On the day when she was about to die, Mrs. Zhou held my and my old enemy's hands.
"Yingying, if you and Heming are together, grandma can go on the journey with peace of mind."
Leaving an orphan on your deathbed?
Finally he was able to overpower Zhou Heming.
Me: "Okay, Tuesday Bird, call me mom."
Zhou Heming's face turned dark.
The old lady's voice softened:
"I failed... Your marriage..."
I couldn't bear to let the old lady die with her eyes open, so I decided to die heroically:
"Grandma, get the certificate right where you are and become a Buddha immediately!"
The ambulance drifted in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau.
Fifteen minutes later, I opened the warm marriage certificate.
The bride was wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown, her eyes half-open and half-closed.
As if drunk from wine.
I cried because of the ugliness: "Grandma, you can go in peace."
Old Mrs. Zhou hugged her marten tightly: "Let's go, I'll come to Antarctica!"
I missed.
"Tuesday bird... Am I dying?"
"Well, he's dying."
When a person is on his deathbed, he thinks about how to leave the world completely.
I just wanted to reconcile with my old enemy, but I heard Zhou Heming say:
"You're so stupid, Mrs. Zhou."
No er.
I seem to have been cheated into a marriage?
*Reading instructions*
A first-person short story about Lian Shu
9000 words
Intention: Don't fight, don't grab, don't call life