I was tricked the most by my own father.
Have you tried to write to the deceased?
I tried to give it to my father, and then I watched the word “the other side is entering” on the micro-letter.
This happened in my high school.
I live in a small town in the south. Mom died in childbirth. My dad said she was holding me as hard as she could, and there was no one left.
Until I was ten years old, my father cried at me with his eyes red when he drank. I’m sorry.
Dad’s the worst person I’ve ever seen.
The primary school is more than a dozen miles away. Every day, my dad rides the “two-eight bars” to send me to school.
Following the river, there were three major pits along the road.
Every time I go through the pit, I’m back there and cheer, “One, two, three! I’m sorry.
Three times the car upside down, the school’s big door opens.
One time, I’ll be back there as usual. One, two, no problem.
When I shouted three, my voice was high, my dad got excited and stood up and stomped twice.
It’s like a ruma.
The car’s gone, people left.
I fell in the pit, fell blindfolded, and watched my father go away with his car, and the smoke disappeared.
After a while, I realized he probably wouldn’t come back.
I’m just gonna sit there and wait.
This is one of the last regrets I’ve made in my life.
About half an hour later, there was a crowd of people.
Headed by my dad, he pushed the car, saw me three steps and jumped in the car two steps.
I know all the people behind me, my class teacher and my class, and I’m just messing around.
I’m sitting in the pit and staring. The only thought is…
I can’t just fall off my head!
It was only later that he became aware that he had gone to school and had his right leg swept down and found no one in the back seat.
He’s not in a hurry.
Because, once before, he got out of the car and swept me into the grass.
There’s nobody in the bush.
He immediately rushed into the classroom to launch the entire class and to “search and rescue” me.
As a result, my classmates surrounded my class and watched my dad and the headmaster pull me out of the pit like a carrot.
After this, I’m a celebrity at school.
Now there’s a word that tells me exactly what I was in for that time, called “social death.”
From then on, there was a crack between our father and our son.
This dad is embarrassing me. I want to stay away from him.
One night in senior year, he started bragging at me about a project he had to send to Kuala Lumpur.
With his prestige at the factory, just apply for permission to go.
When he finished his test, he asked me: “Do you think I should apply?” I’m sorry.
Go ahead.
I’ve been thinking about what I want, what I want to eat, what I want to play at any point…
Then I thought back to this scene, and I felt that he should be disappointed to hear my answer.
Because he hasn’t spoken since the meal ended.
He wanted me to leave him, but I didn’t.
This is the last decision I’ve made in my life.
He got me a national phone from my cousin who worked in Shenzhen to get in touch with me.
We didn’t really get in touch. I believe that the people around me are having fun.
Then one day, a beautiful girl named “Gorgeous Girl” with a good friend.
I quickly passed, greeted, served.
She seems to know me.
“Who are you?”
“I’m your old man! I’m sorry.
I can’t talk to you!
I have a 60-second voice over to teach her how to do people.
After a while, she returned a voice.
It’s my dad with a little accent.
“I’m really your old man. I’m sorry.
“Hey, I’m afraid if you don’t pass through your best friend, you’ll end up with a pretty girl like you.” I’m sorry.
I looked at a pretty girl’s head and I looked through my licking dog chat record, and it was cold and never answered.
But I can’t stop him from sending the message without answering.
He seems to have taken my tweets as a diary, so report to me as soon as possible.
It’s not a good day for foreign foods, it’s a long day’s work, and it’s a good day to report to me every day.
“Go home tomorrow and bring you something.” I’m sorry.
But he lied. He didn’t come back.
It was Dad’s first time lying to me.
The next morning, Grandma came from the village and told me something.
Yesterday, an aircraft took off from the international airport and crashed in the vicinity of the airport three minutes later, killing all the people on board.
Dad’s on this plane.
I think it’s kind of crazy.
“Where are they? I’m sorry.
Then, I didn’t do anything all day, just staring at the Twitter dialogue.
No response.
I didn’t say where I went today.
The darker the sky outside the window, the bigger the shadow in the corner of my heart, so big that it covered me, I couldn’t breathe.
