A week later, I received a call from Xiao Yu. She told me excitedly that Fatty had finally agreed to marry her and the wedding was scheduled for next Saturday. She hoped that I could attend her wedding. She said that she felt as if I were her own sister, so she really hoped that I could share her joy.
I have finally succeeded, Sister Yanyu. I'm going to become a true master of this city. No one will look down on me anymore. I can hold my head high when walking on the street and can sit in a five - star hotel to enjoy delicacies with ease. I can also go back to my parents wearing gold and silver to share the good news with them, telling them that I'm not inferior to boys at all, and that I'm even better and more promising than boys. Sister Yanyu, do you know how I feel now? I really want to grow wings and fly, and loudly proclaim to the whole world that my dream has come true!
I imagined her beaming with joy as she spoke. I didn't know whether to be happy for her or worried about her.
My mood was sometimes light and sometimes heavy.
Fatty's call never came again. His long - term silence made me even more uneasy. I always had a premonition that something was going to happen, and because of this premonition, I was on tenterhooks all day long as if I had been frightened by something.
Fatty and Liu Yu died of gas poisoning on the eve of their wedding. This explosive news quickly spread throughout the city. The police launched an investigation promptly and finally concluded it as an "accidental death".
The citizens who actively and spontaneously participated in this discussion, after synthesizing many versions of the love history of this ill - fated couple, were more inclined to believe the judgment that their fates were incompatible.
Only I knew the truth. Because the next morning, which was the originally scheduled wedding day, with the fresh morning breeze, the brilliant sunlight, and the breath of the city's resurgent desires, Fatty's text message flew into my mobile phone. The text message had a total of 99 words: I don't want to be sentenced to life imprisonment, so I choose to end it early. Yanyu, if you had detonated the bomb mercilessly from the very beginning, perhaps I could have been saved. Only now do I know that unprincipled kindness is actually a knife that kills invisibly. However, because of this, I love you more. So, I really hope that we have an afterlife.