《Guilt》
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Memoirs of a Deceased Husband
I once said I wanted Gu Yi to die.
Later, he really died.
He died in the year when I was at my peak.
It was only after his death that I found out.
His depression could have killed him long ago.
He held on for so long just to wait for me to leave.
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Perfect World
Today, while I was driving, I accidentally hit and killed a person.
The person was crossing the road horizontally and walking very slowly. I honked at him.
He turned his head and gave me a glare, deliberately stopping in front of my car.
F***.
An inexplicable rage surged within me, and I stepped on the accelerator, killing him.
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Spring Remains the Same, People Grow Thin
When I received the call from the police, I was cutting fruit.
The voice on the other end solemnly informed me that Lin An'an had jumped off a building and committed suicide.
I was the last person she contacted before she died.
With a sharp sound, the fruit knife sliced off a piece of my flesh.
Blood gushed out instantly, but I had no reaction.
Lin An'an was my only good friend in this lifetime.
She and I had severed our friendship two years ago.
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Homemade Gun
At dusk, in the dense forest, I was holding a homemade shotgun while my cousin carried two quails.
In the distance, there was a lake. Under the dim sunset, through the leaves, a silhouette could be vaguely seen.
“Look, what's that?” my cousin pointed at the "person" and said.
“Probably night fishing, not moving at all.”
“Doesn't look like a person, it's a bit far, can't see clearly,” my cousin said.
I squinted my eyes and looked closely, indeed I couldn't be sure if it was a person.
My cousin urged, “Fire a shot to check.”
“Are you crazy?”
“It's really not a person, and besides, from this distance, you probably wouldn't hit it anyway.”
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In the end, I fired that shot.
I was "confident" in my shooting skills.
With a "bang," the birds in the forest were startled and flocked away, and the figure by the lake seemed to fall respondingly.
I broke out in a cold sweat, couldn't come back to my senses for a long time, and my cousin was also dumbfounded.
For the first time in my life, I hoped my shooting wasn't that accurate.
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Lover in the Box
Looking at the cremator,
my husband's body turning to ashes in the raging fire,
my six-year-old son looked up, and timidly asked me in a low voice:
"Mom, did I cause Dad's death?"
I squatted down, gently hugged him: "No."
My son clung to me even tighter,
"Mom, did you cause Dad's death?"
I felt my heart contract violently in an instant,
a searing pain spreading throughout my whole body with my blood.
I picked up my son, wiped the tears off his cheeks,
"Also no."
I assured him by his ear.
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