What’s the worst thing you’ve ever seen?
When I was 30 years old, I had the worst behavior with a 67-year-old.
I said I could give him a son, and he was moved to make a will that would show me the house after he died.
It was a perfect “good plan” but I didn’t expect to steal a chicken without eating rice!
That night, the Fong closed its doors and the light went out, and I washed out and screamed.
The old man came out of nowhere and he held me tight: “Oh, little Chang, don’t be afraid, it’s me. I’m sorry.
I ran into my bedroom naked, and the old man came in and threw me down, and I cried and struggled.
“O Chang, my knees are not so good… you play softly, my waist hurts! Oh, don’t cry… get married, I’ll marry you all right.
I closed my eyes and stopped fighting.
At the end of the day, the old man was ashamed of himself, not knowing whether it was because of the rush of time or because he was too mean.
He will never know that I pulled the switch, and this long-planned sleep started when the old man was staring at my ass.
I said I was going to give Fong a son, and the Fong was moved to write me a will immediately, saying that after a hundred years, the house belonged to me, and that that unchallenged daughter, Xiao Fong, only thought about it.
Unfortunately, Fong died the second month.
He fell on the ground without moving, with his eyes wide open and his hands dead and his white vest.
He arrived for a first aid to the old Fong and announced his death: he died as he had not taken high blood pressure pills on time and had poor control of high blood pressure, resulting in an aortic trap and sudden death.
I mentioned the heart of my voice, and it went down slowly and quietly.
Fong jumped at me as soon as he entered the door, and he couldn’t stop me. She yelled at me: “Did you kill my father, you dirty bastard?” He’ll run away from the hospital as soon as he gets a little windy! How can you not take your pills? I’m sorry.
When I asked the police, I told them all about my relationship with the old man: “The old man wanted me to give him a son.” He’s afraid he’ll stop all the pills because they’re not good for sperm.”
“Fuck you! My dad’s almost 70 to have a son with you? I’m going to have to spit in my mouth.
The police handed over the will in the evidence bag to her: “This is a will from your father’s drawer, and there’s nothing wrong with your father’s handwriting and fingerprints, which means that your father died and she can inherit your father’s house.” I’m sorry.
Little Fong eyeballs are staring at them, and they look at them from the beginning to the end, and they laugh at them, and they pull out another will from the bag: “Look at this, Officer. My dad’s babysitting copy was written on March 8, and this was written on March 10, and it was legal from a legal point of view. I’m sorry.
I’m tearing my head up. Unbelievable.
Fong, this old dog, has two wills!
“I thought I’d get a 4 million-dollar house by sleeping with my dad.” The old man’s playing with you, he’s saving your salary! I’m sorry.
She threw all my things out of her head while directing the locksmith to change the locks and calling with joy: “My husband, my father’s chicken thief, lied to the stupid nanny in a will and called me to justice.” We’re gonna have to buy our dad a good cemetery, have a big party, get paid for the renovation and get out of here! I’m sorry.
I looked at Fong, and I had to go up and stab her, but I had to drag her in a snake-skin pocket and walk away like a dog, and I looked out at the dusk and had a stupid dream.
Fong was right. I killed Fong.
I heard that drug use affects the quality of a man’s sperm, replacing the powder in his capsule with VC powder, but I didn’t think it would kill him. I thought the house was in hand, but I thought he had left his hands behind and I was expelled from the house without a salary.
You can’t steal rice!
Scared?
A little.
When the old Fong’s body fell on the floor, I was scared to break the milk cup. I knew the old Fong would die, but I didn’t expect it so soon.
I don’t know if Fong can have a son, but I can’t. My ex-husband left me because I couldn’t have a baby.
“I hate to treat me like an asshole, and I don’t want to take advantage of the old man. I can’t keep being bullied, can I? I looked up to her and laughed at her.
Of course, she can’t give me an answer because she’s been lying in bed for five years, unable to move at all under her neck, a pair of heavy eyeballs with cataracts, but half a metre away from her eyes and ears are not working well, just trying to prove that she’s alive.
She’s 80 years old, and if she doesn’t fall down the stairs, she’s a tough old lady.
