
My Husband Sent My Son and Me to the Desert to Learn Good Behavior for Bai Yueguang
by Lu Xiju
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When my husband came home, he saw Qingmei's son wanting to play with his tablet, but I didn't hand it over immediately. He slapped me to the ground and broke the vase. Qingmei's son was frightened and cried. From then on, we, mother and son, were thrown into the driest place in the northwest for "reformation", and we were told to learn to be "tolerant". There, water is more valuable than life, the sun can crack stones, and urine has to be collected to drink when there is no water. And in the fourth year after we came to the northwest, our son mistakenly drank pesticides as water and died, with bleeding from his orifices. On the day of his son's burial, Pei Yuhan took Qingmei to this place. He kicked the yellow sand away from his feet and pulled off his tie impatiently. "Lele has kidney failure, call Pei Zhouzhou out quickly! If he dares to hide, we will dig three feet into the ground to drag him back!" I told him that my son was dead. But Pei Yuhan grabbed me, pinched my neck and said: "Pretend to be a ghost? I want to see a person dead or a corpse! Even if he is reduced to bones and dregs, I have to bury him in the operating room!"
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