You can’t fool yourself.
Dad never answers my messages in seconds.
I stood up and turned around, and I saw the “Stick-A-Wind.”
I can’t stop crying.
I don’t remember what happened in the next few days, but then I found a way to be a little bit comforted by my dad’s e-mail chat.
For example, today’s food in the cafeteria is so bad, it’s been a long day, and I’ve been playing with my friends and I’ve told him nothing.
Just like he did to me before.
I’m not going back to him before, and now he’s not going back to me. Isn’t that fair?
Then one night, because I’d forgotten something. It’s not a big deal, it’s gonna feel bad. I can’t hold on.
I’ll text my father, “Why don’t I go find you?” I’m sorry.
The screen suddenly moved and the note name “Daddy” suddenly became “The other side is entering…”
I can’t breathe.
But suddenly it’s “Daddy.”
I don’t know if I’m hallucinating, so I’ll just wait.
And suddenly again, “The other side is entering…”
It must be true, not that I was mistaken.
My heart’s beating in my throat.
There’s nothing there.
I’ve had a test of sex: “Dad, what’s going on?” I’m sorry.
There’s nothing there.
What’s going on?
I talked to Grandma about it the next day at breakfast. She’s calm, saying I must have been mistaken.
My dad’s supposed to be on the plane with him. He’s supposed to be a part now.
I can’t believe it. Can I see it twice?
So I started looking at my phone and I couldn’t help but take it out.
No change has ever been seen.
And I wondered if there were other people who somehow landed on my dad’s Twitter.
And I immediately sent another message, “Can you log in my father’s tweet? Who are you?”
There was no response.
There’s no words, and there’s no loud sound from my dad.
“I’m your old man! I’m sorry.
And when I started to believe Grandma, something happened.
There’s a bunch of punks in town, and I see them walking far away.
I was thinking about Dad that day, and I walked away and it was too late.
I put a bunch of them in the alley.
I didn’t wait for the lead, so I paid my grandma for my snack this morning.
The leader is satisfied with my attitude, and he has to turn around.
I don’t know who’s been talking about me.
The first time I heard it, my hand came out.
No, this is what my dad left me. Maybe he’ll come back!
I can’t say anything.
Get up and search my pocket. I’m working on it.
The lead shot me in the head, and I was white.
The only thought I had was that my cell phone could never be robbed, and I was so hot that I pushed the lead.
That stabbing the bee’s nest.
Get him!
There was a crowd coming over, like it was suddenly dark.
I think it’s over, but it’s good to go to my dad.
I don’t know where a piece of dirt brick came from and fell on the lead back.
The leader yelled at something and looked around for bricks.
And at this point, I saw my dad coming this way through the sew, far away.
This picture, along with the picture that I fell in the pit when he pushed the cart to bring people in, overlapped.
Dad, I won’t be ashamed of myself anymore.
I was rejuvenated with blood, and I ran out of the crowd.
Runnin’ around and findin’ it’s not my dad. It’s Uncle Cheung. Uncle Zhang was a police officer in the town police station. My father was close to him.
He looked like my dad.
I didn’t stop, ran to Uncle Zhang and cried so hard with the head of the car. Dad was about to get out of the way, so I swallowed it.
The little punks saw him, and they broke up.
Uncle Zhang took me home all the way through the three pits on my way to school.
Over a pit I cried once.
Uncle Zhang didn’t say anything. When I finished crying, I had trouble finding him.
I said thank you for the brick.
A brick? What brick? He’s confused.
I did it myself when he was so far away from me, in the right direction, he couldn’t have thrown it.
Then who threw it?
I thought I’d go home and see my neighbor’s dog crouching around the road. He’s already 30 years old, but he’s got a problem with birth control. He’s a three-year-old.
When I passed, he didn’t have a head or a tail. Uncle is my father because he’s in line, and he’s called Uncle.
I’m standing there, crouching down and asking him what’s going on.
Uncle just came from there. He reached out, and I came back, and he gave me a sugar. I’m sorry.