She gave birth to three sons, each of them of interest, but neither the old mother nor herself. It’s not good to say that a daughter-in-law has a second child, that the house is too small to live in, that the elderly have a little old-age dementia, that the old woman has an odd personality…
She was kicked and kicked by her sons in a civilized manner and finally taken to a nursing home.
Mother-in-law ate her meals at a nursing home and got hit by a car when she went home. The boys and the nursing home had a year of legal action and had a quarter of a million compensation to take care of her.
My monthly salary of 3,500 plus 1,500 extras, and my mother-in-law’s living alone in her apartment. A three-year-old house, where Mrs. Qi raised three sons alone and ended up walking around with my nanny back.
I like her, she talks, she doesn’t move, she eats whatever I want, she says whatever she wants, she looks at me, and she smiles.
I fed her, wiped, peed, bathed, sunbathed… This big house is just for us.
Grandma liked to listen to the play, I liked to watch the drama, and we sat together on the couch for an hour, and it was fair.
At first, I woke up at seven o’clock, and then I found out that I had no one to worry about. Because she can’t talk, she can’t say “aah” at best, and the boys are here, and sometimes she doesn’t have the strength, and I get more comfortable.
Wake up, wash up, drink milk, eat eggs, so it’s only slow to get to Grandma’s room, woo-hoo and tell the old lady “7 o’clock”, and I lied to her at 7.
I called a pot of water, ripped off her diapers, turned her back, performed a simple massage, prevented the scabies, helped her sit on the head of the bed, put her on the back with her hand in her hand and put her down.
And when this was done, half an hour passed, she was fed half a glass of warm water and entrails, and the fruits that I had eaten were cut into tiny pieces into her mouth, and she cried, “Chi!”
1,500 for living, I ate most, and Mrs. Zilong couldn’t fit much.
She lost a line of dentures because she could not fit new dentures, and I had to crush the staple food and feed it into her mouth.
She eats like a child, and I have to be so close, I have to exaggerate: “O mother-in-law, eat!” Come on, open your mouth.
When she turned her eyes, I knew she heard it, and then she put a spoon on her lips, and she pressed it gently, and her mouth opened a stitch, and I put soft rice in it.
Chew, come on, chew… Yeah, just blink your eyes if you want water. * I can’t help but raise my voice *
When she meets something she doesn’t like, she closes her mouth and looks at me, and I have to be patient with her. “Bama, you have to eat vegetables. You can’t shit without them. You can’t just eat a rake. You can’t digest your stomach! I’m sorry.
Mother-in-law can easily constipate, but she is not at the point where she needs an intubation to feed her. If she has difficulty with defecation, I have to fill her with sluice and gloves to treat her with particles like goat dung.
I’ll put the wheelchair by the window after dinner and let her get the sun. In order to prevent her from falling in a precarious state of gravity, she was bound to a wheelchair with a wide cloth. Once I saw the TV and thought of it, my mother-in-law was burned in the sun…
Man, it’s nice not to talk.
I sunned her, drowned her, starved her… as long as there was no visible trauma, no one knew.
I watched her sit quietly in a wheelchair and sometimes slap her in the face.
It’s so loud. It’s so nice.
Pop! I’m sorry.
I slap her in the back and her head goes back.
When bored, I beat her in the face, and I swayed around watching her skinny ash head.
No other reason. I’m just bored.
I like my mother-in-law, like an ugly doll when I was a kid, with straw, hairy, heartless, lifeless.
Sometimes I turn my head and I see tears in her eyes, and I will comfort her with her hand: “Don’t be afraid, I am with you.” It’s not like that. You have a son. I don’t give a shit. I’m doing this shit to save more money. I won’t let you suffer. I lost my mom when I was 16. I kissed you like my mom. Women suffer in this life. To marry a man is a sin, to give birth to a child, and to be old is a sin. I’m sorry.
She was staring at me, and she was scared.
I know she’s afraid of me, and I like that she can be afraid of me, and it’s a gift, not to mention an old woman who can’t speak, who lives because of my care. Without me, she’d be a piece of shit. I really liked her and wanted to serve her till she died.
If I hadn’t met Yang Suh-chun, maybe my life would have gone on like this.
