We met at eighteen, married at twenty-two. At twenty-five, her childhood sweetheart returned, and I proposed divorce.
Someone asked if I was willing to let go. I thought about it and said, ...
However, I am confident.
17 years.
This is the period of rapid development for short videos.
A single video or a single song can potentially garner millions, or even tens of millions, of followers.
Most importantly, I am not afraid of failure.
If all else fails, we can just change direction and start over.
Following the pre-arranged procedure, we walked for more than ten minutes to reach the cemetery. There were quite a few people and luxury cars outside the cemetery. It was clear that although Wang Qian's husband was not recognized by Wang Qian's family, they were still giving Wang Qian face now that he was gone.
Our arrival didn't attract much attention at first, because even when we arrived, we were just gazing at the direction of Wang Qian's husband's grave from afar.
But as people finished their worship and left, our presence gradually attracted the attention of some others.
Who are those people?
"They seem to be looking at Miss Wang's husband's grave."
"Didn't they say that Ms. Wang's husband is just an ordinary food deliveryman? Aren't these people mistaken?"
"There must be a mistake, right?"
"Not necessarily. Look at them, they're so well-organized and clearly highly trained. They must be some extraordinary people. I've heard that some special departments conceal their identities and never reveal them until after death. Could it be that Miss Wang's husband is one of those people?"
"Don't joke around, how could that be..."
"Shh, keep your voice down. Let's hurry up and leave. Whether it's true or not, let's not make wild guesses."
I was quite satisfied as I listened to these discussions.
This is the effect I wanted.
I don't know if you can imagine that scene.
There were about a hundred of us, holding black umbrellas, wearing sunglasses, and staring motionlessly in one direction. Our posture was somewhat intimidating.
Those who are unaware of the situation will inevitably have some questions in their minds.
For example, they were discussing whether Wang Qian's husband had any hidden identity.
Or perhaps, is there some mysterious and unknown past?
In short...
If nothing unexpected happens, after today, people associated with Wang Qian will probably start speculating about who her husband really is.
Even while listening to those discussions, I didn't do anything. I just stood there calmly, holding my umbrella, watching until almost everyone had left before I walked towards the newly erected grave.
Wang Qian remained in the same spot.
She looked calm, but her eyes were clearly red, and it was obvious that she was enduring pain.
"Sister-in-law, please accept my condolences."
After I finished speaking, I took out a somewhat unusual-looking cloth emblem from my pocket and threw it into the ash furnace where paper money was burning. Only after the emblem had completely burned did I straighten up and pretend to shout, "Brother, have a safe journey!"
As my voice faded, the hundred people in the distance straightened up again in unison and shouted, "Have a safe journey."
The shouts were deafening, giving me a strange feeling.
The person lying in front of me at that moment was not Wang Qian's delivery husband, but a mysterious being with an incredible past.
This may be the highest level of acting skills.
Are you even deceiving yourself?
Having arrived here, our work was considered successfully completed, but I didn't rush to leave. Instead, I looked at Wang Qian and gestured for her to rest on it.
"Someone is filming."
I whispered.
Wang Qian nodded slightly, understanding what I meant, placed her hand on mine, and said, "Thank you."
“Sister-in-law, we couldn’t do anything for our elder brother while he was alive, but he will always be a hero in our hearts.”
"Now that he is gone, I hope you can find solace in his passing."
"Our eldest brother will live forever in the hearts of us brothers."
"He will be our lifelong faith!"
We arrived in front of the hundred people. I scanned the crowd and shouted, "Call her sister-in-law!"
"sister in law!"
That concludes the discussion.
The work has been successfully completed.
In the distance, the person taking the photos seemed to be completely dumbfounded.