I’m Yan Fugui, a shrewd schemer. My ancestors were small-time landowners, and people nicknamed me the Human Abacus. In my old age, my wife, Yang Ruihua, got cancer, so I asked our children to help cover her medical bills. Then the old saying, “You won’t go hungry or cold unless you fail to plan ahead,” came back to bite me. I was struck by the boomerang, spat up blood, and died.
As I was about to close my eyes, I looked back on a life spent calculating every little thing, only to earn the reputation of being neither a loving father nor a filial son. In those days, I had to support an entire family on a monthly salary of 27.5 yuan. Was I really in the wrong?
If I was, it was because I was too content with the status quo. I calculated everything and lost my future, and I even drove my descendants away. What a regret. But it’s too late now. If I had the chance to start over, I would change this miserable life of mine...