He pulled a sugar out of his pocket, covered in mud, and all the letters on the sugar paper were in English.
“Where did he go?” I asked.
“Anan, don’t listen to him! I’m sorry.
I turned back, and the mother of the dog, Liu, cried out and dragged him to his house.
I pushed the door open with an unrealistic illusion, and it was still empty.
At night, I wrote to my dad about the day. I said, “Dad, if you did this, just admit it.” Your brick was pretty handsome, really.
There’s nothing going on over there.
I’m getting a little hot. If you’re okay, get out! Why are you always avoiding people?
No more “the other side is entering…”
The next day, I asked my father for a phone call from his roommate in Kuala Lumpur. I called an international trip and asked him to confirm it locally.
What’s wrong with my dad?
He hasn’t called me back for days.
During this period, Grandma fell and had to undergo surgery in hospital.
I was busy, school, hospital, home, running.
When I remembered, I hadn’t written to Dad for days.
I was sitting next to Grandma’s bed, pulling out my phone and typing, and suddenly I thought of a plan.
Dad’s a famous filial son. If he’s still alive, he’ll come to visit Grandma.
I’ll just hide in the dark and wait for the rabbit.
Thinking about it, I am a little exaggerating my grandmother’s condition, and I have a message sent.
When I’m done, I’ll tell Grandma I’ll go home and do my homework.
I walked out of the hospital with a bag of books and went to a residential building across the street.
The second floor has a very clear view of the hospital ‘ s inside and out.
I’m standing on the aisle, and I’m watching the situation across the street on the back of the Hongmen dinner in the language books.
It’s time to kill Liu Bang.
There’s nobody across.
When the bill comes in.
Get in a nurse.
Until Liu Bang escaped.
There was a flash of shadow across the hospital door. It’s late. The shadow is not clear.
But I’m too familiar to be mistaken.
That’s Dad!
I’m going down the stairs, across the street, up the stairs.
The last one at the end of the hall, Grandma’s room, Dad walked in.
It’s not wrong. It’s not wrong!
This time, I won’t lose you again.
I ran over and almost hit a patient with a hanger.
I ran to the door and pushed the door in.
Grandma leans on the bed and looks at the phone. There’s no one in the room but her.
Dad’s gone.
I asked Grandma, did you see anyone coming in? Grandma shook her head and saw me come in alone.
What the hell is going on?
Am I wrong again?
I closed my eyes and put the picture over my head.
Dad’s side shadow, flashing through, entering the ward.
I must have been right.
How did you get into the door and suddenly disappear?
Didn’t Dad come back, but not in a living way?
The hospital corridor was dark, the room was bright and there was a sunset.
I hear ghosts don’t see the sun.
That’s when the phone came. That’s my dad’s workmate.
He told me that the ZN501 passenger plane crashed and that my father’s name was actually among the passengers. The local consulate also issued a death certificate.
Anyway, my dad’s really gone.
I’m a little upset.
Grandma asked me what was going on and I couldn’t bear it.
Grandma thought about it and said she’d have to show it to her.
She’s a fortune teller in town.
He was said to have been approached by the village of Ten Mile Eight, and had been built on a fortune-teller.
Grandma brought a basket of dirt eggs and took me with her.
As a person with nine years of compulsory education, I will believe in doubt, but I cannot help but be a little curious.
After that, I was a little disappointed, just a little flat by the river.
There were a few people at the door and there were patients inside. We lined up and went in.
The house is dark, and there’s a giant foal next to it. An old lady sits in the bedroom, dry, thin, dazzling, and looks a little fucked up.
We came in and he didn’t talk. Grandma put the eggs aside and sat down and told her about us.
The princess asked us what we wanted to ask.
Grandma showed me. I told you, I saw my dad the other day, and I was wondering if that was him.
She made a cup of tea, opened a wooden box next to it, took a white envelope from it, and gave it a letterpaper and a pen.
She said it’s on paper if you want to say anything. Your dad can get it.
I took the pen and wrote, “Dad, did I see you at the hospital?” I’m sorry.
