The breeze in March brought a faint fragrance of flowers to my face. Qizhu stood on the roof of the building, smoking one cigarette after another, when the door behind him suddenly opened.
"Squeak..." He glanced back at the person who opened the door, turned around, and then looked into the vast distance behind the person.
"You! Qi... Qizhu! Come down!"
Goodbye, Song Ze.
Qizhu smiled brightly. He slowly closed his eyes and lay back. That was when he was happiest.
I don't regret coming to this world, but... All of this is cruel to me. I died long ago in the winter of 2018, dragging this lingering body to live. Sorry, Aze, take care of my sister and three children. Thank you very much.
And... I love you.
These words were written on a piece of paper, which was tucked into the book. This was Qizhu's last wish...
I hope you readers can understand this play "Weaver-tailed Kite".
Purpose: Ban school violence and domestic violence