At the end of the ceremony, I took out my cell phone and just saw a circle of friends.
“It’s just a little cold, but Mom and Dad took care of me.
The graph is a picture of the three of them.
The background is in the small bedroom.
They didn’t even go to the hospital.
It’s a serious illness.
4
There’s a nice piano song in the hall.
Xu Xiao wore a long fishtail wedding dress and went to Song Fei with a large white rose.
After Mom and Dad spoke, it was Xuezawa’s turn.
He stood up on stage and jested at Song Fei:
“I’m only one sister, and I’m the family’s baby. I’m sorry.
Song Fei looked at the delicate face and said, “I can’t help it.” I’m sorry.
A round of applause under the stage.
It’s nice on stage.
My soul is standing on a sheath by the table, staring at them with a blind eye.
I thought I’d be heartbroken.
But it’s possible that before death, the pain of this lifetime was over.
I’m just watching it all, and there’s nothing in my heart, like a wind blowing.
There was a whisper in front of a table: “Oh, I remember the family of Xu’s three children. How can He say that he has only one sister? I’m sorry.
“It’s not the second daughter of his family, Hsui-tao, who learns well.
Thanks to my parents.
And with my relatives on both sides, I am also notorious.
Actually, when I was a kid, an aunt was nice to me.
She gave me a toy from a little furry dolphin when she left for the New Year.
I’m the only one who has and Xuzawa and Xujo.
He was used to letting me play with him. I wouldn’t. He cut the dolphins with scissors.
Soon after, the aunt went back to pick up the scarf she forgot to take, just as she saw the pieces on the ground.
In order to protect her beloved son’s reputation, my mother told her aunt:
“Peaches don’t like this toy. They have to cut it with scissors. They don’t want to see it. I’m sorry.
The aunt’s face changed and she even gave me a red bag every time she left.
After this, my mom probably felt a little guilty about being nice to me for a while.
But soon it disappeared.
In our house, there’s a clear division of labour.
My dad’s business improved a lot when Xu Xiao was born.
He thinks it’s good luck brought by her, so he spoils her best.
And my mother, Shizawa, loves her best because she has three kids she wants.
As for me.
When I was born, I was fat and fat, and my brother didn’t last 24 hours.
They all think I’m unlucky.
When I was a kid, I never understood.
Why does Xuzawa and Xu Xiao want to eat something?
And I’m allergic to seafood, and it’s only because Hsiao said he wanted to eat crabs on my birthday that my dad set the place at the seafood restaurant.
When I was 12, the next county earthquake.
The family was having a nap at home, and Mom and Dad didn’t think about it.
I ran down the stairs, looked at the rocking ceiling and cried.
But no one will come to save me.
When I was 12.
And so when I was strangled by the driver and dragged into the middle of the forest.
5
In the afternoon, the wedding was over.
After sending the guests away, my dad went down and asked my mom to keep calling me.
Her eyes were red, and her eyes were covered with water, and she had her father’s hand, and she said, “Come on, Dad. I’m sorry.
“Peach is still a child, probably a child’s temper.” I’m her sister, after all. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.
My dad’s got a little heartache in his eyes.
And Xuzawa was displeased and said, “You think too much of her, sister. Did she ever treat you like a sister? I’m sorry.
Hsiao bit on his lips and almost cried.
I stood next to her, looking at her, and it was just ironic.
She’s always like this.
The family ‘ s preference for her had become apparent to the point where it could no longer be apparent, but she still felt insufficient.
I know, because she hates me.
At first, my mom didn’t like me, but she wasn’t that bad.
She’ll bring me a cake for my birthday.
It was just a candle. I was just about to make a wish.
She wiped her tears and laughed so strongly:
“It’s nothing. It’s just a sudden thought that it was supposed to be a birthday. I’m sorry.
One word, my mom looks different.
I was about to make a wish and suddenly she pulled out the candle:
Eat, eat, eat, eat! Did you know that your brother died because of you? Did you have a heart?”
I was scared and I looked at her.
My mom got more angry and cleaned the cake in the trash.
When she came into the bedroom, I looked at her with tears.
There was no one else, and she finally showed me the real emotion.
Ten-year-old Shige, still smiling softly, spitting like a poisoned blade.
“Why were you born, Xu Tao? I’m sorry.
She slammed me in the face with warm fingers, and suddenly she wringed it.
“My mom and dad used to love me only one person, and now you’ve separated their love. You should die with your brother. I’m sorry.
I never understood that she hated me so much.
But after Zawa was born, she was nice to him.
In the year of my high examination, Xuzawa was about to be the third.
The most critical year, but my dad’s business is too busy to go, and my mom’s in a critical period of promotion.
My mother asked me to report to the local college, to take care of Xuzawa.
I didn’t promise.
And she looked at me with a cold, cold look, and she looked at me, “What’s going on at home?” Why are you so ignorant? I’m sorry.
I went to school after.
She’s already 22 years old and suddenly has to learn the piano.
My mother had my bed and closet thrown away and my clothes packed into the garbage room.
My bedroom, turned into a piano room for Xu Xiao.
She sent a video from her friends’ community, sitting in front of the new expensive piano.
Sunshine falls.
And she smiles quiet.
I called back, and my mother was still angry at me for not listening to her.
“You’ve got a hard wing, and I said nothing. You’re not going back to this house. Why keep your room? I’m sorry.
“Peach, don’t make Mom angry. When you get home, you’ll have a room with me. You won’t have room in the house. I’m sorry.
Even if she had tried to hide it, she had a little smile in her voice.
I just left for a month and she couldn’t wait to get me out of this house.
And my mom chose acquiescence and connivance.
Six.
In the afternoon, Xu Xiao followed Song Fei back to their new home.
And I, after my parents and Xuzawa.
Hsuzawa’s in the car and Mom and Dad are in the back seat.
The empty co-drivers have been reserved for her.
I sat on top of them and listened to them and you spoke of my sins.
