"Memoirs? What memories? What memories are there at this age? I feel ashamed to even say this word.
You don't have to write memoirs for me, you write for him, you just want to find some material to write into the book.
Aren't there a lot of rumors on the Internet? Don't young people often come to this community and burn incense at my doorstep? It's crazy, he's been gone for so many years.
I have nothing to remember. I can't even remember his face.
There is only one photo with him in it. But the photo is moldy.
What high-tech restoration is it? It's just a redraw of the face.
I won't show it to you. I can't even remember where I put it. Don't worry about how I know it's moldy, it's none of your business.
You don't have a proper job Is that right? What are you doing staying at home every day? Sooner or later you will become like him, you have to go out and find a job.
Don't find a job like his.
Are you sick to ask this kind of question? What do I miss him or not? What does he have to miss? Having a nightmare?
I don't miss him, I don't miss anyone.
I am fine living alone. You are sick, you are all sick, asking such things all the time. Why don't you ask how we searched the place back then? How did we set up the defense? Why do you ask those questions?
I have a home, I have this house, why does a home have to have several people living together, I am also a home by myself.
I spend more time thinking about the dog than him.
I didn't take care of his ashes... No, I just went to pick up a bone , death is the greatest thing. After all, he was pitiful because he had no family to take care of him. Death is the greatest
thing. He is gone, goes to a good place, and will be a good person in his next life. Before you came to collect the ashes, I... yes, I made a more formal jar to put him in. But death is the greatest thing.
When a person dies, he is gone. Everything is gone. It's all in the past
. I don't want to go crazy. I can only stay calm if I don't think about those things. I hate him very much. He lied to me for a long time.
But it's all in the past.
I don't know why I am crying. People are complicated. People just want to cry suddenly. Why the
hell can't I cry? Who do you think you are to judge me? I have judged more people than the people you wrote about. What do you know? Why do you ask nonsense questions? ?
Go back to your hometown and stop pursuing his affairs. Distant relatives like you are basically non-existent. Don't say you are his relative when you go out, and cause trouble for the family.
What is a freelancer? Isn't it just being unemployed? What? How did you stay here? Who told you to live here? Where? When did you rent the house next door?
Go away. No matter how many times you ask me, I have nothing to say. If you want to stay here, just stay.
I don't remember. People's memories are not that good.
I opened the door for ventilation. Yes, I will suffocate you to death with second-hand smoke.
All air purifiers are scams. Don't try to buy me off with a machine. He brought imported things home every day and I didn't... Forget it, I don't remember.
I don't want to say anymore.
...
I beg you to stop asking, just go away.
I don't need you, I can get the tissue myself,
I don't need you. I'm living very well on my own, I don't want anything.
I dreamed about him, dreaming that he was living well, in his new home.
There was a time when I missed him very much.
Don't write this down. Just say it casually.
I wanted to die with him, but it was only a momentary thing, and it was over.
I thought it would be great if he really was Xu Fei.
Then I would give him everything.
If I had fought hard until now, I would at least be a positive X-level.
I can give him everything. "