I’ve just finished my chemo, and I’ve been posted on the Internet, and I’ve got a text: a bitch has cancer, ha ha ha.
In less than 10 minutes, the star’s ex-husband called me and I hung up.
That night, he stood by my bed red-eyed, “Lin, you’re not sick, are you? I’m sorry.
I smiled, “Cancer late, dying. I’m sorry.
My husband’s a red-flowing man, June.
Eight years of invisibility, I was with him step by step from a dragon trap to a man who had more than enough power in front of the press.
I asked him when the announcement was made.
He always said, “Wait, wait, wait.
I believe it.
It didn’t wait until he was a gossiping girlfriend.
He began with a patient explanation, which turned into irritation: “It’s not just holding hands, having a vague eye, without any real progress. I’m sorry.
“It was a company arrangement. How do I know why she called me in the middle of the night? I’m sorry.
“What happened to a gift for Valentine’s Day? Don’t be ridiculous, okay? I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
Remember the previous year, he had been mad not to speak to me for three days because he saw my colleague give me a hot milk tea.
Even if I didn’t want it, he wouldn’t listen.
Now it’s his turn to hold hands and have a strange look.
Has he thought about me?
Who’s this again?
Ah, remember, the show C came out of “A Woman in the Year” — Coco Chow.
In addition to their new play, “Sweet Eyes” and “Sweet Love” are “interacting.”
The comments are:
Together! Together!
Ah! That’s good.
Nice and beautiful, kswl.
I don’t know.
Aren’t I sad, jealous?
Last year, when we met, he said, “I can’t take it or divorce,” and then he left.
Since then, we’ve been separated. He lives in a hotel.
But when I got the diagnosis, I saw the word “end of stomach cancer” and I called her first time to ask him what to do.
After all, 22 years, 5 years old and now, apart from being loved, being loved, being loved by each other, have been integrated into each other’s blood.
But I didn’t know that the other side of the phone was the girl who cried, “Hey, be gentle. I’m sorry.
Next, it’s smirk.
My phone slipped on the ground and blinked.
This laughter, it’s Magnus.
He betrayed me?
That day I went crazy, went straight to the hotel, slammed the door, and saw him open the door with a towel around him, saw me, wrinkled, “What are you doing here?” I’m sorry.
“Who is it?”
The sound of Zhou Coco came and went right behind him, wrapped in a bathrobe and held him.
Who’s this?
I’m looking at you. I’m tired of you. I’m sorry.
You used to have a bad eye. I’m sorry.
Indeed. I’m sorry.
He said yes, and he looked down at me, “What else? I’m sorry.
I slapped him so hard, I cried all over.
But he was squeezing his eyebrow, and he said, “Stop it, get divorced.” I’m sorry.
The next day, she returned.
I don’t know what I’ve just finished, but I’m wearing a suit, and I’m looking at a deal. I’m sorry.
I didn’t sleep all night and I threw the deal in his face.
He’s crooked, and he’s got a big eye, “Don’t go too far. I’m sorry.
“I’m out of line? Who’s sleeping with someone else? Your Highness! I’m sorry.
I smiled, I laughed, I coughed, and my throat smelled salty. You cheated, and I have to thank you. Would you kindly welcome home? I’m sorry.
“We’re not a world anymore, you know that, don’t you? I’ll make it up to you. You’ll be fine. I’m sorry.
I can’t believe I’m looking at him.
Is it true that the man who spent his childhood with me, who swore to be good to me in front of the Civil Administration, and the man who’s been looking down on him?
How come it’s only two years and it’s gone?
I remember last year, when I was just having a bad voice, and he was like an enemy, and he wouldn’t let me eat ice, he put warm water on the table, heated cough soup, and he pushed me to the hospital.
It’s all me.
And now I’m coughing and I can’t speak, and he’s only got a thick tumult.
I bowed my head and wiped my mouth, and I put my blood on my skirt.
“I won’t let you go. I’m sorry.
He looked at me calmly and looked down, “The company’s ready for public relations, Lin Ting, and it’s not good for you. I’m sorry.
I went straight to pick up the vase and hit him hard, and the bottle broke his face.
Get out! I’m sorry.
He’s never seen me look like a bitch, and he’s like, “If you talk on the Internet, I’ll cut off the orphanage. I’m sorry.
I looked at him like he was cold, his voice was dumb, “You’re threatening me with this?” Is the Dean not good to you? Do you have any heart?’
