On a peaceful afternoon in 2024, a news item on the internet suddenly stirred up a storm of public opinion.
The headline of the news was strikingly eye-catching—"16 People Jumping Off a Bridge in Succession"—and it was like a bombshell, causing a huge uproar in society.
People were deeply shocked by this. How could young and vibrant lives choose to leave the world in such a resolute way? What kind of despair and pain were hidden in their hearts?
Liu Feng is an ordinary migrant worker who toils every day to make a living.
When he saw the news online, he felt a complex mix of emotions that were hard to describe.
Life is already difficult enough; the only way to survive is to be optimistic and live bravely.
Because there are still people he loves in this world, he wants to spend time with his family and enjoy every ordinary yet warm day together.
However, fate did not seem to favor this hardworking and honest man, and his body was quietly collapsing.
Frequent headaches, like a death knell, constantly assaulted Liu Feng's life.
That day, he endured the pain and returned home from out of town, but dared not tell his family the truth about his condition.
He didn't want to be a burden on his family.
Recently, Liu Feng has been fainting more and more frequently; his body can no longer hold up.
That night, Liu Feng turned on the light in his room and gazed quietly at his sleeping mother and two children. His heart was filled with reluctance, but he had to make a choice.
He gently turned off the light. In the darkness, he stood at the head of his child's bed, tears welling up in his eyes and streaming down his face like beads from a broken string.
Before leaving, Liu Feng wanted to take one last good look at his home and the people he loved so much; their existence had been his only motivation to keep going.
He carefully placed his backpack next to his child's pillow, where he kept his last savings and a critical illness test report, hoping his family could understand his sudden departure.
Liu Feng went to the living room, took out paper and pen, and wrote with trembling hands:
"My children, by the time you read this letter, your father will have already left you and gone to a very, very far place. Please don't be sad, and don't go looking for me..."
"Child, please say 'I'm sorry' to your grandmother on behalf of your father!"
"Bye now."
When he wrote the word "goodbye," an indescribable sorrow welled up in his heart, and tears blurred his vision again.
This "goodbye" means we may never meet again in this life; the tears of blood silently soak the paper.
After finishing the letter, Liu Feng silently put away the pen and paper, and sent a text message to his younger brother:
"Youngest son, I'm entrusting Mom and Dad to you." Then, he turned off his phone and gently placed it on the letter.
Finally, he took one last deep look at his home, a place filled with memories, and felt a surge of indescribable sorrow. He then turned and left, his figure appearing incredibly lonely in the dim light.
He stepped out of his house, facing the gentle night breeze, and hailed a taxi.
"Master, to the Nandahe River!"
The Nanda Bridge stands majestically over the Nanda River, its lights shining brightly in the night.
Liu Feng walked alone on the bridge, looking at the rolling river below, feeling that the scenery tonight was exceptionally beautiful.
Why would someone who loves life so much say goodbye to it? He had always been trying to live with optimism!
He walked step by step, the splitting headache returning. He gritted his teeth, trying to endure the unbearable pain, until he collapsed to the ground, convulsing.
In this deserted night, he no longer had to hide his distorted face, nor did he have to fear his family seeing his miserable state.
"Ouch! Am I really leaving?"
Liu Feng roared, his voice echoing across the empty bridge, as the effects of the special medicine were waning.
His time is running out.
Memories flooded back like a tide, and the bits and pieces of the past few years stirred up waves in his heart, with helplessness and sorrow intertwining to form a heavy picture.
Since the year before last, the headaches have been like a time bomb, exploding in his mind from time to time.
He went to the hospital twice in hopes of finding the cause of his illness, but the doctors shook their heads and said they were powerless to help, only suggesting that he go to a larger hospital for further examination.
However, the monthly mortgage and car loan payments were like two heavy mountains, making it hard for him to breathe.
The pressures of life left him with no extra money to get his health checked.
He could only grit his teeth and persevere, telling himself that he just needed to get through this.
However, the disease did not give him any chance to catch his breath, and his condition worsened.
Each headache felt like countless steel needles piercing his brain, causing him unbearable pain.
He tossed and turned countless nights, unable to sleep, silently enduring this endless torment.
"What have you been doing lately? Why aren't you replying to my messages?" His wife's reproachful voice rang in his ears.
He struggled to open his eyes and tried to explain, "Honey, I've had a terrible headache lately, so I didn't see your message in time."
"Everyone gets sick sometimes, you're just making a fuss!" his wife grumbled.
He sighed helplessly, forcing a smile: "I'm fine now. In another year, we'll be able to pay off the mortgage and car loan. By then, whatever you want, we'll have the money to buy it."
"Men have to work hard to earn money, keep it up!"
He tried to cheer himself up, but ignored the deep weariness and helplessness in his heart.
A year later, when he finally paid off his mortgage and car loan and happily shared the good news with his wife, he received an unexpected response: "Let's get a divorce, right now!"
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