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That day, maybe two or three months later, maybe just a few months, anyway, that day is coming soon. My body will be carried out of the hotel by the Tibetans and passed through the road they just passed. These people wearing crimson, blue-green, and black Tibetan clothes, closely connected with the sky, the earth, the weeds, and the streams, are chanting words and ancient scriptures. The lamas of Langmusi lined up to hold ceremonies for me and pray for me on my way. I was sent to the sky burial platform surrounded by colorful cloths and flags. It didn't take long for my body to be digested by the eagles. My soul rises into the sky here, looking down at the earth through the eyes of an eagle. Maybe, in the next reincarnation, I will become a lama in the temple, maybe, I will herd cattle and sheep on the grass slope, maybe, no maybe.

As soon as this person gets older and reaches menopause, his situation becomes completely different. He Meilan hurriedly wiped her face in front of the mirror, dipped some skin rejuvenation cream in her hand, and was about to apply it on her forehead. When she glanced over, she saw a deep stain on her left cheek. She took a towel and wiped it, but couldn't wipe it off. Then she was convinced that her eyes were all blurry and she couldn't see the spots on her face. It is said that when people reach middle age, they always have endless worries. Seeing that his son Maomao was finally sent to college, her husband couldn't save the trouble. He Meilan sighed as she thought about it, packed up the dishes, picked up her purse, and went out. Husband Xu Huaiyi is hospitalized. In his early fifties, he suffered from heart disease. It's no wonder that Lao Xu has a lot of things to deal with in the factory, and he has been exhausted physically and mentally for many years, so it's not surprising that he got sick.

Fang Chun was born in the 1970s and currently lives in Hangzhou. He has a master's degree and is a member of the Zhejiang Provincial Writers Association. He has published the novel "Patient" and several novels and essays in magazines such as "Writers", "Young Writers", "Literary Circle", "West Lake", "Fujian Literature", "Yuhua", "Contemporary Novel", "Zhejiang Writers", "Delta Literature" and other magazines. Mei Lian picked up the mop and wiped the floor again. The earthy yellow wood grain floor tiles had been laid for less than half a year, but they still looked brand new. The glaze of the floor tiles shone with a clean light. The pattern was a popular pattern a few years ago, with a square diamond within a square diamond. It was fancy and vivid, and the space seemed to be filled with lines and colors. Meilian's home has old-fashioned furniture and some trendy furniture.