The young man in his early 20s knocked on his face and opened the door: “Hello, sister, we’re from the charisma studio, we’re doing a day’s work, and we’re doing a hairdressing for free. I’m sorry.
The young man is tall and white, he has big eyes, like the dawn I love. I opened the door and let him in.
He cut her hair first, cut her off, cut her ears down and bleed, and he looked up in a panic, and I looked away and pretended not to see her.
At the end of the day, he baptized my hair, massaged my hair, cut my hair, lost my hand, but his voice was soft: “You’re so good to your mother, and now there are elderly people who can’t move, and you’re taking care of them. I’m sorry.
He stopped calling me sister. He called my sister like an ignorant brother.
I left my mother-in-law and laughed, “I had a good relationship with my mother. I’m sorry.
“You two live in this big house. Are you married? You look better in your hair. “The hands of Yang Ri-chun were stuck around my neck, lying down in my ear, whispering in my ear, and I felt nothing but a heat flowing from my feet, burning my heart out.
The words came out of my throat without passing through my brain: “My mother was just one of my daughters, and she didn’t marry, and she sent my mother away to think about herself. I’m sorry.
Yang Shuchun looked at me in the mirror, and I looked at him, and two people were staring in the mirror, and he said, “You look good, sister.” I’m sorry.
His voice was like the eye of a fountain of water that was pouring out of it, and the silent water began to drown me.
A lie is like a web. Once it starts, it has to go on and on.
Yang Suh-chun and a group of barber apprentices rented in Room 103, and he ran upstairs when he had nothing to do with it, brought me some hair-protector or oil gift, and cut Qi’s mother-in-law’s hair in the middle of the day, like he cut his hair and said it was the most popular French sea this year.
I just started keeping him for dinner, after all, cutting his hair without paying.
While he was there, I was as gentle to her as my real daughter, and I tied her up with a cloth, and occasionally she fell on her head, and Yang Suh-chun reacted faster than I did, and immediately jumped over her, as if we had not seen her tears and laughed.
When the dishes were washed, Yang Suh-chun held my hand: “You’re good at cooking, sister, it’s a blessing who married you. I’m sorry.
I look at the mother-in-law who fell half of her body on the sofa, and I look at Yang Suh-chun and laughs in shame. Such a perfect family.
The ecstasy soup of Yang Rue-chun is pouring out more than a day, and he kisses me like a hero in an idolic play, boasting of my youth, of my beauty, of my body, and of my grace. Never before did that man exaggerate me, and I love Yang Rue-chun.
He made me know what a man should look like in bed, and he explored me to praise and to understand that what happened between men and women was not rude and gross, but with love and beauty of love.
I was 30 years old and I fell in love with him like I was a vegetarian and suddenly opened up a monk. And We asked him to come up with me, to cook for him, to sleep with him, and to learn from the women of those little films, to please him without dignity. I begged him to keep saying sweet words to me, like an idiot who’s got zero points all the time and suddenly finds out it’s the wrong paper of life. It’s not my fault.
I’m so tired of eating and bathing my mother-in-law. I left her in bed with her shit in her diapers for two or three days. I’m crying and laughing in love.
I’m bored again.
I threw my mother-in-law in the tub, bathed her over and over again, and I called Yang Suh-chun and he hung up.
And I put heavy powder on her, covered her cheeks, covered her with red lips, and showed her the same face in the mirror. Yang Suh-chun still doesn’t answer his phone. My tears washed my face out of two ditches, as did my mother-in-law.
I put on the music and pushed her to dance in the house, and she was tied up with a strip and she had to hang around for the first time. Yang Suh-chun says he’s taking me to Poddie. I need to practice.
I held my mother-in-law’s hands up, and the music was ringing, and I was like a future in which I had no hope, and I didn’t know if Yang Suh-chun drove me crazy or whether I was a madman in my bones.
I cried for a long time, and Yang Rui-chun finally came, and he asked me to push my mother-in-law into the room and then complain while smoking.
He was poor, he had no money, his mother was sick, his sister was still in college, his hairdresser apprentice had no salary, his friends introduced him to work at a club, he had plenty of rich women, and he was prepared to sacrifice love and color for his mother and sister.