“She hates me, hates this family, doesn’t even want to come back to her sister’s wedding. I’m sorry.
My mom was tired of leaning on my dad’s shoulder, “I feel like my education is really failing. I’m sorry.
My father took a sad picture of her: “The poor white-eyed wolf is not worthy of your attention.” I’m sorry.
I turned my head and looked at their faces.
Trying to find even a little concern from above.
But no.
And I suddenly lost my connection, and only made them angry and averse.
No one, one second suspicious.
I wasn’t, something happened.
It’s a soul, but I’m still crying.
“Mama, do you really love me? I’m sorry.
“Why did you have me when you hated me so much? I’m sorry.
The same question I asked a long time ago.
I was in my third year, learning a very tight year.
My dad’s in the field talking about business. He’s a little young and she’s a freshman.
My mother has kidney stones, and I run around the school hospital every day, looking after her, and I’m tired.
My mother seemed to be moving, and that month gave me more pocket money than Xuezawa.
When she met her neighbour, she boasted many times about me being a good person.
I was bullied by my classmates, and she even went to school for me.
As if everything was going to be better.
Until that afternoon, when we crossed the road together, she didn’t know how to hold my hand.
It’s too strange for me to have a mother and a daughter.
I waved her hand almost unconsciously, so she took two steps back.
It’s dusk.
Green light turns red.
A sedan squeals from our side.
My mom looked at me again.
It’s kind of cold that I’m familiar with.
She covered her face and said, “It’s a white-eyed wolf who doesn’t know how to feed.” I’m sorry.
That night, I was almost swallowed up by regret and ignorance, and put several holes in my arms.
Even the pain does not relieve me of my despair and anxiety.
And I ended up walking into my mother’s room, and I asked her, “Mom, if I don’t love me, why have I been born?” I’m sorry.
My mom closed her eyes and said nothing.
But I know she’s not asleep.
She didn’t even bother to answer me.
Now she’s dead, she won’t hear me, and she won’t answer me.
7
After dinner, Xuzawa called my cell phone.
This time, it actually got picked up.
He was so angry that he finally got out of there:
“Hew Peaches! Are you an animal? If you don’t go home and upset your parents, don’t you think you’re great? I’m sorry.
Quiet for a moment.
There’s a loud man on the other side of the phone.
“I’m her boyfriend. I’m sorry.
“She said that your family is disgusting and will not come back to you. I’m sorry.
“Don’t call again. I’m sorry.
Hang up the phone.
And Xuzawa looked up in the eyes with no confidence, and then, a moment later, he threw himself over the chair in fury, and scolded him with foul words.
But I’ve been stiff and I’ve lost all my strength.
In the moment when that sound sounded.
I was forced into that memory.
Before I died, I missed the last train of high iron for overtime.
We can only take a taxi to the station.
The driver was a pale young man with a dark eye.
Some look familiar, but my brain is so tired, holding things, resting against the window.
At first, everything was normal.
He talked to me like all the drivers.
That’s when she suddenly called.
She’s the bride-in-law, even before the wedding night.
“Peach, I’m going to marry Song Fei tomorrow. I’m a little too excited to sleep. I’m sorry.
And she said, “Thank you for bringing him home. I’m sorry.
I slit my lips, and there was anger in my voice:
“How many times do you get tired of this disgusting, dirty thing? I’m sorry.
She seems completely invisible.
It’s even sweeter.
“Then it’s settled. You must come to the wedding tomorrow. I’m sorry.
I hung up on the phone, I couldn’t help but breathe, and my chest was up and down.
The driver suddenly said, “Did you fight with your family?” I’m sorry.
I frowned my head up and found out when the car had been driven to a desolate suburbs.
The heart was beating so fast that I forced myself to calm down and asked him, “How much do you want?” I’m sorry.
But he doesn’t want money.
The continuous overtime has made me tired and soft, and I cannot escape the strength of a young man.
He covered my mouth and dragged me into the woods.
The wind of the night is quiet and the moon shines softly.
He strangled me dead and slapped me hard.
He said that bitch, did you regret leaving me?
That rich guy you’re talking to is not gonna look down on me.
I’ll let you go.
But I don’t even know him.
You are.
You are.
And suddenly his hands were loose from my neck.
Instead of touching my face.
He said I’m your man.
I always felt like he wasn’t entirely strange.
But I just can’t remember where I’ve seen it.
I tried my best to get to the phone.
The shortcut will call back the nearest call.
Doo-doo.
Two sounds.
She chose to hang up without hesitation.
The man found something and he laughed in cold blood, put his cell phone in his pocket and broke every finger in my right hand.
He had a spring knife in his pocket.
When I still have consciousness and consciousness, I feel the blade cut into the left wrist, pulled a little bit, sawed it down.
The knife cut open the cheeks and tore down the face of a pit.
He said, “Slut, how can you seduce people with this face?” I’m sorry.
8
I don’t remember whether I died of pain or of bleeding.
Only the wind of the wilderness that night.
# Shouting at my naked cheeks #
It’s probably a good thing people remember before they die.
I thought about it before I was five.
My mother sent me to the country to give birth to Xuzawa.
Only old grandmothers lived there.
She’s the best person in the world for me.
Gives me all the warmth of my life.
The tenderest fragrance in the tree, she choked it down, burned it and made eggs for me.
My mom called and said she wanted to eat the spices.
Grandma said there’s too little rain this year.
Hanged up the phone and the naughty old lady blinked at me and laughed.
I always remember the smell of the night at the tip of my tongue.
But when she was five, Grandma was sick.
Shen was only a year and a half and my mother was forced to take me home.
That’s why she looked at me so bad.
Quietly told my father, “Is the child really in trouble? I’m sorry.
I looked at her blindly.
Five-year-olds don’t know much about life and death.
All I know is that no one in the world will ever again, among a few, be determined to choose me.
I’ve never been favoured since.
The next second my breath stops, my soul is pulled by the wind and floats out of my body.