I fold it up and put it in the envelope. This is the kind of top-opened envelope used to write cards.
Grandma gave me a bottle of glue. I carefully sealed the envelope and put it on the table.
The princess noded her head and observed the curse in her mouth.
Later, she opened her eyes and took out a little scissors and put them on the envelope.
“Check it up. I’m sorry.
What else is in there besides my note?
I cut the side of the envelope and take out the note that’s inside.
“It’s me.”
It’s Dad’s handwriting.
After so long, he finally returned my message.
I didn’t want to let go with this note, and then I regretted asking him more questions.
Can I talk to him? I dare ask the lady.
The mother-in-law took a breath, nod her head.
It’s too much. She needs to get ready.
Later, I assumed that it might be like sending a tweet, which is not a flow of text, and I’m in a bit of trouble now.
After a while, a young man greeted us in the room and said the master was ready.
I looked at Grandma and she pushed me and said you’d go and say what you wanted to say to your father.
Say anything, don’t hold it.
I went in alone, and there was fireworks, and I coughed a few times.
There’s a spice in the house. I’ve got a soft mattress on my side, and Wang’s leg is sitting across from the incense.
I was surprised. Why is his head so big?
Look, he’s wearing a mask, sort of like a wooden face mask.
I sat down on the mat, staring at the princess.
After a few minutes of waiting, I was embarrassed, so I cleared my throat and asked, “Who are you?” I’m sorry.
“I’m your old man! I’m sorry.
It’s my dad with a little accent.
I can’t stop my tears.
Let’s just sit and talk.
Talk about my childhood, talk about my father’s childhood, talk about my mother, talk about my father’s pursuit…
We’ve been talking like we’re done talking about everything we’ve been talking about.
Remember, we’ve never talked so well.
“I owe you a daughter-in-law,” I said to my father, “or I’ll find you one, you pick one.” I’m sorry.
I’m pointing at the paper man next to you.
Get out! I’m sorry.
We laughed, silenced.
Dad said, “Don’t come back anymore. I’ll take care of Grandma.” I’m sorry.
I suddenly realized that at dinner that night, he said he could now apply for a job.
When he finished his test, he asked me: “Do you think I should apply?” I’m sorry.
“Can I not go?” I came out.
It’s been a long silence across from the oven.
I didn’t want to embarrass him, but I said, “Can I keep sending you a message?” I’m sorry.
“Yes. I’m sorry.
“Can you see it when you send it? I’m sorry.
“Maybe. But I’m not going back to you. I’m sorry.
“All right, that’s enough. I’m sorry.
I walked out with my dad’s note and started over.
“I write to Dad almost every day. I’m sorry.
“Daddy, Grandma’s operation went well. I took her out of the hospital. I’m sorry.
“Today’s Games, I’ve taken the lead on the sprint. I feel like you’re sneaking around, don’t you? I’m sorry.
“I’m about to go to the exam. If you’re there, you can help me with the answers. Come and tell me. I’ll take that as a yes.
“It’s over. Even without your help, I did a good job! I’m sorry.
“Customs are here today. Take me to a very delicious beef noodles. I’ll film it for you. I’m sorry.
“It’s almost New Year. The road at the door was fixed, flat, and the signpost changed. I don’t think you’ll know it. I’m sorry.
“I’m going to college tomorrow. I’m just a little worried about Grandma, but she said she’d be here in a few days. You don’t have to worry. I’m sorry.
“There’s a girl in the class. I’m a little hesitant to pursue. What do you say? That means you can’t go back, you can’t go back. I’m sorry.
“I shouldn’t have listened to you… she had a boyfriend. How do you expect me to be in class for four years? I’m sorry.
“Grandma’s in bad shape. I’m on leave. Go home tomorrow. Right, this time it’s not a lie. I’m sorry.
“At 4:10 p.m. Grandma left at the hospital. Go to you. You let me take good care of Grandma before you go, and now you take good care of her. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
That’s it. I’ve been texting Dad.
It seems that he was not entirely absent at an important moment in my life.