He said, “I love you, sister, but I need money. I’m sorry.
And I lay in his arms, and Wept his chest, and Wept it, and Wept it, and Wept it, and told him, “Do not be a duck; I am rich.” I’m sorry.
As soon as he heard that, he lost a cigarette, turned over his body, and held my face in love: “Sir, I can’t be so incompetent to be with rich women, I want to be with you forever. I’m sorry.
This night, Yang Shu-chun did everything he could to please me. I didn’t care that she was next door, screamed, we made the living room from the bedroom and fought in the bathroom.
Yang Suh-chun’s mouth-to-mouthed me, and the rock and roll in the house was so loud, that all I had in my head was to get out of my head, to be suppressed for too long, to be as humble as a chicken I was, and I was completely mad at this man.
After Yang Si-chun left, the house was a mess, full of cigarettes and bottles.
I turned off the loud sound, sat on the couch, covered my face, and cried out of nowhere.
I walked into her room and she was dying in bed.
I lifted up the covers, wetted the bedding, stenched my face and shook her, “Mom! Ma! I’m sorry.
She breathed, opened her eyes and looked at me.
I stung my nose and slapped myself so hard that I was not a man: “Mom, forgive me. I’ll clean you up soon. Mom, don’t be angry. I’m sorry.
She blinked, and I took her up to the bathroom, but the day and night of depravity had emptyed my body, and I stepped on a bottle and both fell.
She rolled around on the floor, lying on the ground, staring at her eyes, screaming softly in her mouth, and then losing her voice.
I sprained my ankle and called Yang Suh-chun in a hurry.
I didn’t dare to move my mother-in-law to the bedroom and toss her stinking bed into the washing machine and toss the garbage with my feet sore, and I dragged her into the tub when Yang Shu-chun was asleep.
“Your mother stinks. I can’t hire a nanny. “Yan Suh-chun’s nose.” Your mother’s inconvenient. I’m sorry.
I tried to warm myself in the tub, to avoid a place full of scabs and rubbing her wrinkled body.
I don’t know where she fell, I don’t see any external injuries or bleeding, but I just know that one day I’ll be so old, so ugly, so helpless and let me drown in shit. I don’t have children, I don’t have money, I can’t afford a nanny, I’m just gonna die in silence.
Today, even my old-age pension is spent, and men like me are destined for nothing.
I asked Yang Rui-chun to take her back to her clean bed and change her clothes.
She’s not dead, she’s weak and probably just passed out.
I looked up at the door, and I looked down on Yang’s face, and I wanted to say something.
I ran through the phone with electric shocks. Grandma’s second son was on a business trip, came by here for an hour, was ready to come and see his mother, was already at the door, so let me get the door.
When I couldn’t think of holding Yang Si-chun’s arm without saying anything, putting him in the closet, and adjusting my breath to open the door, I had a humble smile on my face.
“How is the earth wet?” I’m sorry.
“The lady just fell asleep and I took a break to drag the floor. “I put up with the pain of my feet and tried to make myself look a little more peaceful.
“Mom, I came to see you.” Sister Cheung, why is my mother thin? How’s she eating lately? I’m sorry.
“It’s still a little constipation, and I’m afraid to feed more meat because she’s indigestion, and she’s eating more vegetables and fruit lately, and try to lighten her diet. Every step I take is like walking on the edge of a knife, and I have to hold the wall quietly with my hand, and I do not dare to push on my ankle.
He opened the covers, cleaned the bed cleanly, opened her mouth, moved her eyes and opened her eyes slowly.
“Yo, Mom, did I wake you up? I’m sorry.
The mother-in-law groaned from her throat, wrinkled, and couldn’t say anything but look at her son and shed two tears.
“Why is my mother crying? “The cock is crying.
“You haven’t seen her in a long time. Grandma’s happy. “I’m in a cold sweat and I’m still smiling, and I wipe away my mother’s tears with a towel.
She stares at me, her nostrils close, and she looks at his dick, and her throat rolls, and she says nothing.
“What’s my mom saying? You listen? “The cock’s face is anxious.
I came to my mother-in-law’s mouth, and I looked at my penis, and I made it up.
