Novel: Her Night

The pain tortured Yanling all night, and she took a rest at three o'clock in the morning. She squatted and moved to the coffee table in the living room, and took four or five painkillers with a cup of cold water to fight the next wave of pain.

Dongfang has just turned white, the city is still asleep, but this woman is wandering alone on the edge of life and death. The wind of late autumn blew her face, and Yanling shivered. Since her condition worsened, the windows had to be open day and night, otherwise she would be like a dying fish out of breath. She tremblingly lit a cigarette, and the past was filled with smoke...

Eight years ago, Yanling was diagnosed with advanced bladder cancer and was unable to operate. The doctor said that she could survive for up to one year. Maybe God saw that her son hadn't gotten married yet, maybe her strength and optimism prevented death. She miraculously survived for eight years.

For eight years, this serious illness allowed her to see through the warmth and coldness of human relationships and the cold world. At this moment, her heart is cold, sober, and desperate...

Just after the epidemic, Zhao Chenggong went to work in another place, earning money on the one hand, on the other hand Yanling knew in her heart that there was someone outside her husband...

this Zhao Chengcheng became indifferent and alienated when he returned home during the Spring Festival. One day when he was eating an apple, Yanling took a bite, and Zhao Cheng frowned slightly, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes. Yanling knew at that moment, this man changed his heart! A woman's intuition is the most accurate. Love or not, one look can be felt with one movement.

The next thing verified her intuition. One day Zhao Cheng's phone rang, Zhao Cheng glanced at the number, and hurriedly pressed. "Who called, why didn't you pick it up?" Yanling asked.

"Ah! Unknown number, it may be a scam call." Zhao Cheng's face turned red all at once. Yanling knew him too well, as long as he lied, she would blush. At night, when Zhao Cheng fell asleep, Yanling used his fingerprint to unlock. A woman named Bishuilantian chatted with him fiercely.

"Have you eaten my dear? Miss you"

"Hurry back and wait for you!"

Zhao Cheng also gave the woman some big red envelopes 1314, 520, 888...

Yan Lingqing Put down the phone gently,She chose not to be noisy. She was once proud, she was beautiful, and she compromised like this. Tearing the skin will only make each other more ugly, and will only make Zhao Cheng more unscrupulous? At that time she had no room for maneuver. She now depends on him for all her financial resources. She couldn't earn a piece of painkiller, a grain of rice, or a vegetable leaf, not because she was so afraid of death, but because she was reluctant to bear her son, but because she was afraid of lingering on.

When she was not ill, she was in turmoil, and the big things and small things were handled properly outside of home. Zhao Cheng doesn't need to worry about what he wants, and leisurely becomes a shopkeeper. With her hard work and careful management, the days are getting better and better. And a serious illness shattered everything. The relationship between husband and wife for many years is also in the bottles and cans of medicine. On the way to seek medical treatment, there is not much left in the daily tea pouring...

Tears slide over Yanling’s cheeks, Zhao Cheng walks away I haven't had a phone call or a WeChat since. He can escape from this home full of medicine and even decay. That is what a dying talent will radiate, making people palpitating and suffocating.

Yanling dialed her husband's phone, but it took a long time to answer the other side: "Hey, what's the matter, I'm doing work!"

"Oh, my medicine is running out. It hurts badly these days."

"Before I leave, won't I give you five hundred dollars? It's gone so soon, you save a little bit, it's not good to live now". Zhao Cheng was obviously unhappy.

"I transferred the money to the big double, and he said he has no money."

"You still care about that prodigal?" Pop! The phone was up.

Yanling's twin sons are all working in other places. The boss doesn't know what he is doing these years. He asks for money every three days, ranging from a few hundred to a few thousand, without asking. Later, the husband gave up completely. But Yanling couldn't bear it, for fear that the child would go on a crooked road if she had no money. Even if she could not eat or drink, the child was the meat that fell from her body, and she would not give up as long as she breathed.

Grim Reaper was squeezing her scream a little bit, and life forced her to the edge of the cliff. At this moment, she thought of her mother who had been dead for many years, of the carefree years when she was young, of the ice linghua in early spring...

Every day outside is lit up, the autumn sun is shining with diamond-like brilliance, and the sky is deep blue. It was a good day, Yanling seemed to have some strength. I will go to the mall to buy some favorite clothes,If you can't change everything in front of you, can you leave decently until that day? A faint smile appeared on her pale cheeks when she thought of this.

The future of some people is not so long-term. They will not be able to reach it too long in the future. They only seek the best result in the time they can reach.

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