Rebirth to 90s: The Heroine of the Salted Fish Quit Her Job

The foreseeable pain also caused her to grasp the quilt tightly on her body. She was accustomed to what her hand wanted to grasp. The fingers, which were as thin as a chicken's grasp, couldn't help opening and then clenching it tightly.

Suddenly, a warm hand held her hand, and she instinctively grasped it.

A tear suddenly rolled out of the corner of her eye, and her long eyelashes moved, but she never opened it.

The door outside opened, and a few steps came in scattered steps, and then there was that faint, but very accustomed sigh.

Aren't you going back yet?

Well, I won't go back. I want to accompany her for a few days. The doctor said it's just these few days.

You are so kind. The man came over, his voice approaching.

You know that it was her mother who deliberately hit your car, just to get that insurance, and it has nothing to do with you when she dies, alas... It's all the fault of poverty.

He said, and then took a look at the half-dead woman, You said, is this her retribution? My own mother doesn't want it. If she wants to be treated as a bull and a horse, the family will not treat her as a horse. When people see it.

She is sick, waits on her, guards her, sells iron, and even trades her life for insurance. It's just the family that she doesn't want to kiss her mother, but no one comes to see her, and even more so. She didn't pay a penny for her medical expenses, what do you think she planned?

And... The man shook the thing in his hand, I've already got the insurance premium back. You'd rather have a life on your back than to get this, for what?

I don't know how long it stopped, and I don't know how long it was quiet, but finally a voice came quietly.

This is her mother...

And after he said this, he didn't know that under the quilt, the clenched hand, and the pain from his body, wave after wave, without reason, without spirit, without faith, and without life .

She lost her mother...

There was only the fresh-keeping report on her hand, and she pressed her hand on it, tightly, never letting go...

A solitary tomb, a stone tablet, slumped down in the rain.

A man in black came over with an umbrella, and he put a bunch of flowers in his hand under the tombstone. Then I put my hand on the black and white photo, and only in the photo can I see that she is thin and skinny, Zeng Jin is also in the Mood for Love, Zeng Jin is also young and beautiful, and the rest now But it's just such a bleak tombstone.

Finally, you don't have to suffer anymore, and you don't have to hurt anymore. Your mother is by your side. She will protect you and watch over you. In the next life, you will still be mother and daughter, but treat her well, okay?

The wind blew, and some raindrops fell on his face. He turned his face away, but there was nothing in the empty space in front of him.

There is only that piece of rain, the desolation that comes from the rain, and the name on the top of the tombstone, that blunt and cold name.

Liu Liang.

Liang Liang, that's what your family called you. You must be beautiful when you were young.

You cry on the spot because the rain is for you, because the only person in the world who cry for you is one step ahead of you.

A dead person cannot be resurrected.

People die like lights go out.

Someone said: You have to die three times in your life. The first time, when your heart stops and your breathing disappears, you are biologically declared dead; the second time, when you are buried, people wear black to attend your funeral. The funeral, I miss your life, and then you are declared dead in society; and the third death is the last person in this world who remembers you and forgets you, so you really die.

Who can remember you, who can remember you, who can remember your name.

Only that part of the soul has faded away, and it seems to have disappeared too...