This is the Changhe International Resort Center, a high-end health resort that combines hospice care and vacation services. It is designed to provide qualified end-of-life elderly people and people with incurable diseases with one-stop services from entering the countdown to being sent to the crematorium. It is committed to creating a burial place that is "highly praised in the industry, satisfied by the rich, and desired by the poor".
There are only two conditions for acceptance by the center: one is about to die, and the other is very rich (the above conditions must be met at the same time).
Yes, there is no doubt that this is a gold-selling cave where money is spent like water. So can the poor only see it but not touch it? Not really, after all, I, a poor guy, lived here.
Hee, we poor ghosts have a threshold exclusive to poor ghosts: no family, a bad life.
Death also means literally, that is, I am going to die, and the service staff hangs a timer around my neck with a countdown of my life on it.
On my first day at the center, the number above changed from 200 to 199.
The center assigned me a nurse who was young and handsome, which made my heart, which had been bound by poverty for thirty years, throb like never before.
He said that life without experiencing love is like watching a movie without popcorn, soda without carbon dioxide, and ice cream without chocolate crisps.
It's like a flower blooming but with no results.
... What do you mean, is he making it clear that we have no results?
This was indeed true, so I decided to be cautious and indulge in a wild affair with him - to be braver, just treat it like a sunset, and to be more restrained, so as not to be reluctant to leave in the end.
The day we held hands, the number on the timer was fixed at 175.
He gave me a bouquet of roses, and 52 roses happened to be the number around my neck.
The moment I kissed him goodbye, the number dropped from 1 to 0.
This is a requiem sweeter than honey, and I am completely satisfied.
Purpose: cherish the present moment