"Dear Mr. Cheng..."

I haven't written for a long time. I just count these words for the whole article. I inserted my pen into the pen holder, shook the sixteen-open letter paper, and glued it to the wall with double-sided tape. In fact, I could send him a text message or call him to say these words, but after all, I am kind by nature, and even if I want to leave, I will leave some practical souvenirs for Mr. Cheng.

He said everything to him, as if he was back in the past, after rolling the sheets, he hugged and talked, and as he spoke, he rolled back together again. Even if he was tired, he felt satisfied when he stared at the other person's face. He made a few calls, and his friends from the other side of the ocean repeatedly said that he would be relieved of such a big thing, and he would have to do it for him even if he sacrificed his head and blood. He hung up the phone and promised me that foreign monks could recite scriptures and had excellent American medical skills, and that this kind of surgery was easy to use.

I agreed with a smile, watching him cook porridge for me around the apron, blowing every spoonful of it and delivering it to my mouth.

He must not know this fool, when I forgive him easily, when I hold him and pant, when I smile and promise him to continue living this long life...

I'm lying to him.

Isn’t this killing a sin if it’s because of hatred?

If my fault should not ignore his will, turn our oath, and exchange my own sacrifice for investment that he does not want at all, then I will use my death to atone for sins.

Then, Mr. Cheng, I sat by the bed and stroked the man's exquisite sleeping face.

Living is a punishment for you.

Some things, no matter how hard you have, cannot be a reason, and people must pay for their mistakes. I cleaned the water cup with sleeping pills and put them back under the coffee table. A small bag in the corner of the wall was something I didn't want to leave anyway. I opened the door and finally looked back at our home.

Every piece of wood floor, every square tiles, every piece of furniture, and even the wallpaper of the bedroom.

Bye now.

The winter sun was as late as ever, and it was just dawn. I stamped my feet, and the voice-controlled light on the first floor was on. Jiang Lei was wrapped in a coat and leaned against the side of the car, with a cigarette butt on his feet. I opened the car door, threw my bag into the back seat, and sat in the passenger seat. He also sat in, looked at me, and started the car.

I didn't sleep enough, so I leaned on the seat and closed my eyes to rest. Jiang Lei warmed the engine and asked, "Have you explained it clearly?"

"What I didn't have time to explain clearly is written on paper." I said.

"His mother told him about your illness?" he asked.

"Absolutely, even if you are acquired by your son, you can live your life happily with this exciting good news." I said.

"How did he react?"

"What else can I do? I was cold all over. I was shaking so badly when I hugged me. I secretly wiped my tears several times. I even contacted him and said that I would ask an American expert to perform surgery."

"Yeah, then you're leaving?"

"Don't you know if I saved you?" I looked at him mockingly.

He smiled and shook his head, glanced upstairs, and asked, "Don't you regret it?"

I adjusted my sitting position to make myself more comfortable. Looking at him, I smiled with a little sadness: "I have paid the down payment for my tomb. Why don't I get the money back?"

He laughed, but no matter how he smiled, his eyes were drooping.

"Jiang Lei, I really want to ask you a question." I said.

"What?"

"Who are you?"

"You really want to know?"

"Stop talking nonsense."

"I have a big brother," Jiang Lei stepped on the accelerator and the car slid out smoothly. "We have a good relationship. We met when we were teenagers. Later, our business grew bigger and we had less contact. I have been doing good business, but his business was a little bit color. We haven't contacted each other for more than a year. Suddenly one day, his girl contacted me and said that he had committed a crime and asked me to help. After I knew what happened, I didn't say anything, and planned to lose all my money and even took him out. But the other party was too big. I was a businessman and tried my best to make him live two more years. In the past two years, I often went to see him. Although I talked a lot every time, I always felt that there was something he wanted to say but stopped. Finally, for the last visit before his death, he asked me to send a Jade Buddha to a man named "Qin Yun" in his name."

I subconsciously pressed the Buddha in my chest.

