After a good night's sleep, I slept until dawn.

Maybe the clue that appeared last night can only be called a clue, then this clue will be the answer today.

I got up, washed up, made breakfast, and did it like a robot, knowing that I needed physical strength to cope with the shock.

While eating, I heard the sound of the door closing, a man and a woman muttering downstairs, it should be the scourge of Sister Zhang and her family, after all, something good still happened, I smiled secretly.

It was already past nine o'clock in the morning after washing the dishes, I took a deep breath and picked up my mobile phone and dialed the 'belly' number.

'Belly' is Wu Tan's small hair, the person who notified me of Wu Tan's accident and death.

'Belly' is called Du Zhi, because his little nephew also learned to call him Du Zhi in the tone of adults, and the two-year-old child was a little naughty, so he called Du Zhi 'belly', and gradually adults began to learn children, and the nickname 'belly' was also called.

Soon the phone was connected, and I heard the sound of my stomach as if I hadn't woken up yet, and I was a little surprised to hear my voice.

Stomach has been doing the job of a delivery man, and it is said that he should have gone to work at this time, and he has not woken up yet, which is somewhat suspicious.

I asked him why he hadn't gotten up yet, didn't he go to work?

Hearing that he was a little impatient, I went straight to the point.

"Belly, Wu Tan is back. I tried to keep my tone as calm as I could, and immediately listened with bated breath, even with the barely audible gasp of my stomach.

"Damn, what are you talking about in your dreams early in the morning......?

I knew the ruffian nature of my stomach, and I also had too deep a deep understanding of his 'dirty' exit, so I still kept silent, and I listened to my stomach and tongue curling to stop the conversation, and scolded again.

"Holy, what a hell!"

I laughed when I heard him say this, but laughed so much that I panicked. My stomach was a little flustered when I laughed strangely, and my breathing began to become heavy.

"Damn, sorry, what the hell is going on in your head? You just forget about that forgetful calf and live well, stop thinking about it and tossing around......"

After my stomach finished speaking, I was busy trying to pick up the phone, and I yelled violently.

"Give me the contact information of that forgotten calf!"

I know that 'belly' is the same as my stomach, no matter how many tricks I eat, in the end it will only come out of. It looks like it can hold things, but it's actually a manure machine. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to export so smoothly.

On the other end of the phone, my stomach yelled at me and called 'grandma'.

"It's not...... Since you are so sure that Lao Wu is back, where do you see him, where can you go to find him, and call me a fart?"

After saying that, he hung up the phone with a hard stomach.

My ears were filled with busy sounds after the phone was hung up, and I kept my hand holding the phone for a long time, and I was so stubborn that I didn't want to change......

Through the conversation with my stomach, I can already kill all my previous obscenities.

My hands trembled like chaff, and I tried my best to barely send three words to my stomach, why?

Everything seemed to stand still, I held my phone in both hands, my eyes almost on the phone screen, I looked forward to the discovery of my stomach conscience, and prayed that I was wrong. I hope that my stomach will reply immediately, and I hope that he will never reply. It was as if I had found a knife for myself, and the more it hurt, the more I had to cut it again, in order to prove that I was still alive.

I couldn't stand the torture and went crazy and kept calling my stomach. But my stomach refused to answer my phone again, and it wasn't until the other end of the phone came a chime that "the user you are calling has been turned off" that I stopped in despair, watching the phone screen go from bright to black in despair.

Suddenly, my phone lit up and a text message came from my stomach.

Because I was too nervous, I was so shocked that I almost dropped my phone to the ground, and I moved it back and forth several times before I held the phone steady, clicked on the text message and looked at it, just a simple six words, he is upstairs in your house.

Five thunderbolts shook the ground. The bullet jam of a death row prisoner before his execution is nothing more than that. Cold sweat continued to flow down my sideburns and the tip of my nose, and I had no strength in my body, and my phone slammed on the floor, and I sat down on the ground with a slump and only felt that the world was spinning, and my head was tilted back against the edge of the bed unsupportably, and I stared at the ceiling above my head in disbelief, and suddenly realized that goodbye was really coming. It was torn apart from the past like a skin, and the blood was dripping with blood and blurred.

Thinking that he was still alive but he was really dead, tears came out of his eyes......

All good things will be lost, where do I go from here?

…………

It gradually became dark outside the window, and it became a sea, and my heart was drowned in this sea.