I saw the man take an axe out of the trunk of the car and cut off the bones of my limbs.
I saw the train hurried thousands of miles beneath the stars, passing through silent fields.
At one point in the building, when I saw the little girl waking up from a nightmare, crying and crying, she was put in the arms of her mother and father, who came into the room, slapping her back.
Finally.
I saw Xu Joi waking up from bed, at my mother’s bellow, washed up and put on a veil.
I’m back.
After I died, I went back to this house.
We’re at a wedding.
9
The man raped me, killed me, mutilated me and took my phone.
Xuzawa didn’t realize it.
He just told his father in cold face: “Hew didn’t even answer my phone, so her boyfriend told me she was sick of our family.” I’m sorry.
My dad’s pissed.
Scream at me on the table.
It seems that people who do business are superstitious.
He liked her because, after her birth, his business had developed and his assets had doubled in two years.
Then when I was born, his factory was in a crisis and was in a state of bankruptcy.
He hates me for it. He thinks I’m mean and reasonable.
My dad’s in charge of the family’s finances.
So Xu Jiao can go to college for more than 100,000 years.
Xuezawa can make up $700 an hour of class.
And I go to college in the first-line city, at a cost of $1,200 a month.
I’ll be here in the next few days.
Watching them live a normal life.
I watched my mom call Xue and ask her what she wanted to eat when she came home.
She says she wants seafood.
When my mother went to the morning market, she ran into our childhood neighbor and took her daughter Meng Meng to buy food.
Meng Meng and I grew up in a school together and then went into a company.
Not close friends, at least.
My mother envies me to say, “What a sweet daughter like Meng-mong. Unlike our incompetent Xu Tao, her sister doesn’t come home from marriage and has a boyfriend to yell at us. I’m sorry.
What? I’m sorry.
Monk was a little surprised, ” Aunt, Xue-tao doesn’t have a boyfriend. I’m sorry.
My mom’s choking, looking at her.
“She’s been so busy at the market next door she can’t have a boyfriend. I’m sorry.
She said, “And she’s concerned about you, and she paid a bonus last month, and we went shopping, and she bought a golden bracelet, and said she’ll give it to you when her sister gets married. I’m sorry.
My mother’s face was just flashing, and soon it faded into my familiar, cold sarcasm.
She said, “Hew Tao is doing well in front of the outsiders, and you do not know how she treats us at home.” I’m sorry.
Meng and her mother can’t say anything anymore.
My mom buys a lot of cozy seafood and comes home with two bouquets.
Stand at the door, she pulls out the key and opens the door.
Cell phone rings.
It’s my number.
“Mrs. Zhao Su? We caught a suspect in a vicious serial murder and found the phone on him. I’m sorry.
“The suspect has reported the location of the body. Could you please come with your family? I’m sorry.
9
In my most defiant and extreme adolescence, there have been many painful reflections.
Yeah.
I just died.
They won’t regret it.
My mom, won’t shed a tear for me.
Now I finally know.
The police said that.
She replied, “Oh. I’m sorry.
I hung up.
As if nothing had happened, she opened the door, poured seafood out and started working on the shrimp crabs.
Probably accidentally, shrimp had to pierce her finger.
She took her wounded finger to the living room to get the medicine box.
That’s when Xuzawa pushed in.
He lost his mind and looked at her helplessly, and his lips trembled, “Mom, she’s ..”
“Oh, I just got a phone call from a fraud saying Xu Hong is dead. I’m sorry.
My mom looked down for a Band-Aid and said,
“You’re kidding me, I’m more comfortable with you than anyone. I’m sorry.
“Mom, that’s not a fake phone call. I’m sorry.
Xuzawa said with pain, “The police called me and Dad, and Dad is driving to his house. I’m sorry.
My mom stopped moving.
She looked up and looked at Xuzawa.
The sun outside the window came in, climbed through her tails, and fell in those eyes always looking me in the cold.
The face of uncertainty was maintained until they sat on high iron and went to the police station thousands of miles away.
My mom wasn’t an understatement, but she was a strange silence.
“Mother, there is no rebirth, and peaches don’t want to see you.” I’m sorry.
For the first time, my mother ignored the words of her dear eldest daughter.
He drew his own hand indifferently.
She’s stiff, she’s sad and she’s not shy.
Go into the police station.
Two police officers received them.
The older one calmed my mother for a second before telling her that my body had been found.
“We have done as much as we can, but some of the pieces have been taken away by the suspects. According to his own account, maybe…”
And when he came to this point, his words suddenly stopped, and he looked at it in the eye.
My mother looked him in the eye and said the first thing she had ever said: “Maybe what?” I’m sorry.
“Perhaps, cooked up. I’m sorry.
My mom noded her head.
Perhaps her face was too calmer than the police expected.
So that the young policeman looked back twice on her way back.
My body parts have been stitched together and cleaned up.
However, as a result of the torture suffered before his life, his face and five officials have become blurred and his limbs have become swollen.
The smell of the body is not good.
The next second I saw, Xu Jiao couldn’t help but cover her mouth, turned around and went out and held the wall and threw up.
“The suspect is Qi-bei, who has been in the canoe for two years and has committed three vicious murders. I’m sorry.
“He chooses young women who live alone in the city and will observe them for some time before doing so to ensure that they are not discovered. I’m sorry.
On this occasion, the victim’s body was not buried deep, and it rained the previous day and washed out. I’m sorry.
“There were men in the woods who took wood, found her. I’m sorry.
I remember.
Why do I look at that man’s face and feel familiar?
About a month ago, I saw him near the company.
That afternoon, the canoe was sore.
I walked out of the company building and my mom called and said it was a month later.
She ordered me to go home.
I couldn’t help but laugh, “I’ve been outside for six months, and no one in your family has contacted me, and why should I go back now? I’m sorry.
My mother was angry at me: “Hew, you’re a bad man!” This is your home! I’m sorry.
Is this my home?