He didn’t lie, never came back to me, never “the other side is entering…”
Then I talked to a friend about the whole thing.
When I finished talking, I felt his face was wrong, and I asked him to say he was fine.
There must be a problem. I asked him repeatedly, and he said that the letter and the conversation which the mother had shown me could be done with the usual magic techniques. This technique is often used to deceive fortune-tellers.
Let’s start with the letter. The way is simple. Everyone can do it.
That envelope is not an ordinary envelope. It’s a double.
I put the note I wrote in one of the layers and I sealed the envelope. That’s when Wang gave me scissors to cut the letter. So I naturally cut the narrow side of the envelope and took out my dad’s “Return.”
That’s because I cut another layer of envelope. The so-called “reciprocation” was also prepared for inclusion.
My friend, afraid I didn’t understand, showed it on the spot. It was the same thing as the old lady did.
I’m a little stupid. Am I being fooled?
What’s with my dad’s voice?
Friends guess the problem is in that mask. In short, that mask is more like a bluetooth soundbox, so it can be heard, but it’s like the old lady said.
A lot of so-called spiritual possessions use this trick.
I thought about it, the sound was shaking, and I asked my friends, “It was my dad’s, and my dad’s voice was talking to me. I’m sorry.
“If you’re right, is it true that my dad was there and I was actually talking to my dad? I’m sorry.
Nod by friends.
I crashed.
My hands were shaking, my cell phone was pulled out, my dad was tweeting, and I sent a message, “Dad, are you still there? I’m sorry.
No response.
Back home in the car, I thought back and forth.
I can’t figure out why Dad did this.
He was still alive.
He was alive when I sent him a tweet.
He was alive when I was stuck in an alley by a punk.
He was alive when I told his grandma she was sick.
He was alive when I went to see the fortune teller.
Then why won’t he come out and see me?
I don’t know.
I wonder why all the evidence shows that he’s dead.
It’s a different place.
Don’t say Dad. I don’t know him.
I found Wang’s house with my memory and wanted to know what was going on.
But her family told me she died two years ago.
The trail was interrupted.
I was disappointed to travel all the way home.
The three major pits on the way to school were all filled.
I’m trying to figure out where I’m going.
One, two, three.
The door to the old house is out.
Everything has changed. Only the neighbor’s big dog is still crouching on the road.
When he saw me, he smiled. ” Uncle’s back! I’m sorry.
As I moved, I crouched down and handed him a piece of sugar and asked, “Did Uncle go home?” I’m sorry.
Zhao took sugar and laughed at me, “Thank you, Uncle!” I’m sorry.
I’m dumb and I’m laughing. After all these years, I look like my dad.
He mistook me for a father.
Go back to the door, hold the key, I hesitate.
If you push the door, Dad’s already packed the house in order, tied the apron and made a hot table waiting for me to come home.
If I don’t open the door, there’s always a possibility, isn’t there?
But I pushed the door.
The house is empty.
I lived in the old house for a few days, thinking about how to handle this house.
It was finally decided to sell the house.
It’s full of memories, but there’s no one left.
After that, I contacted the town’s real estate agent. In the middle, it’s a big deal. Finally.
I packed up and turned out a lot of pictures with Dad.
Pack up. Pack up the boxes. I’ll make a final farewell to this house.
A mailman knocked on the door and said he had a letter for me.
I wonder why someone wrote to my home address.
I got the letter, I looked.
It’s Dad’s handwriting.
I’m shaking my hand and tearing it open.
Son, this letter came from ten years ago. Ten years, I think you should totally accept it. Then why don’t you tell you about it so you don’t keep thinking about it.
I’m writing to you right now in the hospital room.
Maybe you’ve figured it out. I didn’t die in the plane crash. Because I wasn’t even on that plane.
When I was working in Kuala Lumpur, I had a medical examination. When the medical report came out, the doctor told me to go to the hospital, and it was confirmed that the pancreas cancer was very late. The doctor advised me to go home as soon as possible. The treatment’s not working.
I have about three months left.
So I bought a ticket home and I’ll see you before I die. But God made a big joke about me. I was in a coma after the check.
