On the seventh day after Fang Zhixia's death, I returned to that home.
The rotten vegetables in the refrigerator still have dates stamped on them, heating taboos are stuck on the microwave oven, and the iodophor rings in the medicine cabinet have their expiration dates stamped on them. I never cared about any of this and don't even know when he did it.
Until I found twenty-seven letters in his locked study.
The first letter was written in 2014. The boy's handwriting was green: "Sui'er, you ate three bowls of rice and said you would come here every day from now on."
Later, every time I opened one, I would find what he said to me.
The delivery boy said, "Your husband only lets me knock once every time, for fear of disturbing you." The security guard said, "He always asks me, is Sui'er back?"…
I tore off the notes one by one and opened the letters one by one. It turns out that he has liked me for a long time. It turns out that everyone knows it. It turns out that I am the only one who was kept in the dark.
Fraud. Fang Zhixia, you are the biggest liar in the world.
Intention: The most painful thing is not the loss, but when you finally learn to love him, he no longer has the rest of his life to receive it.