Every time I go back, I can only put a bed next to her piano.
It was the last chicken wings I picked up on purpose, and my dad put chopsticks on me.
It was my menstruation that dirty the sofa and my mom took a look and made me wash myself when I finished.
Home like this.
“Mom, I don’t have a home. I’m sorry.
I finished laughing and hung up.
A few steps away from the rain.
The man was wearing a black coat and standing there with a vague face.
And behold, he turned his head in a glance.
It was only then that my chest was filled with some kind of sour emotion, and I couldn’t take care of the abnormalities of the wayfarers.
So.
He’s already got eyes on me.
And after hearing about my mom and I had a fight, they thought I was a target.
The pain of the night was like a return.
This time, it fell on my lightly soul.
I’m in the air and I’m in the air like I’m in the wind.
It hurts.
More painful than that night.
But I couldn’t help but look up and stare straight at my mother’s face.
By this time, I’m still looking.
She won’t regret it.
Won’t be sad.
Won’t have my 1% pain.
My mom went to see the killer, led by the police.
His motive was said to be simple and straightforward, because his ex-girlfriend abandoned him and turned to rich people.
The other side set it up and asked him to clean it up.
Since then, he has gone to extreme madness.
Several of the victims, more or less, were similar to his ex-girlfriend.
Through the glass.
The light in the interrogation room was cold.
He looked up, looked at my mom, and he started laughing.
Seems to know there’s no way to live.
He also wants someone to suffer with him.
In front of my mom, he started talking about the details before I died.
“I accidentally got her a cell phone and called out, so I hung up across the street. I’m sorry.
“Is this for you?”
“Your daughter cried so nicely, she looked more like that bitch so I stripped her face. I’m sorry.
“She can’t even cry. She’s still calling her mother. I’m sorry.
The police stopped drinking, “Enough! Don’t provoke the victims’ families! I’m sorry.
My mom stood in front of the glass.
The back was still straight, staring straight at the killer.
She doesn’t talk, she doesn’t cry.
I floated in front of her, face to face.
She can’t see me.
I can’t hear you.
I said, “Mom, I hate you. I’m sorry.
That night.
The night he was raped and mutilated alive.
I feel the greatest pain that humanity can bear.
Blood pours out, and my sight is completely red.
There’s an animal’s desperate whirlwind in the throat.
Winds, bugs.
Left leaves fall.
Fungi grows on wet wood.
There’s so many noises in the drums that ring in my ears.
He’s deafening.
I’ve been screaming.
Mom.
Mom.
“Mom, I hurt. I’m sorry.
“Help me, Mama, help me…”
When human beings are most desperate and helpless, they call it unconscious.
Hope there may be a miracle.
None, however.
You’re in a big, warm bed, having a good dream.
Dream of your beloved eldest daughter, Bhu, marrying and living happily ever after.
The girls who Xuezawa is pursuing are stable, and go to a very good university.
He’s got a good job after graduation.
In your dream, never without me.
10
When they came out of the police station, they went to my rental house to collect their belongings, according to the address found by the police.
I’ll be here after graduation, working for two years.
They never came.
When she sat in the car, my mother suddenly screamed, “Beautiful.” I’m sorry.
He looked at her in a state of uncertainty, and his eyes were filled with a hidden heart.
“Does the phone call before Xu Tao died? I’m sorry.
“…”
She opened her mouth and couldn’t make a sound.
I can’t believe she’s got the right reason.
Finally, she said, “I’ve got to get up at 4:00, and I’ve been asleep a long time ago and I might have accidentally pressed it in my dream.” I’m sorry.
She squeezed a few tears and made her heartbreak seem sincere.
My mom noded and stopped talking.
It’s like just asking.
Yeah.
Her name’s Xu Xiao, and she’s always a pet.
Pick me up, name it.
I sat in the car for a long time before I came back from that dying pain.
Her eyes were filled with a little tears.
I recall without purpose the names of the three of us.
Xu Xiao is their first child.
And Xuzawa is a blessing from heaven.
And my name…
My name…
Less than 24 hours after birth, my brother stopped breathing.
According to the doctor, the foetus is stunted in the mother, leading to organ failure.
And by the bed, there was an old lady who taught the lessons: “This must have been another child who robbed me of this nutrition, which I had seen in the years that I had delivered in the country. Look at your daughter, how good she is. I’m sorry.
My mother leaned on the bed, and she looked at me with resentment.
She still didn’t give me a name when I had the full moon.
Until Grandma called.
“The peach blossom in front of this year’s old house is right. I’m sorry.
My dad’s looking for someone to count.
Peach is good, Peachwood is good for evil, and it’s good for me.
The car was dead.
Xuzawa broke the silence.
He was a bit uncomfortable to say, “I didn’t think it would be so bad luck…”
My mother turned around and looked at him: “What do you call her?” I’m sorry.
Hsuzawa’s waking up.
He used to call me Hsiao-chul.
This is in our house with unacknowledged acquiescence.
“Shu Tao is your sister. Your father and I can call her that. You can’t call her by her name. I’m sorry.
He was spoiled since he was a kid, and my mother’s sudden distress caused him to lose control.
“Mom, are we going to cremate your sister and bring her home?” I’m sorry.
My mom took a cold look at him and didn’t talk.
My rental house isn’t very neat.
A 30-square room with a couch and a tea table next to the bed.
The leftover grapefruit from the top of the tea table is dry.
The couch was covered in blankets, and there were many books scattered on the ground.
Hsuzawa has a slight blouse.
He obviously wanted to say something. He looked at my mom and didn’t say anything.
My mom picked up one of them. It’s about psychology.
She stunned and turned a few pages, and her fingers were suddenly squeezed.
The two chapters on self-destructive tendencies and progeny families, I drew many lines with pens.
The pages were loose and loose, and they were turned over, apparently repeatedly.
She pulled the small drawer next to her.
Hospital medical records, interview records of the psychologist.
A few empty pills.
