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[This novel has a bad ending. It's more or less a "widow's memoir," told in first person.]
Nan Yuesi loved writing.
At first, she learned to write from the auntie next door. Using chalk, she wrote her name on the cement ground. But the auntie misheard her, and for a whole week she wrote "Si" as "Si" with the wrong character.
Later, after we had an argument and made up, she told me about it. I didn't believe her. She took a sip of pineapple beer and rested a hand on my back, as if tempting me. Her fingers gently traced my name as she kissed me and said,
"I'll never argue with you again, Miss Ming."
In the end, we argued again and nearly broke up. She climbed out through the window. When I woke up, a hazy drizzle had begun outside, and I thought we would still make up.
Then the phone on my bedside rang. It was unmistakably her number, but a stranger's voice called out to me from the other end.
"Miss Ming?"
I didn't answer. The radio said there would be a heavy rainstorm all night. I glanced at the white envelope on my bedside table.
Only later did I learn it was the last thing she had written to me.
A suicide note.
What would it say?
-
The blurb for the upcoming "Neon B-Movie":
Later, Chi Xiaoman moved out of that twenty-square-meter rental and stopped getting eczema. She never thought of Chen Yue again.
The poorest year of Chi Xiaoman's life was when she was nineteen
She was still sharing a basement in an urban village with a woman who was also working as an extra.
The basement was so bare-bones that mold covered the ceiling. They could only eat the cheapest noodles beneath it, and squeeze together on a creaky bed to kiss. In the dark, they couldn't tell whether the other was laughing or crying.
Chi Xiaoman was so stingy that she only cracked one egg into the woman's noodles, while eating plain noodles herself.
The woman who shared the apartment with her was so generous that, after spending a sticky, blazing day working as a stunt double and getting cheated out of her pay, she still went to the secondhand market and picked up a cheap speaker because Chi Xiaoman loved listening to music when she was half asleep in the afternoon.
Back then, they had nothing. They were young and down on their luck.
Later, Chi Xiaoman couldn't remember who had moved out of that rental first.
She only remembered that before leaving, she still made the woman a bowl of noodles with a poached egg.
She also remembered that day, when the woman stared at the instant noodles with two eggs this time, then calmly looked up at her and said,
"Chi Xiaoman, I wish you all the best in your future."
-
At twenty-nine, Chi Xiaoman got what she wanted
She saw her own endorsement posters all over the city, bought a spacious, sunlit apartment in the most prosperous district, and purchased an outrageously expensive insurance policy for the face that used to make do with cheap toner and lotion.
That same year
She heard that Chen Yue, an outstanding actress in the industry, had worked her way from stunt double to lead actress and finally won every major award, completing her sweep of the best actress awards.
Chi Xiaoman had once posted a vague "Congratulations" on Weibo without naming anyone.
But she quickly deleted it after it sparked a heated discussion.
That same evening, Chen Yue responded openly with a bright "Thank you."
Apart from that, the two of them had no further contact.
At the time, Chi Xiaoman was a top-tier star, with her haters and die-hard fans evenly matched. Wherever she appeared, she stirred up a storm.
Chen Yue, on the other hand, was a low-profile award-winning actress, hardworking and dedicated, with both critical acclaim and box office success.
Everyone said Chi Xiaoman was just as ruthless as the rumors claimed, willing to do anything to get famous, even chasing Chen Yue's spotlight.
After all, for years Chi Xiaoman had never appeared at the same event as Chen Yue, never gone on the same variety show, and never joined the same production. Even when they happened to attend the same awards ceremony, Chen Yue had already accepted her award and left before Chi Xiaoman arrived, trailing behind in her gown.
Rumors that the two disliked each other had been circulating in the industry for a long time.
Then, before long, news suddenly broke: Chi Xiaoman was switching careers to make a film, and Chen Yue would be the lead actress.
Everyone was certain the film was destined to be a top-tier disaster.
Theme: Cherish the people in front of you. Work hard to live, and work hard to love yourself.
"Unknowingly, I was talking to this 90% you and the 100% you."
