Extra - Wang Min
My name is Wang Min, I am 84 years old. I have been feeling weak recently and don’t want to move. I lay in bed but couldn’t sleep all night long. I finally squinted for a while, and all I saw were messy dreams.
After waking up, I felt even more unhappy.
Surrounded by a huge sense of loss or depression.
My grandchildren and great-grandchildren came back to see me. I touched the children's heads and looked at their young faces, but I felt a little dazed.
Familiar and strange.
In the evening, my son Song An called me and said that he and Song Zhe had discussed staying home for a while to keep me company. I was happy in my heart, but I said not to delay their work.
Song An was stunned for a while, "Mom, I retired last year."
It dawned on me.
Oh, yes.
Both sons are retired and have a lot of time. They once said they would take me on a trip, but I smiled and refused. I am already a lot older, why would I go out? If I die outside, how will I find my way home? How can I find my old man?
hang up the phone.
I sat in the living room for a long time, and Sister Li reminded me that it was time to take a rest.
Speaking of which, my life has been really comfortable.
When she was young, she was raised by an old man. When the old man died, her two sons wanted to take her over to live with her. The two children, both of whom had particularly good tempers, quarreled several times over this. In the end, she did not agree, saying that she was used to living here. I don't want to move.
She lives here.
She will die here.
She's not going anywhere!
When I went to bed at night, I dreamed again as expected.
This time I woke up from the dream and did not forget the content of the dream.
Yes. Before
I dreamed about Xiaokang, and I dreamed that Xiaokang was crying and asking me why the operation was cancelled.
well-off
Yes, Xiaokang was once my son, my precious son. I only cared about him in my heart. The slightest trouble with him would affect my heart.
I worry about him and love him, but no one else has to stay behind.
But, he is not actually my son.
That was a mistake, a disgusting mistake!
He asked me why I wanted to cancel the operation. I thought about it, oh, by the way, it was the old man. The old man had a car accident while driving. He has always been superstitious and thought the meaning was bad, so he went to the temple to burn incense, okay? No, the operation was cancelled? But I clearly remember that the journey was smooth. Nothing happened all the way to the hospital. Song An cried and begged me and the old man. He knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing.
What happened next?
It's been so long that I can't remember it clearly.
Song An, I have never seen him again after that time, he is so alive.
He was lying on a white bed with his eyes closed. There was a long scar on his abdomen. His forehead was blue, but he would never cry or laugh again.
laugh?
Song An, did he ever laugh?
Why can't I remember his smile at all?
No, this must be fake.
Song An cute smiled, especially when the old man was still there, he came back every now and then. Although he was obviously engaged in research, he especially liked to help in the old man's small supermarket, and he always smiled when he saw everyone.
Drowsily, I fell asleep again.
In a dream.
I saw Song An die, I saw Song Kang recognized by the Zhao family, and I also saw Zhao He, who looked exactly like Song An and was cold and insensitive. That was my other son who grew up in the Zhao family.
Xiaokang went back.
But his destination seems to have been forgotten by everyone, as if it was subconsciously blurred.
leave? Leave?
He was in an extremely awkward position.
I, I don’t know what happened, I just looked at it coldly. The old man was even more indifferent than me. He said that after the child is well in the Zhao family, he might be able to take charge of the Zhao family. What is he doing here? He is coming back to inherit his small supermarket. A grocer?
I am speechless.
In fact, I agree with what the old man said from the bottom of my heart.
Then, what happened next? Oh, the child died.
Dead again.
He was lying on the white bed, his face covered with white cloth. I slowly pulled him away with trembling hands, and he closed his eyes tightly. At that moment, I was pulled back to a few years ago, when Song An was just like him.
No.
He is Song An.
Song An, died again.
Song An, have you ever died?
I'm completely crazy.
At the end of the dream, Song Kang stood in the darkness with a pale face, red tears streaming from his eyes, and he rushed toward me ferociously.
I can't breathe.
I thought, I'm going to die.
Extra - Song Kang
I thought, this time, I was really going to die.
The doctor has given an ultimatum. If he can't find a suitable Yaoji again,
But, where can I find it?
My biological mother gave me one a few years ago, but now she can't keep it alive. Hers is broken and I can't use it.
As for my domineering father, hey, he has not come home for a long time.
No one knows in which country or gentle village he fell asleep in a moonlight nest.
Three years ago, my grandfather died of a sudden illness.
I didn't win against my father.
But he is indeed not the type to keep the country. Within three years of taking the company into his hands, it had shrunk by half. The furnishings at home had lost their luster, like old objects. My mother cursed me and grandpa at home every day. He scolded his father and the Song family.
She is getting older.
It was obviously the first time I saw her. She has fair skin, delicate appearance, and a girlish sweetness between her eyebrows. There is not a single wrinkle on her face. It has only been a few years since she became astonishingly thin, and her eyelids drooped. Like a poisonous snake.
Her nails haven't been done in a long time.
Her bag is still the same style as the year before.
She no longer goes out with the ladies to do face shopping, and she will complain that she is losing money.
I know what she means.
But I don't care, I don't care anymore.
My life is coming to an end and I can no longer care about others.
I found someone.
I know it's useless to ask my adoptive mother for help now. Even if she wanted to help me, she couldn't.
So, I found someone.
He is the kind of person who is at the end of his rope and can no longer live happily.
I promised him a huge amount of money, and I needed him to help me create an accident. As long as it succeeds, I can survive.
A few more years will give you a few more years to live. Let’s live a few more years first.
There is hope only when people are alive.
With the Zhao family's financial backing, I don't believe I can find a suitable Yao Ji.
But he failed.
He killed himself.
Song An and Song Zhe are all fine.
When the police rang my doorbell and appeared in front of me, I knew everything I had done was exposed.
I'm at a loss.
Why is this happening?
I just want to live. I don’t want to live in a dark tombstone at a young age. Am I wrong?
Until I felt a cold touch on my wrist, I suddenly woke up.
I struggled and resisted wildly.
As for my biological mother, she stood on the high stairs laughing loudly, looking crazy.
I know, I'm done.