There’s a small stack of tickets and high-level tickets.
Mostly to some popular coastal tourist cities.
There’s four people in the small room, everyone can feel it.
Some kind of heavy and sticky atmosphere is suffocating them down, and they are not moving.
She can’t take it anymore.
She pointed to the top ticket to Hainan Sanya, so she said, “Well, the days before the peaches left were good.” I’m sorry.
“She’s been to more places than us. I’m sorry.
It was one of the many tricks she used on me before.
I have always been happy without them, pretending to speak freely in front of my family.
I’m always nice outsiders, not hysterical like I was in front of them.
This is proof of my coolness and my cruelty.
Today, however, that tactic has suddenly gone unnoticed.
My mom looked back and looked at her with a cold, terrible look.
“Mommy…”
Xu Jiao just spits two words, and a big slap falls on her face.
She was blindfolded.
My father used to love her so much, he came to protect her, wrinkled and said, “What do you want to say and hit the child for?” I’m sorry.
My mom is holding my interview with the shrink.
– When did you start some self-harming?
– After junior high.
– No sense of belonging to the family? Why do you think you’re too much?
– When I was five, my sister said I should die with my brother. If it wasn’t for me, she’d be an only child, enjoying all the love of my parents. My mother also said I was born bad and killed my brother.
– Is there a lot of light thoughts? Is there any…
Her lips were shaking, as if it were a kind of late suffering.
“You act so well in front of us…”
Her voice is full of confusion, “What has she said to Xu Tao?” I’m sorry.
My father disagreed, saying, “Hew Tao is not good, and she is not wrong.” I’m sorry.
“You shut up!”
My mother screamed, and there was an abnormal red.
Hsuzawa was worried about her body and came to hold her: “Dad, you know my mother’s heart is bad! I’m sorry.
“He’s dead and can’t beat her! I’m sorry.
My dad’s staring.
Xu Xiao seems to have been blindfolded by that slap.
She looked at my mother, and she was so sweet, and she laughed.
It’s like every petal has a venom in it.
“Mom, have you forgotten? When I was young, I didn’t know anything. You told me about Xue Tao’s death. I’m sorry.
And Xu Zaib was so angry: “Hew Zoe!” How dare you talk to Mom like that! I’m sorry.
Two of them, standing face-to-face, two separate camps.
In my tiny room, arguing over my death, accusing each other.
I floated on the couch and watched it in cold.
Until the bell rings.
Eleven.
It’s the landlady.
She lived upstairs and looked up at the door, “Who are you?” Where’s Xu Tao?”
The soundproofing of this house is not too good.
Four people can’t hold up their emotional quarrels.
She’s quiet, I live here when it’s never loud.
That was asked after.
I looked at four people, like they were strangled, and suddenly there was no sound.
It’s been a long time. My mom said something.
“We are Xu Tao’s family. She’s dead. Let’s pack her things. I’m sorry.
The landlord’s wife was shocked to believe and finally shed tears.
When she went upstairs, she cried and said, “What a wonderful girl.
I wasn’t very lucky.
It’s been this since birth.
After being interrupted, they couldn’t stop arguing and began to pack my things.
Actually there’s nothing to clean up.
I’ll go strip.
There is no one but one who cares about Us, and he does not miss Us.
Finally, my mom sat by the sofa and looked at her medical records.
It’s dusk again.
The red sunset was spilled through the glass into the room.
There was a car flute outside the window.
She’s stopping and she’s losing her mind.
Do you remember anything?
Like that night by the road.
She grabbed me and I pushed her away a little.
I couldn’t wait to take back her love.
For me, she’s always so mean.
“Is this my fault?”
My mom put together the conversation, and she opened her voice, “She’s been a childless girl, and I’m not close, three kids in the family, and I’m sure I like the one I’m closer to. I’m sorry.
Nope.
Mom, you’re wrong.
You got it wrong.
When I was taken home, I instinctively sensed your coldness, so I’ve been trying.
She said she’d help with the housework, and you smiled and said what would happen to her.
I told you to wash your dishes, and you agreed.
And because I broke a bowl, I stabbed myself in the forehead and called me stupid.
“Mommy. I’m sorry.
Once again, I was muted, saying things they couldn’t hear.
The sound is broken into tears and can no longer be concealed.
“Mom, you brought me into this world, I don’t know anything. I’m sorry.
“I love you as much as you love me. I’m sorry.
My love is a mirror to your love.
All that stuff.
You taught me all about the cynicism, the hysteria.
In this house, you mean something to me, not to anyone else.
I was in your belly for ten months.
This link continued to exist after I was born.
So far away, it’s still pulling me.
So that after my death I was led by this invisible force, and the soul returned to her.
I tried to convince myself that the world was big, that life was vast and that there was no need to be trapped in the cages of the original family.
I went to the mountains.
Look at the sea.
Put the sharps away.
Every day you take your medicine.
But when I was passing through a city, I saw a little girl in the playground with a red balloon holding her mother’s hand.
I’ll still be there all of a sudden.
Look at her.
Just like in elementary school, I was told at the table with a little girl’s special pleasure.
She failed her exam and her mother reprimanded her.
She ran out of her house on purpose, and her mother found her and cried with her.
Say she’s afraid she’ll lose her.
I didn’t know.
The only way to do that is to be loved.
So once again, my mother was locked up in a groceries.
I pushed the door and ran out.
I ran away.
Sitting on the old swings of the district, staring at the thin stars of the night, rehearsing in their hearts.
If mom was worried about coming to me.
I have to say something.
After all, it’s Mom. Don’t make her too upset.
Just tell her to be nice to me later.
But I waited till midnight.
The clouds cover the moon, and the sky soars and rains, without stars.
I came home wet.
The whole house is quiet.
Everybody’s asleep.
Who’s gonna come looking for me?
The next morning I went out with a bag of books and my mom sat at the table and had breakfast, to put it mildly:
“How can I get back?” I thought you were going to live out there for the rest of your life and eat less. I’m sorry.
