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[076] suicide note(2/2)

"The reason for suicide is that he is too tired... It seems that his parents kept telling him to study hard, 'We can only rely on you' and so on. Then the tutor seems to have a heavy task to him. Anyway, he is too tired to live... You mentioned in the suicide note, which is to apologize for you, and thank you, that is, his father robs you, and helps his mother find a job."

She then forwarded a news link, and there was also a photo of the suicide note that should have been transferred from the classmate group.

Fang Changan finished reading it in silence, and then read the last paragraph that mentioned himself again:

"Finally, I would like to express my apology and gratitude to Fang Chang'an for being ten years late. My father lost money by betting, threatened with a knife in front of the bank, and robbed you, who was only twelve years old at the time. Not only did you not tell others about this, but you also secretly helped my mother find a job so that I would not drop out of school. Of course, I also have to thank Teacher Cheng and her husband. I still don't know the name... In short, I am now twenty-three years old and I have met all the kind people, teachers, classmates, thank you."

"Thank you. I'm sorry, either."

"In addition, Fang Chang'an, I heard your name from my classmates. At that time, I couldn't believe it was the Fang Chang'an I knew... I have always admired you and envied you. In the first year of junior high school, we had to worry about not having enough living expenses every day to eat, but I only worry and save. You can eat enough or even make money by helping your classmates buy buns. Perhaps from that time on, the gap between us was destined."

"I have tried to work hard with you as the goal. I was admitted to a provincial key high school and a key university. I also went to school while working, received scholarships, and could send money to my family... I tried my best, but I couldn't see the end or hope."

"I'm too tired, let me take a break."

"Thank you for helping me, thank you for telling me many truths when you were the class monitor. I still believe that those words are correct. I believe that my family's life will get better and better. I believe that the motherland will be more prosperous. I just can't see my future."

"I have been curious since I was a child about what death feels like, and I have never had the courage to try. Now, finally, reality has given me such courage."

"Goodbye, this world."

"I've been here, I'm leaving."

On October 10, 2013, Li Xiaoyi's final writing

Fang Chang'an watched it for a long time, but was still a little confused. Some news about graduate students who had an impression of their past lives flashed through his mind. Then, there were also many inexplicable thoughts such as "I believe that the motherland will become more and more prosperous, but I can't see my own future" on the Internet. Then, many inexplicable thoughts such as "capital discipline on people", "trading anxiety", and "how are we forced to move forward by countdown".

In the end, the only thing left was the urge to point at his nose and scold him if he was still alive... But it was obvious that he would never have such an opportunity in his life.

Although there is not much intersection or emotion, it is not very sad, but the familiar person is in his prime and suddenly disappeared like this. Fang Chang'an still feels a sense of indescribable feeling of depression in his heart.

Moreover, his two-life experience, rebirth is equivalent to a re-cultivation, and his thoughts and vision are more profound and broad. From this, he thinks of many things, but even though ancient poetry has a huge industry, he is still powerless to these things.

Development can only be solved by development, and it is not the development of one household or a part of the people.

Some things learned about news such as the century-old revival, industrial upgrading, etc. suddenly became clear at this moment... From this perspective, the path that ancient poetry has taken now cannot be said to have done nothing.

At least the tax paid every year is true.
Chapter completed!
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