Life is made up of countless choices, and regret comes from the choices we failed to make.
This is a quiet story about trying to make peace with regret.
An episodic, healing story.
Episode One: A little workshop on college applications for a high school student's client
Episode Two: Struggles and compromises in a hospital
Episode Three: Choices made by the people trapped in a small mountain village
Episode Four: A precarious unfinished building project and a home
Here is the synopsis:
At the funeral, Ji Yu's late boss's prayer beads were stolen by a young man.
Then Ji Yu ran into the man again, this time on his own sofa.
And his mother had actually arranged a marriage contract for them.
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Ji Yu crossed his arms, expressionless.
"All right, tell me. Why did you steal the prayer beads?"
Wang Chuan sprawled across the sofa and answered a different question:
"If your life were about to come to an end, would you have any regrets?"
"Would there be people you hadn't had the chance to see, things you hadn't had the chance to say, or anything you hadn't had the chance to entrust to someone?"
"My job is to pack up those regrets and deliver them to the people left behind."
Ji Yu nodded noncommittally.
"So that's why you stole them.
I almost believed you."
"So who did you give the beads to?"
Wang Chuan blinked innocently.
"That's a client's private business. I can't say."
"You can't tell family, either?"
"But we're not family yet. You could say we're almost family."
A sharp-tongued, soft-hearted, highly empathetic top (though my tear ducts are overactive and I cry my eyes out over a little yellow car, I really am the top) x a deceptively innocent, black-bellied, odd-thinking, dedicated bottom (though I value reason above all and never cry at movies, I really am the bottom)
Open for business on Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays, and Sundays.
Updates on other days are for fixing typos. (I forgot to divide the first few chapters into episodes, which was stupid. I'll fix it bit by bit. Kneeling down in apology.)
(The first episode might be revised. I feel like it drags a little and doesn't bring out the theme, but I haven't figured out how to fix it yet. Kneeling down smoothly again.)
Theme: A by-product of hospice care
No, if you can't express your husband's request, can you say something to force her to sell the house?? Besides, although it is joint property of husband and wife, the debts are also joint debts of husband and wife. If I want to pay the workers first, I can make a will. Why do I have to ask Wangchuan? I don't care about modern laws.
Um, I feel like Wang Wang is a bit confused here. He doesn't explain himself clearly, and his words are so ugly. To tell the truth, he always feels that he is justified, but he has a mean and mean look that makes everyone really angry. Isn't this a kind of arrogance? The author said before that he could not portray Ji as a person well, but now under the background of Wang, Ji at least has flesh and blood and delicate emotions.
The last sentence is a bit weird 😂
Haha, girls in our village have to pay to register for genealogy, and the village committee only has men.
There is still a slight problem. Women do bear more responsibility, but it does not mean that "cannibalism" only eats women.
Alas, how should I put it, I feel that it is really not suitable for outsiders to say these words. Although it is very tragic, after all, it is still [holding up my chin] in this world.
About attacking and accepting It doesn't matter, Wangchuan can cry in bed [Huang Xin]
😭 Can we have no regrets? Just try your best
Alas:-( I thought there would be a miracle But forgot There are not so many miracles in the world
There are too many things that are too complicated to comment on 🤔