“Mom, I know you can’t move, but you know everything.” Mom, I have a plane to catch. I’ll see you next time. I’m sorry.
Zhang, everything is yours. My mom’s got something to say about calling me first. “I’ve got 300 bucks in my dick, a finger rubbing on my skin and a smile. I know he’s worried about the house. The husband’s house is worth $8.9 million.
With a smile on her head, she took a photo and sent a circle of friends: no matter how mature a man may always be a child in the eyes of his mother.
Just after the circle of friends, the penis immediately took off as if it had accomplished an impossible task.
Close the door, I was paralyzed, my whole back was wet by cold sweat, I took a few breaths, stood up against the wall and slowly moved into her room.
Pop! “A loud slap hits me and falls on the floor.
“You said you were an old lady’s daughter. Why is his son calling you Sister Zhang? No wonder I hired a nanny. You look different. You’re a fucking nanny. Fuck you! You’re faster than I am! I’m sorry.
I kneel down on the ground, and my tears fell madly, and I wanted to pull his hand and explain something, and he threw my hand away with aversion: “What a rich woman! I thought you were rich!” I should’ve been a duck! You’re such a jerk. You slept with a nanny for so long. I’m sorry.
“You said you loved me and you said you wanted to marry me and I spent all my money on you.”
“Shut up and look in the mirror at what you’re doing. You’ve got a stink in your nails! Your tens of thousands is not as much as my brother’s having a meal with rich women! I knew you were a nanny. I’d rather sleep with that old lady.
“Pop…”
By the time I came back, I was standing in the corner of Yang Rui-chun’s coat and slapped him in the face.
Yang Shui-chun snapped, grabbed my hair, hit me in the face, hit me in the air, grabbed me in my collar and dragged me all the way to the tub, opened the head and let cold water spray on my face.
“How dare you lie to me like this and sleep with me”
He put my head in the tub and cursed, “Dang to hell! I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
By the time I woke up, Yang Rui-chun had run away, and I struggled to rise from the wet ground and hurt my whole body.
I looked on the ground for a long time before I touched my own fake eyeballs, and the woman in the mirror looked like a one-eyed chicken, and the left eye of a black hole made her look like a helpless water ghost.
I put fake eyes in my eyes, dressed, dryed my hair, moved to her bed, gently touched her white hair, “Mom.”
Too much acting. I can’t tell the truth from the truth. She’s like I lost my mother when I was 16.
“Mom, you see, that’s what men do, even your son. The boss didn’t have time to look at you last time his family came here. The first thing that comes in tonight is to take pictures and send a circle of friends showing how filial you are, but still thinking about your money. Old Man came in a couple of times before, looking for valuables at home, and he suspects that you left his father’s antiques to his brother’s dick … You see, you worked hard to bring three older sons, and finally you didn’t have nothing to lose. I put a brand-new pillowcase on my pillow and looked at my mother-in-law, filled with anger and grief.
She felt something in advance, staring at her eyes, squeaking her throat, breathing rough breath and moving her head slowly.
I couldn’t bear to look at her face again, weeping, gently covering her face with a pillow, and her mother-in-law seemed to be pushing, her head was tilted and the pillow was shaking.
“Aah aah aah she stares at me, opens her mouth, can’t breathe.”
“Mom, I’m leaving. Don’t count on any son. You’re a burden to them. I can’t leave you alone to suffer. You’re alive. I’m doing you a favor. * I bit my teeth, put my pillow on her face, sat on her ass, she seemed moving, she didn’t seem. *
And I sat on a pavilion, crying, and I cried, “Didn’t the old man lie to me about sleeping, and I lied to the young? I don’t have any face here, Ma. I have to take you! I’m sorry.
I wonder how long it took to sit down and see the sun just a little bit falling out of the window, and the red sun looks like the head that was cut off.
I moved my body in a stiff, paralysing by the bed.
The pillow has been completely deformed, like a dead cloth, wrapped around the head of the mother-in-law.
I panicked. I took my pillow.
Her eyes were wide open, her mouth was wide open because she could not breathe, tears and mouth dried up on her face, and she had the shape of despair on her pillow when she was dying.