He looked, “I told you, I’m going to climb to the highest level, Lin Ting, how hard I am, don’t you know? I’m sorry.
Bang! I’m sorry.
After he said that, he went straight away and the door was shut.
I fell on the floor, spitting out my blood, and my stomach was sore and sweating.
No, it’s dead, right?
“Lin Ting, let’s be together. I want to see you for the rest of my life. I’m sorry.
When he graduated, he finally turned from a dragon trap to a N-man, saving for a diamond ring.
It was the first snow.
He was wearing a long black velvet dress, a microfilm of his hair, standing under a dark street light, with a bit of an expression.
I know, he’s worried about that rich senior who confessed to me.
Cute.
I extend my hand and let him put a cold ring in my no-named finger, but my heart feels warm.
I don’t know.
“Cough…”
I open my eyes and the sun shines on the ground.
And I was in a black dress, in a back-lighted kitchen, and there was dry blood on the white marble floor.
It’s so painful to get up.
Is that how it feels to die?
I got up hard, I got dizzy, I put two sugars in my mouth.
But then, it was disgusting, it was not eating anything, but it was still vomiting, and it felt like it was coming out of the crumbs and the mouth was full of bitterness.
It hurts.
I sat on the floor, looked up and found the house empty.
The kitchen doesn’t even have a knife.
Turns out I was already alone.
I’m the only one with memories of the past.
He has long since left and is on his so-called street.
You want revenge?
Does it mean anything? How long do I have to live?
I wonder how long it’s been since the sun swung and the sun finally fell on me through the window, bringing warmth.
I moved my fingers, I got up, I called her.
“You can divorce me, give me 50 million dollars, double the monthly grant. I’m sorry.
It’s quiet over there. “Lin Ting, are you out of line? I’m sorry.
“Huh. I’m sorry.
And I laugh, and I cry, and I’m calmer than I’ve ever said, “Give you a day to think, the day after tomorrow, I’m gonna see you in front of the Civil Administration, or you’re never gonna think about the divorce I promised. I’m sorry.
I’ll just hang up.
Here comes her, wearing a mask, a hat, and a loose dress.
But even so, he can’t be fooled, and people keep looking at him.
After all, A City is now full of his ads, even his bus sign.
I signed the divorce papers when the money was confirmed.
Because of the need to identify, he had to remove his mask and there was a clear debate around it.
But I don’t know yet, but it’s going to be on the Internet and it’s going to be a big deal.
I don’t know.
After the Civil Administration came out, we were like two strangers.
He went straight out of the car without even looking at me and got in the babysitting car with long, white legs.
I think it’s Coco Chow.
The door was then closed and immediately opened, leaving my life very easily.
But he left so much ink in my life.
I looked at the far-off car and said, “I will never see you again.” I’m sorry.
And then look down and look at the good news.
There are almost 10,000 words, all of which are ours. When I first met at the orphanage when I was five years old, after graduation, he stood in the streetlight and proposed to me.
9821 words give us an overview of all we’ve had in 22 years, not as long as a paper.
Before the click, I suddenly saw that there was a fat mother with the baby.
What are they saying, laughing at me? Reminds me of Sister Chan, the director of the orphanage.
She’s also a fat, warm woman, with a particularly big voice, and she thinks of all our children as she is.
Because she lost her children when she was young.
I don’t know.
Remember when I first came to the orphanage, I cried every day and my eyes were so swollen.
She was in a hurry to blistering, and had to prepare three meals for the children of the orphanage, wash clothes and clean their feet.
When I grew up, I asked her if it was worth it.
Instead, she said that she had no time to think about what was and was not, rather than be influenced by negative emotions, by the best memories.
I blinked, my fingers stopped.
If it does, the media, the interviews and even the groceries will find me in the world.
But I won’t live for three months.
Are you really going to waste your time with the Emperor?
I don’t want to see him again.
Last day, I just wanted to feel the world by myself, and then to leave quietly, without having any more connection to him, and then to go to the orphanage and see Chen and the bean bean bean bean bean bean bean bean, listening to Chen’s big voice and the little bean bean bean bean bean bean bean bean bean bean.
I don’t know.
Thinking about it, I didn’t know I’d pick my lips.
The warm mood slows down the pain associated with the inundation and is still in pain as if it were no big deal.
If only life was first seen.
I take a deep breath and look up.
It’s blue, there’s clouds.
Well, it’s a nice day. Bring them some cake.
I click to delete, and at the same time, light on you.
It’s over.
“Here comes the big sister!”
Roundy saw me first and shouted.
