In the intensive care unit, the instruments made an icy ticking sound every three seconds. That was Lin Xiao's only connection with the world, as weak as a candle in the wind.
Just when she was on the verge of life and death, and even swallowing saliva became a luxury, her cell phone was vibrating crazily at the nurse's station. Eighty missed calls were not from relatives and friends who were worried about her, but from her mother's hysterical roar: "It's the last day for my nephew to register. Where did you die? Come here quickly!"
What followed was a text message from my sister. It was concise and to the point, but every word was heartbreaking: "Have you prepared all the information? If it doesn't work, try it!"
At that moment, Lin Xiao, who was full of tubes, suddenly felt that the severe pain in his body was nothing compared to one ten thousandth of the pain in his heart being crushed. It turns out that in the eyes of her closest relatives, her life is no more important than a registration form; her life or death is no more important than a quota for her nephew.
"Some relationships will kill you if you continue them."
This is a cruel self-rescue about "breaking up the relationship". When blood ties turned into shackles, when family affection turned into demands, Lin Xiao personally extinguished the last glimmer of light in her heart on the ICU bed.
On the day I was discharged from the hospital, the sun was dazzling. She did the happiest thing in her life - blacklisted the whole world.
This is a story about the death of the heart, but also a legend of resurrection. When she decisively cut off the blood-sucking vines in her original family, she discovered that when the heart is dead, the person is really alive.
Intention: When family affection becomes the noose of life, separation is not betrayal, but the salvation of one's soul.