"I have seen your photo before. Brother Yuedong's wallet is in his wallet, and you lie there to sleep, looking very fragile. I never knew that Brother Yuedong also likes men. When I played with boys, he always scolded me for being disgusting. But this kind of thing is hard to say. After all, he is concerned about you. Even if he dies for you, he has no complaints. He also told me to take care of you more in the future."

I grabbed my clothes and my tail sound trembled: "Jiang Lei, do you hate me?"

"I don't know. I probably wanted to mess with you at first, but I got excited later. My brother was willing to do it. He didn't hate you. Why did I follow me? Besides, I promised him to take care of you." Jiang Lei took out the cigarette from his pocket, thought for a while, and threw it aside, "Brother gave me all the assets he hid. For this money, I have to serve you."

He kicked the accelerator and I was shaken hard.

Jiang Lei put a rocking chair in the yard. He liked to set up a small table in the afternoon and drink a gentleman in black tea. In fact, he had never tasted the taste of coffee before he was twenty years old. He has a wealth of money so far, so he knows a Mercedes-Benz and BMW.

I lay on the rocking chair, calming my heartbeat bit by bit. I took a lot of effort to walk down from the upstairs. The last step was weak and I didn't fall down by holding the railing. If Jiang Lei saw me going downstairs without permission and lying in the yard with so little clothes, he would probably raise his eyebrows and scold me.

He has been becoming more and more like an old mother recently. He pressed my hands against me when I was struggling with pain, and asked me about my three meals a day. How rare it is to have such care before I die.

I turned over and chuckled at the sun.

Thanks for that rear-end collision, otherwise Jiang Lei might have only been exploring my current situation in places I can’t see, and would not have entered my life so seriously.

Although I knew that Jiang Lei would not come back for a while when I went out, I still glanced at the door with guilt. I was about to get moldy in my bed. Today, the sun was just right, so I really wanted to bask in the sun. The sun was thrust on my face, as if a seed was sprouting in my body and rejuvenated.

Every time I cover my stomach and move my thumb up a little, I can find the jade Buddha. The cracked pattern shows signs of deepening, and behind it, a vertical penetration.

After all, it’s something I gave you, so there’s no need to use it to vent your anger.

I never asked, but I also heard from Jiang Lei's words how Cheng Yuanfeng was looking for me anxiously. When he was anxious, his eyebrows were always frowning tightly, almost twisting together. His eyes were more intense than anything else, and it was fine to be red for several days and nights. His beard was absolutely unwilling to take care of shaving. Once he found you, he would thorn his beard to make you complain.

I have been with him for seven years and I always feel that it doesn’t matter if we don’t know each other well enough. Anyway, I still have a long life, so it doesn’t matter if I don’t say something, so I’ll have time to explain it sooner or later.

Who would have thought that God would not be willing to give you so much time.

It would be great if I could see him again.

When I was sitting by the bed writing a letter, I would raise my head and look at his sleeping face for a while. Cheng Yuanfeng is very handsome, and no matter which angle, it meets my aesthetic taste. Even if it is a flaw, I have been used to it for so many years, I feel it like it. At that time, I felt that even if I had lost my memory, I would not forget it. But you see, cancer cells have probably begun to invade my brain, and I can no longer remember his eyebrows and eyes and lips that have kissed me countless times.

When I was in college, I brag and spanked with my brothers in the dormitory, and once imagined myself before my death. At that time, I hadn't known Cheng Yuanfeng, I thought I would spend my whole life with a big girl, destroying family planning and having a few children, and I called them to the bedside at the end of my life, and after inspections, I made a will. Later, I met Cheng Yuanfeng and joked to him, "I will write a divorce letter before I die, and you will be allowed to remarry." He was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, and pushed me down directly, creaking my itchy flesh to make me admit that he was my husband."

I would never think that I just wanted to see him again at this moment.

There is no need to walk in front of you or communicate. As long as you take a look at him quietly and quietly, it is enough.

I wonder if Jiang Lei would agree to such a willful request.

I leaned to my side, leaned my head tilted to the rocking chair, and slowly relaxed my hands holding my stomach.

Then.

I'm dead.
Chapter completed!