"Ding ling ling."

I glanced at my phone.

"Xiao Ping."

"What the hell! Are you crazy? Are you sick? Damn it, I'm dating a loser like you, I must have been cursed for eight generations."

"Do you have shit for brains? Why did you post our photo on a short video platform? I'm being cyberbullied now, do you realize that?"

"Are you even speaking human language? Why don't you just die, please, I beg you, go die. What have I gained from being with you for these two years?"

"I used to think you were an honest person, it's fine if your family is poor, I just wanted someone reliable. Now my dad and mom's information has been exposed, just go die already."

"I'm sorry."

"Die! Just die already! Your sister died, your mother died, you should die too, your whole family should die!"

Xiao Ping hung up the phone.

Xiao Ping is my girlfriend. I used to think with my background and who I am, I didn't deserve to have a girlfriend.

But she's different from other girls, she doesn't care that I'm poor or frugal.

Although she mentioned a few times that I don't give her gifts, she never really got angry.

Just a few days ago, she wanted to come to my house to see my dad, I refused, and she got really mad.

I didn't expect her to be like this, but it's okay, someone like me was never meant to have love.

Got off the train.

I still have to take a three-hour minibus ride.

The road into the mountains is rough, the car is driving very unstably. I don't know if it's because I haven't eaten all day, but my stomach feels very uncomfortable, I feel like throwing up.

When I arrived at the village, even though it was already late, the village chief was still waiting for me at the entrance.

"You're back, Xiao Chang."

"How did my dad die?"

"He drank pesticide, right by your mom's grave, when he was found, he was already decomposing."

Upon hearing this news, I didn't cry, just nodded indifferently.

"Hurry up and bury him, he's parked in your yard now, the smell is too strong."

I returned to my small courtyard, feeling a bit unfamiliar.

When my dad was still alive, he kept the courtyard very clean.

Now the yard is overgrown with weeds, long gone is its former appearance.

I couldn't control myself anymore, I knelt on the ground and cried loudly.

When we buried my dad, many relatives came.

They didn't come when my sister died, they didn't come when my mom died, but they came when my dad died.

I knew they were just saving face in front of me.

There aren't many college students from our village. In their eyes, getting into college guarantees a successful life.

I wonder if they would regret it if they found out how bad my reputation has become.

A few uncles and aunts shed a few fake tears in front of my dad's grave, not a single tear was shed.

Then they hurriedly buried him.

Just like my dad did back then, I didn't arrange for them to have a meal.

The difference is, back then they left grumbling, now they pat my shoulder and tell me to mourn.

After everyone left, I sorted through my dad's belongings.

There wasn't anything too valuable, just some cash, a little money in his bank book.

Under my dad's pillow, I found an iron box.

Opening the iron box, I couldn't stop crying.