It’s only when a child is in love that he/she is allowed to play with a child.
I’ll never get out of my childhood.
When I was five years old, I was so restless in an unled world.
I asked my mom many times why.
I was almost begging her to love me.
Don’t need to love me the most.
Just love me.
Just like Xuzawa and Xu Xiao.
You’re not not going to. Why not me?
Why?
No answer.
Nightfall.
She turned over another page.
We haven’t seen it yet. The police called again.
“Sorry, Ms. Zhao Soo, I’ve just caught the prisoner, but the Bureau is busy. Your daughter has some leftovers here. Come and get them. I’m sorry.
My mom went out with Xuzawa.
It’s the valet light outside.
She bowed her head for a while and suddenly asked Xuzawa: “Do you hate me? I’m sorry.
“No, it won’t. I’m sorry.
Hesawa was obviously surprised, and in a few seconds he was able to squeeze a line out.
“Mom, you gave birth to her… as the murderer said, she was calling you before she died, how could she blame you? I’m sorry.
Speaking of which, he suddenly fell silent.
Xuzawa is 21 years old, not a child.
He hasn’t liked me much.
It’s just not as obvious and proactive as a stingy malice.
Most of the time, he stood behind her silently and was the one who supported her.
But the actions of the children are merely imitations of the adults in charge of life and death.
Hsuzawa and Hsu Xiao would never have done this to me without the acquiescence of their parents.
I followed them to the police station the second time.
The police handed my mom a bag.
It’s simple, a bunch of keys, a pack of paper towels, a screen that breaks into a spider web phone.
And a blooded, completely distorted gold bracelet.
There’s a wrinkled card in it.
“Happy birthday, Mom. I’m sorry.
The moonlight is so woven.
My mom was staring at that golden bracelet.
Look at the blood on the card.
Good time.
She’s looking at me forever or in cold or intense eyes, and there’s a fog.
On the seventh day after my death, I was 25 years old.
My mother, for the first time in her life, sheds a tear for me.
12
The clock pointer went back a month ago.
After that phone call, the next day I went to the office and my colleague from the office next door told me she was pregnant.
“I hope it’s a girl. I’m sorry.
She put her hand on a flat belly, with a soft smile on her lips, “I love my daughter.” I’m sorry.
“When she’s pregnant, she likes oranges. I’m sorry.
She’s the best woman in the department.
But when it comes to her children, the face is so gentle and quiet that I have never seen before.
She saw me looking at her, and she looked at me, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
“Nothing. I’m sorry.
I shake my head.
I had a dream that night before I was born.
My mom checked out the pregnancy, and she was so gentle with the belly.
She said, “Peach, let’s call it peaches. I love peaches when I have you.” I’m sorry.
It’s what I thought, the love of my dreams.
I went to the doctor again.
He said, “If you can’t come out, go back and see.” I’m sorry.
Some things are no longer a cure for the disease.
It became my demon.
I went to buy that gold bracelet.
Two more months is my mom’s birthday.
“Do you want to write your mother a blessing card?” she asks: I’m sorry.
I said yes and took the pen from her.
I want to try again.
Try again.
Now I am not a child who knows nothing, and she has gone to old age and death.
Maybe we can talk.
Pathetic and abhorrent.
I always have expectations.
Always hope she can love me.
But no more chance.
In the rain, I took that call.
So my fate was destined a month ago.
My ashes and my remains were taken home and placed in the suburbs’ mausoleum.
And our brother, who is buried there.
Put his urn in, it’s tiny.
On the day of the burial, it was heavy, but it didn’t rain.
My mom stood in front of the gravestone all day.
She’s sad and regretting that she’s already seen it.
I thought I’d take it easy.
But in fact, I look at her pain, with an endless indifferentness.
The pain and emotions of the last few decades have erupted in those hours and have been exhausted.
At night, when my mom came home, she sat quietly on the couch.
She’s retired.
Xuezawa went back to school, my dad was busy at the factory, and Xue went back to her and Song Fei’s little house.
Everyone returned to their lives after this brief episode.
It’s been a long time since my mom suddenly pulled the crap and showed a smile.
“Peach, now, just the two of us… stop here. I’m sorry.
13
The next day, my mom got up early and went to the market.
Because she often buys seafood, as soon as she passes, the stander sells it with enthusiasm, saying that today’s shrimp is big and fresh.
“Secure your daughter likes to eat. I’m sorry.
My mother said, “My daughter is allergic to seafood.” I’m sorry.
The stander looked at her strangely, didn’t say anything, and took care of the other guests.
My mom was walking around in front of a couple of food stalls.
She picked up the carrot and put it down.
Pick up the pepper and put it down.
This is a strange move.
So that the stander kindly reminded you, “What are you going to do? I’m sorry.
I watched her stand where she was and I looked back and lost my eyes.
I see.
She doesn’t know what I like to eat.
Ever since I was a kid, I never had the privilege to order food like Xu Xiao, nor to pick food like Xuzawa.
I don’t have any choice. It’s always been her doing what I eat.
Finally, the stander took a little basket of bamboo from the cabinet below and pushed it in front of my mother.
“Today’s new arrival is wild moo. Fresh. Buy some meat back? I’m sorry.
Ark City.
Muir.
The two words were like a sharp knife to the nerve, and my mother, with a little wooden ear, suddenly bended down and tears fell down.
“Peach. I’m sorry.
“Peach. I’m sorry.
That’s the kind of intimacy she calls in front of me.
But now that I’m dead, how can I hear it?
She bought nothing and came home with empty baskets of bamboo.
After a while, she got up and called Xue.
“Your piano has been out of school for six months, and I’ll find someone to send it to you.” If you don’t, I’ll let the garbageman take it. I’m sorry.
She cried all of a sudden.
And she said, “Mom, what are you doing? Don’t I deserve a room at home when I’m married? I’m sorry.
“Your bedroom is for you. I’m sorry.