She’s five, round, cute.
And then a bunch of little bean bean come around me and I smiled and gave them the cake.
They put cakes on the table with joy, and each person chooses his/her own style, and the light is happy.
When the director saw me, he slapped me on the back, and my voice was still so big, “How can I lose weight?” What’s that? It’s not good at all!”
I looked to her, and she looked sore and angry, and her hair was half as white as it was last week.
Or maybe I didn’t?
At this moment, I feel like I’m crying in her arms once, saying that I’ve had a hard time, and I’m going to yell at him again.
But in the end, you try to keep your emotions down and hold your arms. I’m sorry.
“Pretty shit!”
She yelled at me.
“I’ll make beef roast, and you’ll give me two bowls today. I’m sorry.
“No problem. I’m sorry.
I suck my nose and smile at her.
“I don’t know why. I’m sorry.
The dean looked at my face and complained, but he couldn’t hide it.
She turned her back, but she hesitated, saying, “What is wrong with you and Imam?”
I’ve had a hard time and I’ve only had a reaction to the original name of Magnificent.
The company changed his name.
About the year before.
I don’t know.
Then We saw that when he had changed his name, he was further and further away from Our wind.
“Good. I’m sorry.
I look, my lips laugh.
She lamented the fact that the iron was not steel, but she comforted: “The media on the Internet were all fabricated, and he was a child who listened and did not cheat. I’m sorry.
I thought of that day when I saw him surrounded by a towel and Zhou Coco surrounded him, strangling his hand and laughing and nodding his head.
“Well, he’s good to me. I’m sorry.
The dean touched my head, “I can’t stand it and get divorced and come back to help. I’m sorry.
“Ha ha ha ha, okay. I’m sorry.
I laughed.
She was a little worried, but she turned around to cook.
I looked at her in the back of her apron, and the children who ate cake at the table, and I didn’t even notice it, from the sandy playground, the swings, to the giant silver almond tree.
The leaves are all yellow.
But I remember, when it bloomed, the leaves were thick and brushed.
He stood under the tree, with his eyes focused on him, and he said, “I will never let you shed a tear. You don’t have to be so strong and depend on me.” I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
When I’m back, I can’t cry.
I covered my face, afraid that the dean and the children would see me and run away.
But this is the last time I’ve cried for him, for the good and true he once was.
Of course, the main reason for the escape is that I can’t eat two bowls of roast beef, not even half a bowl.
What a shame.
And I remember the smell of the flesh, and the fragrance of the flesh, and the soft bite, and the freshness of the juice spills over the mouth, and the super tenderness.
In the past, orphanages were underfunded, with only $56,000 per child.
But you always give me meat, and only I force him to eat it, and then he says he doesn’t like it, and I eat it all.
Why did you think of him again?
It’s just a normal memory of the past, but it’s him.
I closed my eyes and forcibly removed the images from my head and looked at the graveyard before me and thought, “Is it a little unfair?” I can’t get out for two, three years. I can’t get out.
“That’s too much. I’m sorry.
I mumbling.
The location of the cemetery is so far away from the center of the city that the “neighbors” look good, but I feel better.
Thinking about it, I think it’s a little funny.
Jiang Mu-hyun always said I had a brain that was empty, but still looked at me.
I thought of him again.
And I looked, and I stood up and patted on my body, and on the side of it, “That’s it, that’s good.”
I’ll go to the hospital when I’m done with the contract.
Who knows?
I don’t know.
I didn’t say anything. I just hung up and hacked him.
And on the last day We shall strip him of his life and tear him out of his flesh and flesh, without any trace.
Single-person wards, nurses and doctors are committed.
I’m happy to talk to the nurse about the recent fun.
Until today, she suddenly began to cover up and kept looking at my face.
For some reason, I’ve been thinking about recent events, and I’ve turned on my cell phone, and I’ve found that Weibo blew up, and the headline is “Gang Mu-chun’s Divorce.”
Next line.
“Senior Jiang is married? I’m sorry.
“Magic Jiang was blackmailed. I’m sorry.
“Who is your wife?”
“Joseph Jiang, defunct.”
“The Prime Minister of the Republic of Macedonia. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
I stopped by my finger and called in the statement of the Emperor.
And what it says is, in conclusion, that when she knew me, she married me, but then I was vain and big hands. I was going to get a divorce, but whoever knew about it, I started sucking blood on him, claiming to be depressed, committing suicide, and finally asking me what I’d do, and I said 50 million, and I would divorce him.
