Po Meng: "Child, is it still half a bowl?"
Me: "Yes, half a bowl, add spicy food without green onions."
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In my previous life, I was beaten to death by a man.
In my previous life, I was forced by a man to commit suicide by drowning myself in a river.
Ever since I can remember, I have been constantly being reborn,
My world keeps repeating the same mistakes...
When people are grief-stricken, they often choose to forget to heal.
But life after life, I have been reluctant to let go.
My life should have ended long ago,
Just because I suddenly thought of someone again.
He is an extra in my script, a cowardly and incompetent extra in my eyes. I wish I could never see him again.
But it seems like he has been with me for several lifetimes,
In my painful memories,
He seems to have sprouted,
There are even flowers.
..."Meng Po, it's still half a bowl. Add more spicy and no green onions."
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An article with little logic, tragedy and joy intertwined.
I hope you give up love, and I hope you learn to love.
(Warm reminder: The author is a lunatic, but my readers are not.)
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