At the same time, in another timeline.
In a suite in a five-star hotel.
Looking at her husband and daughter sleeping beside her, Xiao He tossed and turned, thinking over and over again about her husband's sighs during the day.
The fat man likes to be in a daze these days, and he mutters to himself some things that make her feel scared when she hears a word of it.
Thinking of the words on the scraps of paper he had secretly found in the trash can, Xiao He suddenly became worried again.
----Maybe I have been too strict with Fatty recently, which has made him feel unhappy.
Hasn't my husband always been heartless and loves watching funny videos?
The fat man who was soundly sleeping had no idea that he had just helped his adoptive father write some relatively em copywriting, but he received an unexpected surprise - his pocket money was about to double!!!
…
Deng Wusheng glanced at the radio on the small table in the rental house. He was making dinner for himself - noodles again.
It has been more than half a year since he graduated from university, and his life and career have just started.
Unlike his peers who like to watch TV programs, his room only has a radio and a single bed.
He was used to turning off the lights in the room after a busy day at work, listening to the radio quietly and watching people and cars coming and going on the street outside the window.
Commercial Radio's sweet skits have already started airing, and recently the quality of its programmes has even surpassed that of Radio Hong Kong Island.
During work breaks, most of the time, colleagues talked about these extremely sweet skits.
Who doesn’t like beautiful love?
But Deng Wusheng knew that these gorgeous scenes and plots were just fairy tales on the radio after all.
Every time after listening to it, he would wake up from the sweet plot and look at the lonely ceiling of his rental house, feeling even more lonely and desolate.
The sweet short drama currently being aired is performed by his beloved goddess Zhao Zhi and singer Xiao Xu.
When the noodles came out of the pot, he looked at the eggs in the basket next to him hesitantly.
Do you want to call one more?
A moment of trance made him stretch out his hand over the basket of eggs and touch the cold radio.
Almost subconsciously, his fingers twisted the radio channel knob in a skilled arc.
The sweetness between Zhao Zhi and Xiao Xu disappeared in the air of the rental house, and the monotonous ringing of the telephone rang in the radio waves.
[The following main text comes from the Internet.]
The phone rang on the radio for a long time before someone answered it impatiently.
The woman sighed impatiently, "I told you not to call me at this time. Didn't you promise me that...?"
A slightly drunk male voice sounded from the other end of the phone.
"Don't be upset, this... should be the last call I make to you."
The female voice paused slightly: "What do you mean? I just didn't promise you, can't you give me more time?"
The man seemed to have figured something out and smiled wistfully, his laughter filled with endless sadness.
After about five or six seconds of silence, a hoarse male voice growled on the phone.
"If one day you get married, please don't forget... marrying you is my lifelong dream!"
The male voice began to tremble, with a desperate affection.
Background music with a hint of sadness slowly sounded.
"My Queen, I... retreat!"
"This retreat...is for a lifetime."
The egg in Deng Wusheng's hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
The most beautiful secret love and confession in college ended sadly. The extremely sad memory was suddenly stripped off layer by layer and exposed nakedly to the world.
The background music gradually became deeper, and a woman was singing in a low voice.
"May the evening breeze blow through my heart and scatter my tears~~"
"Like a kite chasing you."
"I am willing to wait for you forever and keep you with my true love..."
…
"I have no regrets in this life~~Even though we're apart, I still remember you~~This warms my life..."
The singing faded in the rental house, and Deng Wusheng was startled and wiped his eyes.
A little wet.
Before he could get rid of this strange feeling, another woman's voice sounded on the radio.
The woman's voice seemed cheerful.
"Hey, what did the person you like call you?"
The other woman answered happily.
"Of course they call me babe. What about you? What do the people you like call you?"
The woman's laughter grew louder, but it was filled with endless self-mockery and sadness.
"The person I like told me... to get lost, hehe."
The other woman seemed a little surprised.
"So how did you answer him?"
After a few seconds of silence, the voice of relief appeared again.
"I said... I wish you happiness..."
The ethereal sounds of piano and violin rang out, and the man's deep singing voice made Deng Wusheng stunned again with just one line of lyrics.
"Why not assume that sadness comes from nothingness... (Cantonese version of call forwarding)."
"She's gone."
"No."
"She's really gone."
"No."
"I saw with my own eyes that she really left with someone else!"
The man's voice seemed to be unable to suppress it any longer: "No~~! She said she would never make me sad again~!"
The voice of the person trying to persuade him became sharper.
"She lied to you!!!"
The man roared heartbreakingly.
“But I believed it~~!!! (I almost passed out when I watched the video.)”
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