Mid-Levels Villa

[Short stories are free, bloody and brutal] In order not to affect Xie's housing prices, I chose a bridge that was rarely visited, and ended up sitting there with a homeless person. I had no choice but to give up, and excluded high-rise buildings, overpasses, busy streets, and roads that children must pass by after school. Assistant Xie Qinghe said that I was the most useless woman he had ever seen, and I felt the same way at the moment. I am homeless while I am alive, and I have no place to die even if I want to. In the end, I could only return to the mountainside villa where Xie Qinghe had raised me for three years in despair. I was uneducated, so I picked up the pen and thought about it again and again, and only wrote two and a half sentences: 1. Sorry, the house won't be sold. 2. The hangover soup and recipe are in the refrigerator 3. I feel so much pain ... The last half sentence was not written by me. It was the forensic doctor who analyzed the messy and hasty scratches for a long time and finally told Xie Qinghe the conclusion - your wife originally wanted to explain something, but it hurt too much, so she didn't finish it. I couldn't help but mourn for Mr. Forensic Doctor. How dare he call me Mrs. Xie. Xie Qinghe was so angry that his face turned pale and his hands were shaking. * Warning: 1. The heroine starts the story off, there is no HE 2. Neither the male or female protagonists are good. I love the best love between low-class people. Intention: I would rather be a piece of snow in the vast sky than a bird in a cage