Chapter 31 Junyi's suicide note 1

The living are passers-by, and the dead are returnees.

Cultivation of immortals often has to face death. You are not afraid of death, but she is just very unwilling.

She has been mediting and practicing in the quiet room since she was a child. She has hardly gone out. The world outside is so big and wonderful that she has hardly gone through it;

She once loved a person with all her life, but that person did not respond to her. If she could live, she wanted to be selfish. She wanted someone who could love her once with all her life;

She is not a personality that can be put down. If she can live, she wants to become stronger, beautiful, and have a particularly good personality. Let that person regret it and be constipated every day from now on! ( Her personality is still a little dark, and this personality has become particularly good. This goal is estimated to be... suspense).

You are writing a suicide note.

I was dissatisfied with writing a lot. I kneaded it into a ball and threw it all over the floor. The little tiger chased these paper balls around her to play (strongly suspected that the little tiger was a big cat).

She wanted to look stronger and wrote in the letter:

Master, I fed your Linghe Yunxiao the wrong thing that time. I wanted to please it, but I didn't expect that it couldn't eat sashimi. If it ate it, it would be life-threatening. After that, it probably thought that I was going to poison it, so it always looked at me and pecked at me when it saw me. Also, the habitat you stole it However, I stole Uncle's good wine for Brother Mingzhen to drink. Please believe me. I have nothing to deceive you except these two things.

Please believe me, master.

Brother Mingzhen, I don't think I have done anything wrong to you. In this life, only you owe me, not me! You hurt me again and again. The wedding day is enough. I don't think things in the world will be more excessive than that day, but I was wrong. You can still do more excessive things! You have the potential to be a bad person!

From the day you received this letter, I will give you three days. If you don't tell the truth to the master and return my innocence, my soul will curse you every day, follow you every day to make you unlucky, and torture you in your dream! Beat you all over every day!

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"No..."

At this point, Junyi kneaded this letter into a ball and threw it on the ground.

Death is a wonderful topic. No one who is alive knows what will happen after death, and no one who knows what will happen after death will not live. Junyi has a curious attitude towards death, and finally has the opportunity to turn around the world after death (if any), and she is even a little excited (curiosity about death is more than fear, and she has a tendon in her mind).

However, no matter where you go after death, whether there will never be consciousness or there is blackness to bring to hell, wandering in the world or going directly to another world, no matter what, death represents the end, the real end, leaving forever, no longer exists.

She thought: After a while, the master and brothers will forget me. This is the last thing I said to them.

I can only say the last sentence, the last sentence... What should I say?

The mountain wind rolled the paper ball all over the ground, and the little tiger's eyes turned around. She looked at this and that, pounced on this and then quickly. She was so busy that she didn't know which one to chase. You thought a lot. When the night wind shouted and blew, she lit the lamp, spread a new piece of paper, and wrote with a pen:

Master:

Thank you for holding me back, thank you for raising me up, thank you for teaching me with my love. I'm sorry that I can't repay your kindness. I'm sorry that I don't listen to you. I don't know what else to say to you except thank you and sorry.

I know that my apology and gratitude are pale and powerless. I thought there was nothing to say, so I just emphasized my grievances again, but when I wrote the first "thank you", I thought of another thing to thank, and then I wanted another thing... Then I found that I owed this The world owes you so much.

Master, I know that you hate your disciple not to listen to you, but this decision was made after careful consideration. It is no longer an impulse. Please let me be capricious again, for the last time.

I'm sorry.

My biological parents, I'm sorry that I once hated you. Just now, I was still hating you. I hated you for not want me. I hated you for selling me for a few taels of silver (mainly hating you for selling too cheaply, am I'm only worth a few taels of silver?!). I think I will struggle with this before I die.

Mother, thank you for giving birth to me and giving me life. I didn't have a chance to call you. I just want to call you "mother". I don't know if my soul can find you after death. If there is really a bridge or something, I will look for it there. Wait, I just want to call you "mother" and say sorry. I'm sorry to hate you all the time. You selflessly gave me life and abandoned me selflessly for me to live a better life. I'm sorry, I've never experienced your painstaking efforts. I'm sorry.

And my brothers and sisters, I'm sorry to scare you. I can't help but immerse myself in the water tank in the bathroom because the fire-making skill is uncomfortable. I'm not pretending to be a ghost to scare you, let alone want to play a prank, let alone dirty the water so that you can't take a bath.

Although I didn't mean it, the result was so bad, so I'm really sorry.

And I've always been angry with you, and I haven't been responsible for being a big sister over the years. I'm sorry. You have begun to live in my room. There are a few notes in the packed bag in the corner, which are my experience of cultivation over the years. There is a record of the master's solution to my puzzles alone. Let's watch it together. It may not be of much use, but I hope it will be more or less helpful to you. And my books and clothes, take them away if you like them, and sell them if you don't like them.

I'm not a good senior sister. I owe you an apology.

I'm sorry.

When I cremate (the particularity of the world of immortality, it is easy to become a blood-sucking zombie if you don't cremate, so you have to cremate), please put a bag of water in my hand, otherwise I'm afraid that I will be very hot in the stove and I will be thirsty; when I am cremated, and it will be even better if someone holds my hand, hehe, I'm kidding.

When you buried me, please plant a tree on my grave. I'm afraid of heat and hope to shade people.

Burning paper is free, which is quite troublesome and pollutes the environment. If there is a world after death, I will find my own work there and support myself. If you have anything to say to me, talk to me in your heart. I swear, I can hear it all.

I'm really sorry for causing you trouble when you die.

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After writing, you will spread out a new letter paper and write to Mingzhen:

Brother Mingzhen:

Brother, my brother Mingzhen...