Guanyin, Will You Also Go to Beimang with Me?

"People only think about dying when they have no other choice, and they try their best to live even if they have no choice." The daughter of the owner of the funeral home said to her with a smile. "Let's go up. I don't know where to take the exam in the future. It's best to go to Beijing or Shanghai." The niece of the street restaurant owner told her while biting her pen. "You've seen too little of this kind of thing. If you've seen it too much, you'll be numb and won't feel sad anymore." The old man in the criminal police team sighed. … This period of life is like a line that intersects too many times. People get close and then part ways. After a glass of wine, they go to their respective rivers and lakes. It is because of the boundless sea of suffering. Love and hate cannot be faked. She is the only one who wants to overlap with another line. Destiny is superimposed on another destiny. One line overlaps another line. They are originally one body. This hatred lasts until death. This is my first time posting online, trying to write about women's stories. Purpose: Find love, feel love, give love