Three years after my death, he was still transferring money to a canceled bank card.
Three thousand a month, every penny is a lot, like handing over a contract that will never be delivered.
But in the last two years of his life, I obviously only taught him mathematics.
In the first year, he said: "Wen Zhiyi, you dropped your pen."
The next year, he said: "The ginkgo trees in Beijing are turning yellow, I will take you there."
In the third year, he signed a tutoring contract for two and a half years, but Party A filled it out with me.
On the day he signed the contract, he said to the empty room: "This time it expires, don't leave."
But I didn't know - when he signed the contract, I had been dead for three years.
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"Shen Xin, you are making rapid progress in math."
"But your lies have made little progress."
——Wen Zhiyi