I wept with her, I wondered whether I was regretful or free, and I shook her body and cried to pieces.
I kneel by my bed, slap myself in the face, and call myself not a man, a beast… At this moment, it’s like when I was 16 years old, my mom and Grandma overlapped.
That year, my mother fell off the cliff and the village doctor said she couldn’t save her, so I sent her to the town to try.
I didn’t have the money to send my mother to the city for treatment, and she was in too much pain, and she broke her back, as if she was crying pain with all her life.
I did my homework in the screams, and I don’t have any money to read to my family next year. I fed her, she fell into a bowl, danced with chopsticks, accidentally in my eyes.
I was sore and sad, I couldn’t move the chopsticks, and I had my face covered in blood.
“O pup, let me die, it hurts so much that my mother fell out of bed and crawled out with her bloody body, and I knew she wanted to jump, and every time she wanted to die, she cried to jump.
I pushed the bike and sent Mom to the river and I fainted.
When I woke up, the village doctor pulled chopsticks and said my eyeballs were pierced. When my mother was picked up, she had a smile on her face.
I held my mother-in-law’s hand and told her the secret that if she were alive, it would be better to die.
I am convinced that I am not wrong, that I am helping my mother-in-law and that she will forgive me for that.
I took the pillowcase off and washed it all into the toilet with scissors, and put the pillow under her head again, wiped out the dirt on her face, and put my hand on her eyelids —
I can’t look her in the eye, I know it’s Qi’s death.
But she couldn’t keep her mouth shut and looked into it with a big mouth, and the throat of a black hole was like a road to hell: black, no end.
And I gave her the horns, and the tears came out again, and it seemed as though a hole had been poured through her chest, and the wind came back from my chest, and the wind cried, and I knew that, after today, a part of me had died with her.
That night, Yang Suh-chun smoked on the roof, fell accidentally and fell on the concrete floor.
This night, like death’s party, slowly opened the curtain.
The next morning I called my brother-in-law and said she couldn’t do it. I didn’t know if she had returned the light last night.
I called the boss and cried and reported last night when she died.
In the afternoon, the three sons finally arrived, watching the mother-in-law in peace and quiet in bed, giving me $1,000 to wash her body and change her life clothes.
My grief is so real that no one is suspicious of me.
It’s too painful and pointless for me to change my wife’s clothes while I’m talking to her so that she can leave, so that she can be born early and stop being a mother in the next life.
I’m not afraid of her body, except her ribs. I’m just worried that someone will put a life jacket on me the day she dies. I’ve imagined the way she died so many times that I thought I’d live seven years and 80 years.
The three brothers spent a long time in the living room and occasionally heard a few arguments about the house, all of which ended up in calm when the funeral home staff arrived.
The body of her mother-in-law was taken directly to the funeral home, where she cremated a funeral service.
It was only three days this month and the three brothers paid me a full month’s wages and sent me away.
I looked at the picture on the phone and laughed…
After sending her away, I put my mother-in-law’s head around her like a dick, and I smiled.
I’m always in the picture.
My courage grew, and I began to take care of the distraught elderly, whose sons and daughters gave money and whose lives were in my hands.
There is an unwritten rule for caring for the elderly: if not for one month, the elderly will pay for one month if they die. It’s called “honey.”
So I chose to kill at the beginning of the month.
No, it’s not killing. It’s sending people on the road.
It is long overdue for the elderly, who have lost their dignity and mobility, to live as a burden on the generations to come, and even if it is not clear to them, I know that their faces are filled with impatience, but they often have to cope with the death of their parents.
Almost every human being who hears the news of an old man’s death is not crying and sad, but long… long, long relief.
They don’t care at all about the cause of death of the elderly, they just give me a “sweety change” and then quickly inform the funeral home that the bodies are towed away, like a expensive piece of garbage, and they are tossed into ashes in a high-temperature incinerator.
Life is worthless, just a waste of money.
Gradually, I suspected that the children had invited me to the house just to send away the elderly who had long been dying. My pension money is slowly being saved.
One time on the road, I met Yang Suh-chun with the hand of a woman of my age, who was naive in her words. I laughed. Yang Suh-chun looked at me like shit he couldn’t avoid.