There’s less than a minute of audio down there.
I said, “Give me 50 million.” I’m sorry.
“Did you go too far, Lin Ting?” I’m sorry.
I said, “Well, give you a day to think, 50 million, or you won’t get divorced.” I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
“Cough, cough, cough…”
The clips made me feel ridiculous, and even the brain stopped thinking.
Because even if we fought every day for two years, even if he cheated and I caught him, I never thought he would do this to me.
What happened in the last two years?
Is that why he’s so reminiscent of all the dirty water on me?
When did the young man who was so hot and so good to me become so greedy and selfish?
Have I never met him?
“Ugh…”
The sweet memories of the past and the desperate circumstances of today are intertwined, and even make me feel that the world is fake and full of surprises.
I covered my chest, coughed and vomited, and the blood was dipped in a little white sheet, and it couldn’t be controlled until the sheet became red and I laughed.
It’s so painful, it’s really hard to laugh.
What, so funny? Ha ha ha!
My stomach’s sore, I’m spitting blood, my brain’s gonna explode.
The world was destroyed and faith collapsed. That was the feeling.
I fell in bed, the world fell into darkness, and it was the third day when I woke up.
From ICU out after I sank.
The doctor told me to take care of her.
I looked at him and smiled, “Just say how long I have.”
He lamented and took off his glasses: “Maybe for a month or two, don’t get so emotional, but if you’re well-regulated, you don’t have to have a good mind.”
“It’s okay, I know my body. I’m sorry.
Come on, I laughed at him, and I was carried to the wheelchair by the nurse, and I was pushed back to my room.
I’m even tired of breathing.
So it’s like when the body is down.
I looked out the window and I thought, winter, it came.
At the same time, the phone rings again and is still a strange number.
I haven’t seen my cell phone this week. I’ve got over 300 calls. I don’t even know who.
To say that there had been a slight tumult in the mind before, and now there has been only boredom, and then there has been a dilution.
I just hang up and lie still.
Weak, disgusting, hard to breathe.
It turns out that in the face of death, emotions are not maintained, that nothing is desired, and that even hairlines are exhausted.
Just want to live and live.
I wish I had a hot pot after I got out of the orphanage.
I closed my eyes, and I woke up again, and I saw her with red eyes standing by my bed, and her eyes were obstinate, “Lin, you’re not sick, are you? I’m sorry.
I look at his depressed eyes and I just think it’s funny, “A late cancer, dying.” I’m sorry.
Fuck! Why didn’t you tell me? Shit! I’m sorry.
Jiang Mu-hyun went crazy, and his “silent” “silent” “silent” “silent” by the entertainment circle, all of which he smashed into pieces, vases, dishes, television, including hot water kettles.
He was like a beast driven to the end, excavating all his emotions madly.
Regret, guilt, love?
I looked at him like that, and there was nothing in my heart. I’m sorry.
His voice was small, but he was like he was pressed hard, and then he kneeled slowly and painfully. On the ground, hold your head and say, “What have I done, what have I done?” I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
He was lying on the ground like a dog, weeping and desperate, making me think of what he looked like when he was cheating.
Turns out so ugly.
Get him out of here!
The guard saw him stop and finally came in and pulled him in.
But you just keep shouting, “Down, sorry, sorry…”
I don’t want to look at him, let the nurse give me a new room, even think about the one in the shooting garden: “If I’m sorry, why should the police?” I’m sorry.
Funny.
It’s not that bad.
But how the hell did he know I was here?
I turned on the phone and searched his name again.
It must be said that it is useful to say that the former husband was a celebrity and that the words immediately appeared — “the status of the former wife of Jiang Mu-hyun”.
Point it in, find it’s my picture.
It was in the hospital hall before chemotherapy. I don’t know who shot it and sent it online.
I’m white and thin and my eyes are closed.
The first one is: a bitch has cancer, ha ha ha.
ID: I love 10,000 years.
I don’t know.
Really, enough.
I threw my phone on the floor.
I don’t want to be affected by these emotions, but it’s just like that.
That’s annoying.
He woke up the next day and saw him again.
He sat next to me, closed his eyes, and he was black.
What is this?
He seemed to see my sight, and he looked at me, and he looked at me, and he said, “Throw, are you awake? Are you hungry? I made you some chicken soup and filtered all the oil out of it. I’m sorry.
He said, get up and move.
It’s annoying.
I just woke up, my eyes were blurry, and I looked at him, and I just rang the nurse.