My mom said with no face, “I’m going to pack up the room for Xu Tao. I’m sorry.
She doesn’t talk anymore.
Man cannot fail to see the Prophet.
I called her on the dead phone before I died, though not to hold her responsible for my death.
But it makes her a delicate place in this house.
My mom was fast.
The next morning the piano room was vacated.
She wandered around the furniture market trying to find the same bed and closet as she had been thrown out.
But it didn’t end up exactly the same.
She took out the greasy clothes from the groceries and put them in the closet.
In total, not many.
Besides, I bought it when I was in school. I couldn’t wear it if I was alive.
She then went out and found the craftsman at a gold store, fixed the bracelet as much as she could and put it on her hand.
My leftovers were placed in the room, and the first thing she did every day after my mom got up was to go in and wipe them clean.
I don’t understand what she wants to do.
Compensation?
Or do you want to make yourself feel better?
I was so desperate for her love.
Just give me a little.
It’s only after death.
I’m a bit restless in my room, trying to clean up what was on the bookshelve, trying to tear up her new sheets and throw them away.
She’s been scolding and hurting herself like she’s been fighting so many times before.
Don’t act like that, Mom.
In order to ease your guilt, fabricate an illusion of love for me.
Don’t you believe yourself?
But I can’t say it.
Say it, she can’t hear.
For the first time, I realized how cruel it was to exist as a soul.
When do I have to disappear?
Still stuck in this house like this forever.
Watching their happy lives.
Good thing soon, there’s an answer.
14
That afternoon, my mother suddenly received a call from Xuezawa School.
They said that Xuezawa and his classmates had a fight and had a heavy hand.
The other was seriously injured and Xuezawa was expelled from school.
There is also a risk of imprisonment.
“In any event, it is hoped that the guardian will visit the school as soon as possible in order to complete the withdrawal process. I’m sorry.
My mom held the handler, and she stopped: “Why does he have six months to graduate and why does he fight for no reason? I’m sorry.
It’s kind of nice to say from the school.
“Because of some emotional problems. I’m sorry.
In fact, it was Xuzawa who had been chasing her for a long time, and one of the girls who had made a statement was cut off by another boy.
He went unbelievably to question.
The boy, holding his girlfriend’s hand, smiled: “Who dares be with you when your sister dies so badly and you’re still in love?” I’m sorry.
Hsuzawa went up in anger.
Two people swung in a row.
In an impulse, he took a glass and smashed it on the head of the boy ‘ s forehead, resulting in a piece of debris in the temple.
Because he did it first and he was hurt worse.
Drop-out is inevitable.
Even worse, the parents have already called the police.
He cried when he saw my mother.
My mom sits calmly and talks about compensation with the parents across the street.
At the outset, they insisted that even if they did not go to prison for too long, they would leave Xuezawa with a case file.
Until my mom offered to settle with a million dollars.
Finally, while Xuezawa had dropped out of school, at least he had been released from prison.
On his way home, his face fell to the point.
I couldn’t help but say, “What’s wrong with my relationship? I’m sorry.
My mom turned her head and looked at him.
It was as if she had looked at a stranger, and had caused Xuzawa to tremble.
“What’s wrong, Mom? I’m sorry.
My mother shook her head and said, “Go home. I’m sorry.
Hsuzawa now only has a high school diploma, and no better company would want him.
My mom told him to follow my dad to the factory and get ready to take over later.
because it was hard, and Xuzawa did not desire.
But there is no other way.
And the third month after he entered the factory.
Something happened.
A worker’s right hand was thrown into the machine and crushed.
He was brought to the hospital in blood and barely survived.
However, his wife had just given birth, and the children were still young, and the family had since lost its pillars.
My father, however, did not pay compensation for the lack of a drilling contract, but instead claimed that the machine had been damaged by improper operations.
Ask the worker for compensation.
It’s clear to you, but it’s not right.
After the workers were discharged from the hospital, they broke into the factory with a knife, found my father and forced him to put both hands into the machine with a blade on his neck.
When this happened, Xuzawa stood by and watched.
That’s his real father.
But he didn’t even dare take the knife.
I dared to take my father to the hospital after what happened and then call my mother.
I followed her to the hospital.
Watching my mother walk through, slapping at Xuzawa, who’s in a state of panic.
“That’s your dad! Can’t you stop it, help him? I’m sorry.
And Xuzawa’s eyes were red, and he said, “Mom, he is wearing a knife. I’m sorry.
How ridiculous.
He dared to fight for a girl and a classmate.
But he was afraid to take a knife for his father, who had always loved him and was prepared to give his inheritance.
My dad’s right hand didn’t survive.
There are only two fingers left in the left hand, and the bare palm looks scary.
He said it hurt.
My mother was staring at the blood on the gauze, and suddenly she asked.
“Does it hurt more than this that night? I’m sorry.
“She kept calling me, she kept calling me I didn’t hear you. I’m sorry.
“How can I not hear?” I’m sorry.
No answer.
Mom, you don’t understand now.
There are questions that will never be answered.
15
My dad got depressed after he got out of the hospital.
And Xuzawa cannot afford it alone.
And when he was unable to reach her, She took Song Fei with her.
She suggested that their husband and wife would manage together with Xuzawa.
My mom looked at her face.
And that beautiful face, a few pale blues.
Looks like he’s about to heal after he’s hurt.
“What’s going on?”
My mother dragged Xue to her room and asked twice, and she cried.
“Song Fei was not good to me after Xu Tao died, and he had a big fight with me after Dad said he was going to give the factory to Xuzawa. What’s the point of saying that Dad loves me more? I’m sorry.
“I had a fight with him, and he said that Xu Tao was not so bad, and that if we hadn’t lied to him, I would have gone into his room in the middle of the night to seduce him, he would have never broken up with Xu Tao. I’m sorry.
“He beat me up and said I didn’t answer the phone on purpose and killed Xu Tao. I’m sorry.
