My Sisters Are Both Big Stars

I just came out of prison. In 2007, I was in a bar. Someone at the table across from me whistled at her and invited her to drink with her. I drank too much, so I took out the dagger I brought with me and stabbed her. This stab lasted fifteen years. I remember when I entered The streets are full of people still praying to Buddha, the lonely sandbank is cold, etc. It has been fifteen years, things have changed. She came to see me once last year and told me that she was getting married. I did not tell her about the commutation of her sentence. After a brief chat, I turned around and left. In the past 15 years, I I have farmed, raised pigs and made clothes, and my heart has long been calm. After I came out, I went to see her downstairs once. She was very happy, and I was very happy. It was time for me to think about my life. I had a dream last night. The problem was 15 years ago, in a familiar street. Familiar scene, but I just can't find the familiar person. I woke up crying in the dream. I can't go back to the past. What's left now is just nostalgia. I'm almost 30 and suddenly feel confused. I often can't sleep at night. I sit on the road and feel confused. I was drinking and smoking, and I didn't know what to do next. The night before she got married, I secretly came downstairs to her house. I saw the happy words posted on the window at the door of her house, and the lights in the house were on. I didn't dare to disturb her, so I squatted downstairs and continued to smoke. I smoked one cigarette, and soon it was daybreak. I heard the sound of car horns and firecrackers in the distance. I knew that the wedding car was coming to pick her up. She was going to be someone else's bride today. She looked very beautiful today. I watched her get into the wedding car and the firecrackers went off. The car also drove away, and I was still following behind the convoy. Suddenly my phone rang. It was a text message from her. Don't send it. I will be yours in the next life, okay? Forget me. I cried so hard that day that her best friend told me that she was upstairs that day. Seeing me squatting downstairs and smoking non-stop, she also cried and stayed up all night. I no longer have any regrets. Whether I succeed or fail, everything is in vain when I turn around. Whether I live or die, life only lasts a hundred years, so why should I be obsessed with one result. The only thing I want to do now is to go home and charge my phone. The phone is out of battery and I can't program anymore.

May I. . . . .

This is your introduction. . . It doesn't seem to match the title of the novel. Only the following sentences can prove that I clicked on the wrong novel.

I want to say, does the protagonist have any principles? If he doesn't take care of his own affairs and goes to cook, you say it's enough to treat others to a meal. He still doesn't understand it from beginning to end. How did you set it up? Is it because I can't write enough and am trying to make up the word count?

Very interesting, humorous, and the author has good writing skills

A cow's mouth is not a horse's mouth, and it will never connect with the previous one. Goodbye

Author, you are finally back

No update for so many days. . . . .

Lots of updates, very nice, I like it very much

Writing is okay