“Let him out, I don’t know him. I’m sorry.
The Emperor’s eyes were painful, but he remained humbled by my bed: “Will I be with you?” I don’t talk.
“We’ve been divorced. I looked at him in cold blood, and I said, “Do you think the clips are not enough, the chemo pictures are not enough, you want to kill me yourself? I’m sorry.
“No, no, please, stop.” I’m sorry.
His Excellency had a deep low head, his voice was mute and his face was covered in pain.
I laugh, “Stabbing is so decisive, now what? Go away. I’m sorry.
“Let him out. I’m looking at the nurse, repeat.
“Mr. Jiang, this is really bad for the patient’s rest and she’s already very weak.” I’m sorry.
“Mr. Jiang”?
“Well, I’m out. I’m sorry.
After taking a deep breath and rubbing his eyes on his sleeves, he looked up and laughed at me and said, “I will listen to everything I say.” I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
And that really pulled me in once.
Every time he pisses me off, he holds me in his arms, his voice is down, his words are soft, and I surrender.
But does that make sense now?
I didn’t talk. I watched him get up and get ready to go.
Wait!
I’m Doo.
He turned around and surprised me.
I said, “Take your soup, it’s disgusting. I’m sorry.
It was as if the stars had lost light in his eyes.
He snuggled and his head down and carried the soup out.
I take my eyes back.
And indeed, the late love is worse than the grass.
No, insult the grass.
Actually, I knew we were two.
At school, we were all studying hard because reality forced us to work, and the hundreds of scholarships were enough to feed us for months.
But as we work, we all change.
I went to a big factory when I graduated. I got paid well. I was busy.
And Jiang Mu Jian longs for success.
But in that circle, he had no background, he didn’t want to go under the rules, he had to run around with all the teams, sometimes busy for six months.
But even so, it didn’t affect our feelings, and I decisively agreed to his proposal.
Because he’s full of me.
Me too.
Until the day before, his role was robbed.
At that time, he finally played a faceless role.
Because one of the scenes required actors to wear “bracked” armor, half of their bodies lying in a fast-frozen water stream.
The director was also very well-capitalized, was not allowed to use an actor’s double, and was very expensive.
He picked up, a few seconds of scenes, for half an hour.
After the show, the lips are all purple.
But he was happy, and I was told on the phone that the director said that the next show would make him a second-rate guy, big-time maker, and maybe he’d get out in a minute.
As a result, he was useless.
‘Cause the new man’s gold is better than the director.
This is a common experience in entertainment.
But since that time, Jiang Chill has changed his name to “Jan Mu-hyun” and has followed the company’s orders to fire CP and fire CP, go to the restaurant and go to the restaurant…
The cold, once said, wanted to be the Shadow King, was gone and completely transformed into traffic.
At the same time, the companion disappeared as he became more angry.
I didn’t realize he was fascinated by that raffle, but I always thought about the nice little boy, the man who looked after me at the orphanage, protected me at school, and was all over me.
But the truth is, it’s really in the face.
I don’t know.
My little sip at the hospital, it’s full of food, it doesn’t taste at all.
I just thought he’d better eat.
I’d like to have a hot pan, spicy hot, lobster, pancakes and spicy…
I blinked.
Yeah, I’m dying. What are you doing?
It’s not good to find out that it’s so late, it’s not good that it hasn’t been done a few times, and it looks normal now.
Thought of that, I got up from bed.
Living in the North, I haven’t seen the sea, I’d like to go to H. I hear it’s time for the sunrise.
And I rose up and pushed out the door, and found Jeju in a chair.
He wakes up when he’s pushed to the door and he’s in a hurry to get up, and there’s red blood in his eyes that doesn’t come to rest, “Thing, where are you going?”
I waved his hand and walked.
He followed me slowly and slowly.
Boring.
I turn around, “Don’t follow me!”
“I’m worried about you. Will you let me stay with you?” I’m sorry.
“Don’t pretend you don’t want me. You’re the one who slept with someone else.
“I am…”
Your Highness! If I don’t get sick, can I live like this? I’m sorry.
“No, I…”
“You should be glad I’m dying and tired of wasting my last time on a piece of shit like you! I’m sorry.
He’s pale, his lips move, and he can’t say a word.
I was breathing for seconds.
It’s weird to calm down.
And finally, I’m tired and turned away: “If it’s really for my good, don’t come back to me again.” I’m sorry.
He’s down, he’s not following.
Doctors don’t approve of my discharge, because my heart and lungs aren’t too good.