“Mom, how can he do this to me…”
He grew up all the time.
They couldn’t even spare her the heavy work.
Never had such pain.
She looked at my mother with all her tenderness.
Tears over lashes.
I hope she’s in charge.
But my mother looked at her without her face: “What is wrong with him?” I’m sorry.
Zhu Zhui was frozen and watched with confidence.
“You hate peaches. She never called you, she must have been in a hurry, even in danger. I’m sorry.
“You know what you think when you hang up. I’m sorry.
She walked over Shige and went out.
I tried to lean against the wall, as if it would give myself a little strength.
Turns out my mom could be smart.
And it’s a good idea to be very careful.
And you can cut through her little tricks.
Picking up her malice against me.
But I didn’t feel it once when I was alive.
You have to die before you tell me that.
At dinner, they were fighting again.
It’s all about the factory.
I never thought of that.
But of course Xuzawa and Sheba took it for granted.
They started arguing, talking to each other.
But by the way, I can’t get away with it.
He said, “How can you say that you broke Mom’s scarf when you pushed him to the peach? I’m sorry.
He said, “Why were you bullied in Xu Tao High School, or did you untie her on the way to school and run away just as they saw her in their graders?” I’m sorry.
“As soon as Xu went to college, you’d have to change her bedroom to a piano room. I’m sorry.
“You’ve got a face for me! It’s not your mother, so she can help with the housework. You don’t even want to wash your underwear. You have to throw it to Xu Hong! I’m sorry.
Arguing.
It’s ugly.
My mom’s getting pale.
She suddenly stood up: “Enough!” I’m sorry.
“He’s dead and you won’t let her go! I’m sorry.
This chicken hair, a rotten family.
It’s like a horror picture.
My mother stood on the table, and her chest rose and fell: “He died so badly that even his neighbour and her landlord could hear her cry, but you did not shed a tear for her.” I’m sorry.
“Now come and fix this shit and rip her out.”
“You’re enough too. I’m sorry.
My dad broke her up, “I appreciate your loss, but did you do it too much, Zhao Su? I couldn’t sleep all night in the hospital, and I knew Tish Peach without seeing you to comfort me. If you don’t buy me breakfast in the morning, you’ll have to go back and clean her last photo. I’m sorry.
“I say she was unlucky and chose to die on the day of her sister Dae Gil. She’s the one who’s doing it. I’m sorry.
He fixed his mind and said, “I’ve asked the master to do the math, and he says she’ll never come to our house again if she moves the ashes out of the grave, makes a well, crushes the 18th floor of hell. I’m sorry.
“We’ll be all right.” I’m sorry.
“It’s so bad to die. I’m sorry.
My mom doesn’t talk anymore.
She’s like a dying flower, and she’s lost all her life.
For a long time, she finally raised her eyes.
With some kind of blade to the bone.
One inch of the men in front of you.
My father, who is in a bad mood, looks like a small, selfish, impulsive Xuzawa.
This family looks like it’s a fragrance. It’s been rotting like a piece of wood.
And when I was alive, they were only bound by their aversion and hatred towards me as a bond.
But now I’m dead.
Take my tragic death as a trigger.
My mother’s beloved husband and children finally showed her a terrible face.
Look at three different people in front of you.
Oh no, four.
It’s not about Song Fei.
She suddenly calmed down.
“You are right. I’m sorry.
“Shu Tao is the only unlucky person in this family, and we should not fight over her. I’m sorry.
“Sit down and eat. I’m sorry.
16
I’m looking, actually, not surprised.
It’s been so for years.
Just this once, after the dishes.
My mom locked herself in my bedroom.
She took my last photo, shivered her fingertips and touched her.
“Sorry. I’m sorry.
“Sorry, peaches. I’m sorry.
“We owe you so much for all these years. I’m sorry.
“Mother owes you. I’m sorry.
“Mom will have everyone come to you to make amends. I’m sorry.
She pulls out the drawer, takes out a bottle.
These days, she was woken up by nightmares and went to the hospital with sleeping pills.
I watched her grind a whole bottle of pills into the water.
The following day she made a large table and put sleeping pills in each.
They ate, fell asleep and went back to their rooms.
And my mom…
She opens all the doors of the room, locks the door behind the door, puts away all the phones, smashes them and throws them outside the window with the keys to the house.
Then close all the windows.
Turn on the gas switch, the stoves are turned to maximum and water is extinguished.
After all this, she sat on the couch with my remains and waited quietly for death to come.
I floated across from her and looked at her.
Face-to-face with her like that day outside the glass in the interrogation room.
I watched her breathe more and more and more, and the pupils were distilling, and her lips dyed with the gruesome cherries.
I said, “Mom, why are you doing this? I’m sorry.
“Does it always be understood that you will redeem yourself with death?” I’m sorry.
I won’t.
I won’t.
I’ll always hate you.
I’ll never forgive you.
Her life is fading away.
My blood bond, if any, fades.
And the moment We floated out of the door, and it reached it, it was gone.
I heard my mother’s voice: “Peach! I’m sorry.
Watch out for wings, ecstasy.
“Peach, is that you?”
“Don’t go, peach. Mama wants to see you…”
I didn’t look back.
Never saw the last face.
Not after death.
Mom.
My soul, gradually, becomes a particle, dissolves in the wind.
I think I saw Grandma.
She was wearing that soft rag to hold my hand.
She said I’ve been studying for our peaches for 20 years and I’ve found a good family.
In the next life, our peaches will be happy.
Then Grandma will be your grandma.
Grow a fragrance tree and a peach tree in front of the door.
It’s late.
I’ve seen the most beautiful scenery in the world.
Numerous currents crossed the night sky and scattered between mountains and seas.
Turns out there’s a meteor tonight.
It was said that the wish for a meteor would come true.
Then next life.
I want to have loved my mom and dad.
No need to be rich.
Just have a cake for your birthday.
There was a red balloon when we went to the playground.
That’s good.
That’s good.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