It’s been the third day since I woke up. It was then that I learned that the plane had crashed in a few minutes and that everyone on board had died.
I can’t believe I’m avoiding death because of something that’s gonna kill me sooner or later. It’s ridiculous to think. It is even more absurd, however, that staff have placed my name on the death list.
When I came home alive, you thought I was dead.
I was home by then, waiting with your grandmother. Listen to her how you spent your days in grief. My heart is slit.
But now I’m okay, I’m safe.
At that point, I received your tweets, and you complained to me about the food in the canteen being so bad, and about physics you didn’t understand…
Look, I hesitated. You’ve already accepted my departure.
You’ve spent so much energy, so much effort to accept my death.
Should I let you go through my death again in three months?
Am I going to make you look at me a little thin, skin and bone and lie in bed like a skull?
How hard are you going to get through this?
For all the sons, it’s enough for Dad to die once.
I made a decision to disappear in your life, like a dead man.
I asked your grandmother to do this for me. She didn’t understand at first, but I can’t help but plead again.
Almost right before you came home, I ran away from home.
Then I live like a ghost.
You don’t know, I’m actually in town, renting a room on the other side of the river and living alone in it. I’ll remember to cover my face when I’m out so I don’t meet anyone I know.
I saw the message you sent me that night and you said you couldn’t make it.
My heart scratches, and I immediately typed a text and stopped before pressing the sending key. I forgot I was a dead man now.
So I deleted the entire text.
But I can’t trust you.
Ever since you fell off a car when you were a kid, you never let me take you to school again. But you can’t control me now. I’ve been far away from you every day, sending you to school and school.
I look at you from afar, walk with you, make sure you don’t find out. We walked through those three pits together and saw you go to school and I left. Everything seems to be back when you were little.
That day, you were surrounded by a bunch of punks, and I was watching behind the wall, and I couldn’t help it.
I kind of regretted that decision. And if your father were to live in the light, he could stand before you and protect you from such humiliation.
I lost a brick to that little punk and I was going to jump in and get you out.
Fortunately, Chang passed here and you were saved.
When I left, I accidentally recognized Zhao and Auntie Liu. I had to explain the situation briefly and ask them to help me keep it a secret.
In order to avoid such a thing again, I went to Chang to ask him to take care of you and not to tell me that I’m still alive.
Thanks to them, the job of keeping secrets is good.
If you read this letter, you’ll visit them. Where you don’t know, there are a lot of people who help you quietly.
But I’m a little down on you, and I can’t believe I lied to you!
Seeing your grandmother in the hospital, I am in a hurry, and it’s over. I knew right away after I met your grandma.
Fortunately I reacted quickly and hid under the bed. Hey hey, it’s your old man.
But I’m scared of you too. I don’t think it’s going to last forever. This has to end, and I have something to say to you. So we went to Wang’s mother to help, and we colluded with her to cheat you.
Well? Isn’t it a shock to see your dad?
After all this, you’ve finally stopped. I read every day what you wrote me and read every one of them. They’re my best painkillers when I can’t sleep at night.
Listen to your grandma. Tomorrow at school, you report a sprint. You must want me to cheer you up. Just like when I was a kid, every time I ride through a pit, you’d cheer me up in the back seat.
But Dad can’t go. He can’t do it now. Pain often brings me to a half-aware state. Yesterday I dreamt of your mother.
I said I was going to see her soon, but she was angry. Before she left, she held you, let me take care of you, and I didn’t.
But you don’t have to worry about us fighting. When I get over it, I’ll give her a good time.
I wrote this letter while I still had the strength to send it to the express delivery company and sent it home in 10 years. I don’t know if you can get it.
I must have been with your mother by then.
You should have grown up to be able to accept it.
You should have graduated by then. Maybe you already have a girlfriend.
I can still imagine you in 10 years’ time.
Sorry, I can’t walk you any further.
How are you, son?
After I read the letter, I picked up the phone and sent a message to Dad:
Dad, I’m fine. Record number: YX11dznvr5v
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