What a pity.
I’d like to go, but I’d stop thinking about how much it would cast a shadow on people and flight attendants if they actually died on the plane.
I don’t expect my body to be any better now. I just hope I find it earlier.
If I find out sooner, I can eat more food and see the sea.
Ugh.
You’re in such a bad mood, you’re out of the office, and you’ve seen Jiang Mujun again.
Why didn’t you know he was a dog?
I don’t even want to talk about it. I’m going to the ward.
He came in again and showed me his cell phone, and he said, “It’s all my fault. I cheated. My wife is a very good woman. I’m sorry.
It was sent ten minutes ago and has now been commented in thousands.
I don’t know.
Are you crazy?
I opened my mouth.
And he turned his mouth, and he choked, and said, “Down, I want nothing, let me be with you, please.” I’m sorry.
I looked at him and I didn’t know what to look at.
He went forward, carefully surrounded me, his voice shivering, “I’m really wrong, let me, let me stay with you for the last time.” I’m sorry.
Hot tears dripping on my neck.
It’s the first time I’ve felt his vulnerability so close, and he’s always acted like a man of everything.
So he’s gonna show up.
It’s clear that we used to depend on each other, spent so many days, integrated into each other.
But now, I’m surrounded by him and I’m free of any fluctuations.
I don’t love you anymore. I’m sorry.
“It’s all right. It’s all right. I know. I love you. I’m sorry.
After the news, the phone was about to explode.
But he doesn’t care, he doesn’t answer a phone, he’s wearing a simple T-shirt, he’s free pants, he’s staying in a hospital.
Every morning, in the middle of the night, he made me soup, as if he was back then, in a small rental house, and he made me food in the same way.
At first, he could eat half a bowl. After all, he was really good at cooking.
However, after a few weeks, there were more medicines than food, painkillers, anti-stoking pills, spores, urethrin.
Half a meal, half a day.
He’s not tired of watching over me, helping me with the blood and food that I’ve been throwing up, putting on the heat, turning me over.
I don’t know.
But even with so many medications, the body is dying with irreversible trends.
Sometimes I look back and find a big difference with the dates that I remember.
Those two or three days, as if they had just disappeared, left me with the laughter, standing by me, waking up, asking me what I wanted to do and whether I wanted to go downstairs.
But I don’t know what they’ve been through, but I just feel like half of my soul is out of my body, tall and sad.
The stomach pains are also increasing, and painkillers are not working, as if I had a knife in my stomach and I couldn’t survive.
I was afraid I’d bite my tongue, put my hand in my mouth and get six stitches.
He laughed that I had left him a mark.
Sick.
At the same time, it started to grow, and every time I felt like I would never wake up.
“Hey, Miss Jiang, why don’t we go eat a hot pot? I’m sorry.
He looked up, looked me in the face, he looked desperate, and he cried, and he said, “Throw.”
His voice was almost mute.
I lay there and looked at him.
It took him a long time to nod his head, “Okay, I’ll do it for you. I’m sorry.
I’m so happy.
Too bad we didn’t get it that day.
Because I’m throwing up blood again.
I’m just dying to grab my hand and scream my name as if the sky was falling.
But I can’t respond. I just feel like it’s dark.
It hurts, it hurts.
Somebody help me.
This time, I spent the whole week in ICU.
When she wakes up again, she’s gone to hell.
I’ve never seen him look so bad.
Even when we’re the poorest, he buys a nickel blade and shaves his beard carefully.
“So ugly. I’m sorry.
I laughed and he cried.
“I thought you’d wake up. I’m sorry.
He’s buried in my neck and he’s shaking so hard to contain.
“We, have a hot pot today, okay? I’m sorry.
He’s painful.
“Okay…”
I smiled weakly and said, “Let’s get butter and hot.” I’m sorry.
Just six words, that’s all.
“Well, I’ll buy your favorite beef rolls, yellow throats, tofu and we’ll eat it all again, okay? I’m sorry.
“Well…”
I’m tired of closing my eyes.
At this point, we all know that my life is at its end.
I’m tired.
“Well, fragrance.”
I sucked my nose, opened my eyes, and I ran into Chen’s face.
Like, dreaming.
She wakes me up, pinches my face, softens my voice. I’m sorry.
I was raised by her and found myself in the orphanage.
That’s why I didn’t sleep well in my sleep.
I’m sure it’s another idea.
“Come, eat, today, all you like. I’m sorry.
