Slice of Life

The day I found out I had cancer.

He Wei frowned and said coldly to me, “Do you think anyone would be sad if you died? No one would feel bad about it.”

I said, “Whatever.”

Then I sincerely wished him, “I hope you’ll do as you say.”

After all, the year my brother died saving me, everyone looked at me and said:

“Why wasn’t it you who died?”

Later, I stood on the rooftop of the abandoned building where my brother passed away and jumped off.

But He Wei, why were you crying?

Dad fell down this morning and died. We put his body in the Refrigerator, and didn’t tell anyone.

The next day, his Pension was paid as usual.

Eight thousand yuan. Enough for us to get by until next month.

Dad, would you forgive us for doing this?

My wife’s illness has gotten worse, your granddaughter is only three, and everywhere we turn, we need money.

And I’ve been unemployed for eight months. The mortgage on the unfinished apartment is 3,800 yuan a month.

I’ve heard that getting caught for claiming someone else’s Pension is only a matter of time. I know.

But if the day I end up in prison could be postponed a little longer, just a little longer, I’m slowly preparing myself for it in my heart.

The day I gave birth, the situation was critical.

I begged Zhang Shuai to sign the consent form for a C-section, but his mother wouldn’t allow it.

Through the door, he shouted anxiously, “Zhaozhao, try a little harder, you can definitely give birth naturally.”

In the end, I suffered an amniotic fluid embolism and both mother and child died.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back at fifteen.

Zhang Shuai stopped me at the entrance of the village: “Zhaozhao, I heard you’re going to Vocational School too?”

Ever since Huo Yu married me,

his son has been making a fuss nonstop.

“Bad Woman won’t let me eat!”

“She won’t let the butler tell me bedtime stories!”

“Daddy, she bullies me every day, wuwuwu…”

Huo Yu was used to his son’s unreasonable tantrums and didn’t pay much attention.

Until one day, he suddenly realized it had been half a month since he last received a complaint call.

Huo Yu found it rather odd.

After finishing work that evening, he took the initiative to call his son to coax him to sleep.

Unexpectedly, his usually clingy son seemed uninterested.

“Daddy, go to bed early. There’s a ton of stuff to do at kindergarten tomorrow.”

Huo Yu:?

In the first year after my divorce, I announced my retirement from the scene.

Everyone said I had gone mad after being abandoned by Lu Xiao.

Until one day, a Wish Blogger’s video shot to the top of the trending searches.

My video was split into seven episodes.

Those were the last fragments of my life, flashing by like a carousel.

The title of the first episode was:

[By the time you see this video, I will already be gone.]

On the third day after being diagnosed with Stomach Cancer, I chose a grave for myself.

They say the feng shui is especially good.

It’s supposed to bless me so that in my next life, I won’t be the real daughter everyone despises.

No one will steal my parents, my brother, or everything else from me.

No longer… unloved.

I burned my photos and clothes, erased every trace of my existence.

Then I slit my wrists, lay down in the bathtub, and waited peacefully for death.

But then the Cemetery Center suddenly called me:

“Miss Lu, we’re terribly sorry.”

“Two Agents accidentally sold the same plot.”

“This grave was also sold to another gentleman.”

“Would you… mind moving your grave?”

At the premiere of the film “Huaian,” director Chen Huaixu said he had spent twelve years preparing for it-a belated promise to someone.

A reporter asked, “Someone very important, right?”

He joked self-deprecatingly, “A liar I’ll never forget.”

Later, my past was completely exposed, and netizens went crazy shipping our expired romance.

He held me, sobbing so hard he could barely speak:

“Qi An, I’ve saved up many millions by now. Would you consider me for a second marriage?”

My parents divorced, and neither of them wanted me.

My grandmother raised me all by herself. When I got accepted into a top university, my parents suddenly started fighting over me again.

They didn’t know that when my grandmother passed away, all she had was fifty yuan, pieced together from a handful of small change.

She told me to buy more meat to eat.

She died alone in the old house, with no one to care for her in her final years.

The originally peaceful Baiyu University Town in Jiang City has become tightly linked to the fates of Lin Chunzhao and Han Zhang due to a series of murder cases.

On the night of my birthday, my boyfriend said he had to work overtime.

But his childhood sweetheart just posted a selfie on her WeChat Moments, holding his arm, with the caption: “No matter when, my brother will drop everything to come find me, hehe.”

My eyes burned and I couldn’t help but comment:

“What the hell are you giggling about?”