Cause of Death of Ms. Wen

One week before the college entrance examination, Ms. Wen died, and they all said it was my fault. I didn't go to the exam. When my classmates were answering the questions, I jumped off the 25th floor. I wanted to find that woman to ask questions. When I opened my eyes again, I was six years old again. Ms. Wen's back was dragged very long by the street light. I hated her, but I still couldn't help calling her, "Mom." I had my life over again, and I thought everything would be fine, but when I was eighteen years old, one week before the college entrance examination, my mother died. They all comforted me and said it was not my fault. I didn't go to the exam, I felt I had more important things to do. I want to get to know this woman again. *** "I used to hate her for not loving me." "Now I hate that she loves me so much." Tips: 1. The text is in one person, short story 2. It's not suspense, it's not like mother and daughter. 3. Add it when you think of it Purpose: Learn to reconcile