Chen said that she wanted to hold me, but saw my dry hand, and she finally couldn’t keep her smile, and she kept showing a smile and a smile, and she kept holding back, and finally, she turned her shoulders, and turned her back, and didn’t let me see the grief that came out.
I’m sorry too.
But now, there’s no strength to cry.
“I’m sorry, Chan, I didn’t want to upset you…”
She’s still on her back, with her hands on her back, and finally, when she had to look at me, she’s crying. You tell me, I’ll fight that bastard, I’ll take care of you! How can you stand this? I’m sorry.
She wanted to put her hand on me like she used to, and she ended up on her own lap, regretting, “You should’ve been caught last time, you shouldn’t have gone, you lied to me about losing weight. I’m sorry.
The dean bowed his waist, half black hair, and now he’s all white.
I held her in my heart, in peace, on her warm back, with the smell of soap — mother’s smell.
Don’t cry. I love you so much. I’m sorry.
She cried even louder. “Doesn’t she talk about this? I’m sorry.
“Come on, let’s eat. I made beef and hotpots today, and you’re gonna have to give me at least two bowls today. I’m sorry.
I opened my mouth and noded my head, “Okay. I’m sorry.
She took care of me in a wheelchair and pushed me out.
I just went out and found out that the restaurant was made like the sea by a blue and white cloth.
The little kids were at the table. They saw me all around.
The hot pots on the table are grunting and bubbles, and the food is rolling in red and hot soup.
The house is full of heat and noise.
I love people around.
Great.
I’m going to buy some puffs.
But I saw him, a 17-year-old, and the five officers were a little green, standing not far, surrounded by an apron, with meat, laughing at me, “Come and eat.” I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
He’s so gentle, so cold, so sweet and moving.
But if there is a future, don’t be with her.
I really don’t want to see him being caught in the middle of something.
So scary.
If there is a future, I still want a normal life, full of smoke and little beauty. I can be happy with the sun and with the wild flowers on the roadside.
“Down”?
Chen suddenly panics in my ear.
She kneeled on my side, crying and crying, and her voice was painful and sad.
I wanted to lift my hand and wipe away her tears, but finally, only the force moved her finger.
Forget it. I’m really tired.
Too bad I didn’t get a hot pot.
Strange. Is it snowing?
How can I see the twilight of the river in its long black feathers standing in a dark light?
What’s he doing?
Oh, remember, he’s like I proposed.
I laughed at him.
Just this once, I turned him down.
Then the snow stopped and the world went into darkness.
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I’m sorry.
The forest is my light.
And she was very happy in that small, dark orphanage.
But I’m not.
I’m sick of it, of the sympathy, scorn, curiosity that comes out after hearing the word “orphanage” and of the desire to be taken away from my role, to be humbled, to do the most painful, toiling work and to be humiliated.
I want to stand high enough to shine.
So, the chance came, and I left the forest behind.
Reality teaches me that feelings are not a necessity.
The most important is the interest.
So even if I still love her, I let her go when she’s a drag.
I fought with her on purpose, I was with Zhou Coco, and I listened to the company’s programme, I clipped the recordings and poured all the dirty water on her.
Because I am convinced that she has always been optimistic and gentle and that she will not destroy me.
When she was in high school, a girl tried to take revenge for her, but she said that it was useless to waste her emotions on negative energy, that hatred and disgust were just a waste of energy, that time was better than to spend time with someone she liked and do something she liked.
Until now, she has.
So, I’m sure she wouldn’t care.
Big deal. When I become capital, I’ll make it up to her.
She’ll be fine.
But in the end, these knives hit me hard.
I called her crazy, she didn’t answer.
Called the dean and found out that Lin had gone to the orphanage a few days before and then took her blacked out.
My heart sank slowly, and I got a bad feeling about it, and I started to call her more crazy.
Who knows, she didn’t pick up a single one for three days.
Are you going to kill yourself?
I went through this thinking and kept consoling myself — no, she wouldn’t, but she couldn’t help but report it to the police.
The police asked me about her, and I hesitated and said, “She is my wife. I’m sorry.
But who knows, hot search first found her.
She was closed to her eyes and lying on her bed, which was thinner than when she last met at the entrance to the Civil Administration.
I haven’t looked back in that moment for a long time, but the world is still.
Comment number one. Why did she have cancer?
What do you mean? Is that what I saw? Why didn’t she tell me she had cancer?
I don’t know.
I’ve had a lot of memories flashing through my head and remembering that day when she called me in a tremor tone.
