On the day of the divorce, her ex-husband laughed at her, "You can't live without me." She didn't say anything, took the divorce certificate to the post office and picked up a lottery ticket - she remembered the first prize numbers from her previous life. Three months later, when she returned from the provincial capital in a minivan, her ex-husband was squatting at the entrance of the village smoking. When he saw her, his cigarette dropped. She rolled down the car window and said, "Rang, you're blocking my delivery."
