Extra-Wang Min

My name is Wang Min, I am 84 years old this year, I have been feeling weak recently, I don't want to move, I lie in bed but I can't sleep all night, I finally squint for a while, all of them are messy dreams.

When I woke up, I felt even more upset.

I was treated with a huge sense of loss. Or rather frustration.

The grandchildren came back with their great-grandchildren to see me, and I touched the children's heads and looked at their immature little faces, but I was in a trance.

Familiar and unfamiliar.

In the evening, my son Song An called me and said that he was discussing with Song Zhe to go home and stay for a while and accompany me, I was happy, but I said don't delay their work.

Song An was stunned for a while, "Mom, I retired last year." ”

It dawned on me.

Oh yes.

My two sons are retired, and they have a lot of time, and they once said that they would take me on a trip, but I smiled and refused, I am a lot older, what else do I go out for, if I die outside, how can I find my way home, how can I find my old man.

Hang up.

I sat in the living room for a long time, and Sister Li reminded me that it was time to rest.

Speaking of which, I have had a really comfortable life in this life.

When she was young, she was raised by an old man, and when the old man died, her two sons wanted to take her over to live together, so the two children with a very good temper quarreled several times, and finally she didn't agree, saying that she was used to living here and didn't want to move.

That's where she lives.

She died right here.

She's not going anywhere!

I went to bed at night, and unsurprisingly dreamed again.

This time I woke up from the dream, and I didn't forget the contents of the dream.

Be. Before

I dreamed of Xiaokang, and I dreamed that Xiaokang cried and asked me why the operation was canceled.

Off

Yes, Xiaokang was my son, my precious son, I only care about him in my heart, and he touches my heart when he is a little troubled.

I worry about him, I love him, and everyone has to stand behind.

But he's not really my son.

That's a mistake, a disgusting mistake!

He asked me why I wanted to cancel that operation, and I thought, oh, by the way, it's the old man, the old man had a car accident with his car, and he has always been superstitious, and he thinks the meaning is not good, so he went to the temple to burn incense. No, the surgery was cancelled? But I clearly remember that the journey was very smooth, the car drove all the way to the hospital without any accidents, Song An begged me to follow the old man with tears in his eyes, he knelt on the ground, kept kowtowing, kowtowing

What happened later?

It's been so long that I can't remember it anymore.

Song An, I haven't seen him since that time, he is alive.

He was lying on a white bed, his eyes closed, his abdomen was a long scar, his forehead was bruised, but he would never cry or laugh again.

Laugh?

SONG Anhe. Ever laughed?

Why can't I remember him smiling at all?

No, it has to be fake.

Song An smiled cutely, especially when the old man was still there, he came back every three or five days, obviously he was engaged in research, but he especially liked to help in the old man's small supermarket, and he smiled when he saw people.

In a daze, I fell asleep again.

In dreams.

I saw Song An dead, saw Song Kang recognized by the Zhao family and his wife, and also saw Zhao He, who looked as cold and numb as Song An, that was my other son, who grew up in the Zhao family.

Xiaokang went back.

But his fate seems to have been forgotten by everyone, and it is subconsciously blurred.

Leave? Remain?

He was in an awkward position.

I, I don't know what's going on, I just looked at it coldly, the old man was more indifferent than me, he said that the child might be able to take charge of the Zhao family after the Zhao family is well, what will he do when he comes back, will he come back to inherit his small supermarket as a grocery store owner.

I'm speechless.

In fact, I agree with the old man's words from the bottom of my heart.

And then what happened after that. Oh, it's the child who died.

Dead again.

He was lying on the white bed, his face was covered by a white cloth, I slowly pulled away with trembling hands, he closed his eyes tightly, and 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, dead again.

Song An, have you ever died?

I was completely insane.

At the end of the dream, Song Kang stood in the darkness with a pale face, his eyes flowing red tears, and he pounced on me like a hideous face.

I had trouble breathing.

I thought, I'm going to die.

Fanwai - Song Kang

I thought, this time, I'm really going to die.

The doctor has given an ultimatum if he can't find a suitable chicken

But where do I look,

My biological mother had given me one a few years ago, and now she is struggling to maintain herself, her one is broken, and I can't use it.

As for my domineering president's father, heh, he won't be home for a long time.

No one knows which country he fell asleep in the moonlight nest of which gentle township.

Three years ago, my grandfather died of a sudden illness.

I didn't fight against my father.

But he is indeed not the piece of material that guards the country, the company is in his hands, but in three years, it has shrunk by half, and the furnishings at home have lost their light, as if they are old objects, and my mother curses at home every day, scolding me, scolding grandpa, scolding father, and scolding the Song family.

She's getting older.

Obviously, the first time I saw her, she was fair-skinned, delicate, with a girlish sweetness between her eyebrows and eyes, and no wrinkles on her face.

Her nails hadn't been done in a long time.

Her bag is still the style of the year before last.

She no longer goes out with the ladies to do face shopping, and she will complain that she has lost a lot.

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't care about anyone else.

I found someone.

I knew it was useless to ask my adoptive mother for help now, and even if she wanted to, she couldn't help me.

So, I found someone.

It's the kind of person who can't live happily at the end of his life.

I promised him a huge sum of money, and I needed him to help me create an accident, and if I succeeded, I would be able to live.

A few years can live a few more years. Let's live for a few years.

There is hope only when people are alive.

With the Zhao family's money as the backing, I don't believe I can't find a suitable chicken.

But he failed.

He knocked himself to death.

Song An and Song Zhe, all of them are 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?

It wasn't until the cold touch on my wrist came that I suddenly woke up.

I struggled, frantically resisted.

And my own mother, she stood on the high staircase and laughed loudly, looking crazy.

I know, I'm done.