Shit! I’m sorry.
I can’t hear the assistant calling me.
At the same time, the police called me and told me about her recent consumption records, including graves, orphanages and hospitals.
Really?
The phone slipped on the ground and the screen was crushed.
I ran out of everything.
At this moment, I just want to see her.
When I went to the hospital, I always thought that the picture was fake, probably from a bad press PS, and maybe even from her.
Yeah, she’s getting back at me, so she’s making a scene and trying to make me feel guilty.
Definitely.
Must be.
I don’t know.
Then I saw her by the bed.
She’s so weak, it’s like she’ll be out in the next second.
I didn’t ask you, “Lin Ting, you’re not sick, are you? I’m sorry.
Who knows, she’s just a little laughter: “Cancer late, dying.” I’m sorry.
At that moment, I felt a string in my head broken.
The shock made it hard for me to breathe. She was all over her head. She was crying when she first came to kindergarten. She was so cute that she asked me to wash her hair. She looked like she was asking me the title.
Shit, it’s her. My past is her. Shit!
I went crazy, and when I looked back, the room was in ruins, and I was on my knees begging for her and being dragged away by the security guard, watching her go further and further away.
This moment I realized how ridiculous I was.
I started beating her up and making her soup and preparing her for food.
I took Zhou Coco blacked out, and I pushed it all away. The assistant and the company called one after the other, and I hung up from scratch to the woods.
She’s still like that, laughing at the nurses from time to time, listening to the doctor’s heavy tone would be comforting.
Who is it?
What have I done?
At this moment, I even hope she can hit me, scold me, avenge me, denigrate me.
But she didn’t do anything but hate me.
But it’s okay, it’s one of the manifestations of disgust, it’s okay, I’ll keep her safe, it’s okay.
And Lin wanted to go somewhere, and I did not hear her, but she said, “No, do not cast a shadow on the passengers and the stewardess.”
At this moment, I finally remembered why I made that wish. – To stand higher, to protect her, to shine, to give her a better life.
But why, forget?
Why have I forgotten?
Pain and regret have caused me a pain in my head and my heart has been strangling by the grotesque scene of fame.
Why would I give up such a good forest for that?
I’ve already made that statement.
I know, I ruined it.
But it’s okay, she’ll come back and she’ll forgive me.
As a result, Lin Ting saw it, and it was flat.
She’s just wrinkled and doesn’t seem to understand why I have to turn back now that I have chosen my future.
At this moment, I watched her look out of her eyes and became desperate.
She really, totally doesn’t care about me. She thinks I’m just an ordinary stranger.
And the day after that, it was as if it had been before.
I give her pills every day, regular water, three meals a day.
She also complains that she can’t eat spicy.
But I’m the only one who knows that she will never do anything to me in a hard time, and she’s not interested in anything else.
She really dropped it.
And I realized again how much I loved her…
But it’s okay, even if she doesn’t love me, I’ll love her.
Discharges followed, not only by cooperating parties, but also by reimbursing companies for large defaults.
I sold all the houses and stuff and couldn’t fill hundreds of millions of holes.
Whatever.
But I care where Lin wants to fly.
Finally, the doctor was indisposed and told me that he wanted to go to the H-town to see the sea.
I’m silent.
That’s what I promised her when I proposed.
Eight years of marriage, not even a wedding.
There was no money, no time, and now…
I slapped myself hard, sat in the stairs and smoked two packs of cigarettes before I called Sister Chan.
She cried on the other side of the phone and couldn’t even call me.
I’m just finding out that she’s starting to struggle.
Not long ago, the forest fell back into the ICT.
I know. We’re running out of time. We gotta hurry.
I don’t know.
When I bought a puff, I felt lucky, because his tea puff was bad money and sometimes sold out at noon.
But when I came back to the orphanage and heard the bitter cries, I realized that it was not good.
When they entered, they saw the forest sitting in a wheelchair with a thin blanket and a small tweak of their mouths, as if they were sleeping in peace.
It’s just the chest, not the slightest rise.
I jumped over her and found out she was really dead, not even waiting for me.
I don’t know.
But it’s okay, I’ll go do it for her.
I knew she didn’t want to see me. She bought the same cemetery as far away from her.
I was lying in bed, looking out the window.
Somehow it snowed.
First snow.
The day I came up with her proposal, it was snow.
She was wearing a long white puff, and her nose was frozen red, and she smiled, but it was as beautiful as it was.
I smiled, and my mind got dazed.
The bottle slipped from the hand.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