I was dazed and tried to sit up, only to realize that my body had completely froze after a long freeze. I moved tentatively, but I couldn't move except for a slight movement of my left arm.

The only way to save myself is to do this, and I have been working hard for a long time. Let the left arm slowly move under the back of the head, lift the head from the bed little by little, and then use the left hand to grasp the wrist of the right hand and shake it back and forth so that the right hand can regain sensation. The whole process was full of hardships, but I didn't feel sad at all, I just felt that I deserved it, or deserved it.

The sour taste made me moan intermittently, feeling that the little energy I had accumulated before had long since disappeared, but another light-hearted feeling filled my body, like the light of the beginning of a serious illness.

I still have hope because I'm alive.

The realizations that have been living alone for many years have finally come in handy. Another friend of mine, a friend who would never part with me—I came to cheer me on myself, and she was my strong back.

I started asking myself questions, but luckily there was no one else in the room, otherwise he or she would have thought I was crazy.

Hate him?

Hate, hate to death!

But he's not dead, do you still hate it?

…… I don't know, maybe ...... But I'm sure I'm angry.

Angry? Why be angry? He's alive, isn't that good?

Well...... yes, he's alive, he's not dead. However, why is he not like those film and television dramas, he was seriously injured, frustrated and couldn't find me, and then when he remembered that the person he loved was me, he had to do his best to return to me? Why did he do this? Why did he do this to me? It's all a lie, doesn't he feel sorry for me?

Why should he feel sorry for you? He is the one you love the most, and of course he will love himself for you. Isn't it that everything doesn't come according to your wishes, and you start to get angry, and start hating? Isn't it every night that you lose him, thinking about how good it would be if he lived? Even if you don't know each other from now on, even if you hate each other, as long as he lives! Is it because of life and death, because of deception, because everything is not going well, that you start to hate him instead of loving him? Do you love him? From the beginning to the present, do you love yourself more, and would rather he really die than be hurt by your love?

I was dumbfounded......

Well, I can go and ask him, be sure to ask.

What to ask?

Ask...... Ask him if he ever loved me, ask him why he did this to me......?

Isn't everything in front of you the answer?

I...... Me, why do you talk so much?

I don't want to go on with this boring Q&A. It happened that my body was also a lot more active, so I stood up, tears and sweat accumulated in my sideburns flowed down my cheeks, I wiped it with my hand, and by the way, I picked up the mobile phone lying on the floor and fell apart and reinstalled it, and lifted the power button.

Seeing that the phone screen lit up, I threw my phone on the bed. My eyes were dry and swollen uncomfortably, I turned on the light and wanted to go to the kitchen to wash my face, but as soon as I turned on the light, my eyes stinged so much that I had to quickly turn off the light and go into the kitchen in the dark.

After washing my face, I went to the refrigerator to find ice cubes and put them on my eyes, but my eyes were still uncomfortable.

I went back to the room with an ice pack in my hand and groped for my mobile phone, and then I went to the table to find a small mirror with the light of my mobile phone, squinted and turned the mobile phone screen to low brightness, held the mirror in one hand and the mobile phone in the other, and took a diagonal look at my eyes. As soon as I saw my eyes clearly, I was so frightened that my mother skimmed off the mirror, and as soon as I dropped my hand, the phone fell to the ground and fell apart. I finally understood what blood and tears were.

It seems that the blood-soaked eyes are full of scarlet, and even the tears that have not dried up in front of the eyeballs are dyed blood-red, and the red and swollen eye sockets are embedded in the same pale and puffy face, which looks even more blood-red and hideous.

I don't know who this person is, let her go away. I patted my chest and comforted myself, and my stomach screamed in fright.

When my eyes were a little better, I went to the kitchen to cook some dumplings that had been wrapped in the refrigerator and frozen. It's not that I'm embarrassed for myself, it's really because of the habit of feeling full only when I'm hungry.

I thought I would be so sad that I couldn't eat the dumplings, but I ended up eating more than usual, and I actually cooked them twice before I was full.

I silently despise myself in my heart. It should be 'I can't swallow the jade grains and choke on the throat', how can this be? Why should I be born with a cheap life, not a love species. But yes, this is not a jade grain of gold, how can I choke? Hey, the right is to turn grief and anger into food.

After eating, my body began to warm up, and my physical strength also recovered, and I felt young for the first time.

When everything was ready, I came to the door and lay down on the cat's eye, looking up like a woman who was not returning......