"Wake up. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The professor said softly, "What you just experienced is illusory, don't be in any more pain. ”

Yang Hai looked around in a panic, swallowed his saliva, and asked tremblingly, "This...... Is this what you're capable of? ”

"Yes, Nightmare, that's what I'm capable of......" The professor replied casually, a playful smile flashing through his eyes.

"That'...... Can you control these dreams? Yang Hai paused, looking at the professor almost with pleading eyes.

"Of course you can ......"

"I want to go to my seventh birthday, I have a regret, I want to find something!" Yang Hai, who got the answer, eagerly interrupted the professor.

"As you wish, ma'am." The professor waved his hand slightly, and Yang Hai fell into that strange state again.

…………

It's clear, everything around it becomes clear. Yang Hai looked around excitedly, and then quickly ran towards the study.

She moved a stool to put at her feet, and took down a book, an anonymous book, from the last layer of the shelf......

She stroked the pages lightly, and the piece of paper between the pages was clearly visible.

She jumped off the stool and trembled and turned the tattered piece of paper upside down.

To whom it may concern,

It wasn't easy to write this letter, it seemed like the act of the faint of heart, but my whole world had collapsed and there was nothing left to be nostalgic about. The only thing that can provide some protection to my three children, Yang Miao, Yang Hai and Yang Sen, is my insurance money. If possible, try to keep my wife out of the money, she's been fooling around with the men in her work circle, and it's because of these people that my family is broken, even though I've struggled to keep it happy.

It's a shameful story – even though I love my children with all my heart, she tries to keep them from enjoying the joy of marriage in order to continue her career. Here's the fact: I tried to marry her several times before my first child was born (because she always blamed me for impregnating her on my first date). However, she kept making excuses to pass the buck. I introduced her to my family and told them she was my wife. So, when the child is born, I plan to move to a smaller city to live, get married, and give the child a legal birth certificate. How much I loved my little son at that time......

Later, she found a reason – "some acquaintances might see the marriage box on our ID card" and so on – and then the first girl was born. For the first two weeks, we were worried about whether he would survive, but God was with us and now she is not only well, but also healthy.

However, I took it as a warning and asked for marriage again. In the same way, she had other excuses, and her life was completely different - alcoholism, frequent slipping out of the house, at an inopportune time! In that case, it was not safe for the children to be with her. She had beaten the child more than once, not just with the palm of her hand – I had to use violence to stop her from whipping the child. It's not just the palm of your hand! I have to use violence! Forbidden her to whip a child with violence!

Believe me, my life is like hell. This misfortune has also affected my work – I know that if I continue like this, I will kill her – and I will separate from him once and for all! How could I fall in love with such a woman!

But she then begged me to be patient and we sent the child to a good childcare centre. So she said she could go back to working in nightclubs and theaters.

We returned to our home. After the birth of her third child, she hired a baby mother to take care of them, and she vowed never to fool around with guests again, so I asked her to go back to singing – but she was hospitalized with stage 1 hepatitis because of her heavy drinking and miscellaneous illnesses. She barely recovered – she continued to be cared for by doctors for weeks after she was discharged from the hospital. When she returned home, she said that her doctor told her that she could go back to work because of the family's expenses, and that the occasional cocktail would not have any effect on her health.

I disagreed with her, but without my approval, she went back to work in that ghost place. At that time, I also decided to work in the mountains of New York for a few weeks, and we had never been separated from each other before. Of course, at the time, I didn't know that the people she was dating were pimps, loan sharks, and underground financiers – people who were for her the embodiment of a colorful life. When I came home, I saw the clothes she had bought—like the sex toys used by prostitutes—some weird stuff! From then on, it was like I was living in purgatory.

She continued to drink heavily and was taken to the hospital for surgery. However, because her liver disease was too severe to operate, she spent several weeks in the hospital. So I had to come back late at night so that I could see her during the day and see my lovely children, who were planning to break up the family so that she could start a new life.

On the day of the surgery, the effect of the anesthetic had not worn off after the operation, and she thought I was another man, and her condition continued to get worse and worse endlessly—I tried to tell her that I was there for her (she was in the ward), but she still didn't seem to be awake. She began to brag about how she had played with me like a client for years—and I never mentioned it to her afterwards, all for the sake of the child.

I fell to my knees in pain that night and prayed to the gods and confessed to her that I thought we could start over. However, as I said earlier, she and I were just playing hide and seek. She even told my family that she was divorcing me; In fact, we're not married at all! How ridiculous is that!

She would disappear every once in a while for a day or three, and I couldn't face life and the life these kids were going to face in the future—I had tried before, but failed. This time, though, I hope to succeed. In order to protect my children, I had to endure the pain of living with her, and I would rather atone for my sins with God Almighty. The final request was to contact other agencies to protect my child. Pray that God will have mercy on my soul.

Yang lin

Yang Hai was stunned by her father's suicide note, and she read it over and over again, trying to doubt its authenticity. But the more she reads, the more she wants to know. She never thought it would be like this...... (To be continued.) )