"Did you know? Xiaofeng's wife jumped into the river and died." The sister-in-law suddenly said.
"When did it happen? I just found out about their divorce a few days ago. Why did I hear that she died today?" I was extremely surprised.
"Just two years ago, on the eve of New Year's Eve. In Shanghai, with her parents."
While sighing, the young woman gradually came to life in my mind.
The first time I met her was at Xiaofeng and her wedding. She is only 21 years old, and she is still at the age when flowers are just beginning to bloom, but she rarely looks happy on her big day, and there is always a touch of sadness on her face. She even hid in her new house and sat there alone before the banquet was over. On the edge of the bed, I saw someone coming to see the bride, and I smiled slightly.
In the following years, because we only returned to our hometown during the Chinese New Year, we only had a few contacts, and we still felt bleak, lacking the vigor and vitality that young people should have. I heard her mother-in-law secretly complain about her incomprehensible style and unkindness.
Logically speaking, the young couple are young, and the parents-in-law are not too old. It is great that the whole family supports them towards happiness. I thought she was introverted at the time, but now I think she was probably mentally ill.
I don’t know why she and Xiaofeng finally divorced. I don’t know what she went through in the more than a year after the divorce. I don’t know how she made up her mind on New Year’s Eve when thousands of families reunited. He jumped into the freezing cold river.
The survivors live in vain, but the dead have long since passed away.
Apart from a sigh, I don’t know how to pay homage to this passing passerby in this world.