As soon as I saw the copy, I knew that this was a very painful story, but the opening still shocked me greatly. While it was snowing heavily in Seattle, I was drinking pineapple beer. Only one person left footprints on the ground. During the silent journey, her hallucination finally asked her to open the suicide note. At first glance, the writing style and the vivid scene descriptions may seem obscure, but it can easily transport people to the heavy snow in Seattle.
On the last day before the "end of the world", the last second when time cleared, I kissed the corner of the mouth of the person I met for the first time, so I hoped that that moment would really be the end of the world. It was a very romantic beginning, so just like "Love Before Dawn", they met again for the second, third and more times. The umbrella that I don't want to return, I don't dare to listen to "Red Bean" anymore, sometimes there are not so many reasons for love, I just remember the dark gray scarf, the smell of hot coffee, and the second when my hair was blown the most. She told her her name, fearing that she would pity her, but also hoping that she would pity her. Finally, when she got a kiss and called her her full name for seven years, she suddenly realized that it was better than the seven years of not calling her mommy. Riding bicycles together, opening our arms and enjoying only the moment of freedom; we went to the "June Appointment" together and chose to run in the heavy rain, so we saw the real moon on that typhoon day.
Love is a choice and a compromise. Perhaps no one understands this sentence better than Mingsman. Their choices have always been different, about sleeping separately, about expatriation, and about death. In ten years, she left seven suicide notes and two emergency contact numbers. She was determined to accompany him safely, so she agreed to be the last one, the last one. I didn't expect it to be the last time. A war reporter who had been on the front line for many years died in a car accident in which she was the only one killed. Life seemed to be so impermanent that it separated two people who were so close to each other with death. When they woke up the next day, they no longer saw the person next to them. So I started to believe in Buddhism even though I didn't believe in it. People who keep claiming that scientism is supreme actually ask for the resurrection of the dead. They don't attend your funeral, they don't cancel your account, they don't open your suicide note, and they ask you to be friends with you thousands of times. It seems that you really have never left and only hope to deceive yourself.
Finally, she opened the suicide note and received treatment, only to discover that it would only take a month for the illusion she had indulged in for ten years to be broken. Afraid to think about it again, and afraid to really forget it, she learned to write her handwriting and send it as a postcard. This time, it was no longer a repetition of the same mistakes, but a new life together with her.
I think that in the future, when I hear "Red Bean", I will think of "The Last Night" in Seattle; when I see "Rhinoceros in Love", I will think of two people standing side by side in a rental house; when I see Mei Lanfang's poster, I will think of them who once existed in a certain corner of the world.
"Can you forget slowly?" Is her wish, and it is also my wish. It's a very painful story, and I was lucky enough to see it, and it was very rewarding.
So the article "Wishes" is a breakup letter, right?
Putting yourself in Sisi's shoes and writing the letter, the writing was as ruthless as Sisi wanted, but this was not her love, and she also learned to hide her love.
Finish spreading flowers
It's another snowy day. At first, I thought Sisi died due to the war, but when I saw that she actually died before pursuing her ideal for the last time; a quarrel was not over yet, it was an ordinary afternoon waiting for you to come back. Phew, my throat felt like it was blocked by cotton. Our hearts, emotions, souls are intertwined, calling me in your name
"The snow in Seattle is still biting to the bone. I would rather never have met you here."
The more I see it, the stronger I get, and I cry until I choke. The sense of first-person immersion is really unparalleled.
I'm really crying to death. I can't stand it anymore. I beg the author to write a subplot in which Sisi comes back to life. Although I know that this ending may be the best, I still don't want Mingmansi to write that breakup letter to her and then slowly forget about her and fall in love with someone else. I'm crying to death.
Well, this explosion made me cry even more. Perhaps Sisi writing is the best ending to this relationship. We can't change or stop him from birth, old age, illness and death. He has passed away, and it is impossible to live in the past forever. So this sentence is not that Sisi is cruel, but that Sisi hopes that the Sisi he loves can continue to live well.
I wish Ming Siman all the best in the future
I shouldn't have come in to watch when my hands were itchy in the middle of the night. I cried to death in the middle of the night. Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.
