My Crack Can Change Lives

Have you ever had this thought—— If I could go back to that day, I would definitely not choose that way. There was silence. And not just once. Three months ago, my father was in urgent need of 100,000 yuan for surgery, so he took out a loan shark. The interest amounted to 300,000 yuan, and a debt collection call came to the door of his daughter's school. That night he drove to plead for mercy, answered a phone call, lost control, and hit someone. The man was lying in a pool of blood, looking at him with his eyes open. He knelt on the ground and screamed: "I really hope this is a dream!" Then he woke up. At three o'clock in the morning, the date on the phone showed: three months ago. My father hasn't had surgery yet. There was no one on that zebra crossing yet. Everything comes in time. He thought he was just having a vivid nightmare. Until he discovered that the debt collection phone number in his dream was exactly the same as in reality. The threatening text message in the dream was sent verbatim. The person in the dream is walking on the road alive. That's not a dream. That's the crack. Cracks are wounds in the real world. When you are forced into a desperate situation by life and shout out "I hope this is not true" with all your strength, time will open a hole and let you go back and choose again. Silence thought this was the second chance God gave him. He didn't know that every time he was re-elected, there would be an "abandoned self" left on the other side of the crack. Those selves were looking at him in the mirror, waiting for him, more and more. They want to come over. He wanted to escape. But what is hidden on the other side of the crack? . . . —————— This is a story about "difficulty in settling down". To everyone who regrets it late at night.