I took a closer look at the wrong person, but a young man like Yang Suh-chun.
That night, Yang Shuchun was pushed downstairs by me. I put him on the roof, said I could give him money and beg him not to break up. Yang Suh-chun promised to smoke and stare at my bag and say sweet words to me.
I hear tears all over my face and I’m moved.
I’m done. I’m going to take him down with a bag. I like to watch a cop movie.
The butt of smoke in his hand was like a shooting star in the darkness, and as he cried, he fell into the hard concrete floor.
The only love I have ever had in my life is like a rotten haze, not as beautiful as it is, but as long as I’ve never seen it before.
I’m getting more and more skilled, doing it for a month, and I’ll do it when I see it. The older ones, who can move a little bit, will also decline under my care.
My money, in days.
My time, it’s like the euphemism of His Lordship.
The following August, I took a list to take care of an elderly man in bed.
She had only one daughter who had become a family, and the children were in school, and no one could care for the elderly but left their children in the old house.
I’ve heard so many excuses that I say, “No one is easy, no old man wants to drag his children ” , but I’m laughing inside, and you people are saying that you want to die early and you can live easy.
“I installed a camera at home just in case. I think I heard that, and I don’t think I did.
I picked the first five, and I’m ready to take the old lady on the road.
I put a new pillowcase on the old lady’s face, and I sat on it calmly.
I talked to the old lady while I was fanning. I forgot everything. It’s just my life, my mother and father, who died so long ago, I was deceived by men, I had no one left, and I was doomed to nothing.
We let her go on her journey, and there is nothing to remember from these children, but to die and be born again.
When I did everything, and I was able to organize the scene, and when I blew my whistle, the police and the old lady’s daughter broke into the house, and overthrowed me to the ground.
I was unable to move with my hands cut off by the police, and I died on the wet ground, staring blindly at those who came in.
The police took pictures of the testimony, and the old lady’s daughter gave the video to the police, and she came up and beat me and asked me, “Are you or are you not human?” An old man who can’t move, how can you kill her?
The police stopped her and told her not to get excited. I’ll be punished by law.
I was shocked: “Didn’t you invite me to send your mother?” I’m sorry.
She slapped me in the face, “You bastard! I want my mother to live 100 years! I’m sorry.
She was crying with the old lady’s body and she was dying.
I looked at her crying, and I couldn’t tell if it was true.
“What’s wrong with me?” I’m not the one you hired to kill? Why else don’t you kids come once for a month or two? Why are you so relieved with the death of an old man? Isn’t that a professional rule … If you don’t want to serve an old man, you’ll find a dead chicken nanny … Isn’t that a default? I’m sorry.
The old lady’s daughter screamed and jumped over her head, asking me to pay for her mother’s death: “You heartless beast! My mom raised me all by herself and gave me college. My husband is dead, and she’s worried that I’m taking my kids and taking care of her, sneaking into a nursing home and not living with me… and she wouldn’t have come back if it wasn’t for paralysis! When my daughter starts school, I can take my mom home… Our two mothers have been on their own, and my mother has promised me to live to the age of 100, and I haven’t taken her on a trip, and she’s been talking about seeing Tiananmen for a long time and you give my mother back to me.”
I let her grab my hair and slap me in the face.
It was the combined efforts of the two police officers that pulled her out of mourning and, before being separated, bit her on my arm like a sad beast.
I look at the bodies of the old ladies, and I look at the women who cry and tear their hearts apart.
The old lady’s bed was full of photos of her and her daughter, from the baby to the grown-up, and the child grew up a little bit, and her hair was white. Time is so cold, my mother’s so white if she’s alive. Suddenly, I couldn’t remember my mom.
Did I really choose the wrong person this time? The old lady shouldn’t have been to Beijing.
I took out my cell phone in my pocket and tried to delete my picture with the old lady.
He turned over a picture with a scary look on his face, and the old lady’s daughter and another cop came over –
Me and 20 older people, face-to-face, head-to-head, in-person photos.
I smiled like flowers, and they closed their eyes.
I’m like a true filial son and son, setting the time of murder at the last moment of their lives.
What’s the worst thing you’ve ever seen? – The tea in the coffee cup.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