"Unknowingly, I was talking to this 90% you and the 100% you." As soon as I saw the copy, I knew that this was a very painful story, but the opening still shocked me greatly. While it was snowing heavily in Seattle, I was drinking pineapple beer. Only one person left footprints on the ground. During the silent journey, her hallucination finally asked her to open the suicide note. At first glance, the writing style and the vivid scene descriptions may seem obscure, but it can easily transport people to the heavy snow in Seattle. On the last day before the "end of the world", the last second when time cleared, I kissed the corner of the mouth of the person I met for the first time, so I hoped that that moment would really be the end of the world. It was a very romantic beginning, so just like "Love Before Dawn", they met again for the second, third and more times. The umbrella that I don't want to return, I don't dare to listen to "Red Bean" anymore, sometimes there are not so many reasons for love, I just remember the dark gray scarf, the smell of hot coffee, and the second when my hair was blown the most. She told her her name, fearing that she would pity her, but also hoping that she would pity her. Finally, when she got a kiss and called her her full name for seven years, she suddenly realized that it was better than the seven years of not calling her mommy. Riding bicycles together, opening our arms and enjoying only the moment of freedom; we went to the "June Appointment" together and chose to run in the heavy rain, so we saw the real moon on that typhoon day. Love is a choice and a compromise. Perhaps no one understands this sentence better than Mingsman. Their choices have always been different, about sleeping separately, about expatriation, and about death. In ten years, she left seven suicide notes and two emergency contact numbers. She was determined to accompany him safely, so she agreed to be the last one, the last one. I didn't expect it to be the last time. A war reporter who had been on the front line for many years died in a car accident in which she was the only one killed. Life seemed to be so impermanent that it separated two people who were so close to each other with death. When they woke up the next day, they no longer saw the person next to them. So I started to believe in Buddhism even though I didn't believe in it. People who keep claiming that scientism is supreme actually ask for the resurrection of the dead. They don't attend your funeral, they don't cancel your account, they don't open your suicide note, and they ask you to be friends with you thousands of times. It seems that you really have never left and only hope to deceive yourself. Finally, she opened the suicide note and received treatment, only to discover that it would only take a month for the illusion she had indulged in for ten years to be broken. Afraid to think about it again, and afraid to really forget it, she learned to write her handwriting and send it as a postcard. This time, it was no longer a repetition of the same mistakes, but a new life together with her. I think that in the future, when I hear "Red Bean", I will think of "The Last Night" in Seattle; when I see "Rhinoceros in Love", I will think of two people standing side by side in a rental house; when I see Mei Lanfang's poster, I will think of them who once existed in a certain corner of the world. "Can you forget slowly?" Is her wish, and it is also my wish. It's a very painful story, and I was lucky enough to see it, and it was very rewarding.
So the article "Wishes" is a breakup letter, right?
Putting yourself in Sisi's shoes and writing the letter, the writing was as ruthless as Sisi wanted, but this was not her love, and she also learned to hide her love. Finish spreading flowers
It's another snowy day. At first, I thought Sisi died due to the war, but when I saw that she actually died before pursuing her ideal for the last time; a quarrel was not over yet, it was an ordinary afternoon waiting for you to come back. Phew, my throat felt like it was blocked by cotton. Our hearts, emotions, souls are intertwined, calling me in your name
"The snow in Seattle is still biting to the bone. I would rather never have met you here."
The more I see it, the stronger I get, and I cry until I choke. The sense of first-person immersion is really unparalleled.
I'm really crying to death. I can't stand it anymore. I beg the author to write a subplot in which Sisi comes back to life. Although I know that this ending may be the best, I still don't want Mingmansi to write that breakup letter to her and then slowly forget about her and fall in love with someone else. I'm crying to death.
Well, this explosion made me cry even more. Perhaps Sisi writing is the best ending to this relationship. We can't change or stop him from birth, old age, illness and death. He has passed away, and it is impossible to live in the past forever. So this sentence is not that Sisi is cruel, but that Sisi hopes that the Sisi he loves can continue to live well.
I wish Ming Siman all the best in the future
I shouldn't have come in to watch when my hands were itchy in the middle of the night. I cried to death in the middle of the night. Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.