The novel My Twin Brother

I made a wish, a wish that can be realized in the world of words.

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2065438+In September 2009, my 93-year-old father was just hospitalized, and we chatted. He said, mom is not good at this, so you and your sister are eight years behind.

I said, that depends on you? /Five years old!

Then it's not me ~/nor you!

If it were me again, it would be five years less and eight years less. What is the difference? /Of course not. Maybe you are a boy.

I smiled. Oh, I didn't expect my father to have this regret.

20 19 10 when my father was in a semi-coma, I spoke in his ear and he nodded every time he said a word.

I said:

Father, thank you and your mother for teaching us to be honest and do things seriously; He nodded;

Thank you for making us so clean; He nodded;

Thank you for living with me for nine years after my mother died; He nodded;

In the afterlife, we are still a family; He nodded;

In the next life, I am your child; He nodded;

I will be your son in the next life. He shook his head ~

This time, he shook his head.

I cried and laughed; Laugh and cry.

02

When my mother gave birth to me, she should have been twins, but unfortunately only one developed, and that one became a teratoma and lived in my body.

When I was eight years old, I played in front of my house. Suddenly my stomach ached, and the bean-sized sweat fell to the ground. Then he was hospitalized and operated on the next day.

Take out two fist-sized tumors and open them. There are hair and teeth in it.

I lay on the operating table and looked at the two tumors myself. What was inside after the incision was said by adults, but I didn't see it. When I grow up, I think of it and regret not taking a look.

When I was in college, I chatted with my girlfriend about this past. My girlfriend is joking, I want to know ta. My name is Fang, and I once quarreled with my best friend. She said she didn't want Fang, and I was going to find Yuan. Haha, at that time, we imagined that ta was also a girl.

03

I like writing since I was a child. From primary school to high school, my composition has been praised by teachers. My dream is to be a writer.

In the year of college entrance examination, the Chinese teacher said that my writing was good, but not outstanding. She told me that it was hard to make a living by writing, and the teacher's lover was a famous writer at that time.

I am doomed not to take the Chinese Department of Peking University as my first choice, but I like writing, which has never stopped for so many years. Of course, what I wrote was not words, let alone creation, and I was moved to find a beautiful record.

About five years ago, I made a decision to start writing, which was a great event in my life, in the second half of my retirement.

So I threw my backpack over the wall, began to make various preparations, began to practice deliberately, and began to look at the sky.

After going through the stage that all pen-writers have gone through, my writing goal is becoming clearer and clearer.

My goal is to make up for my regret with words.

Yes, build a world with a pen, walk in and make everything in that world come true.

My mother died on 20 10. In 20 16, I wrote my mother in 20 16, in which my mother lived with us again.

My niece is the most involved in the play. She cried after reading it. She said that she already believed that it was grandma who opened the door for her when she went home on weekends.

In June, 2020, I wrote "Father's Day, I'll take you home". We asked God for a day off to let my father go home and stay with me in the writing world of Father's Day all day.

The biggest regret in life is the parting of life and death. I think, if I have this ability, I can use words to keep and reshape my life, make up my regrets and express my nostalgia, inherit beauty and share warmth, my pen will have a soul and words will be meaningful.

Well, since my father has this wish, and since I should have a twin partner, I will try my best to fulfill this dream with a pen dipped in the ink of my parents' love and add another brother in this life.

Most of my previous words are realistic, and I haven't written anything I haven't experienced. It's okay to make mistakes in a certain link, but it's definitely not possible to completely fabricate the whole life.

To this end, I admire novel writers who spy on ghosts and gods through the ancient costume palace. I don't know what elements are in their brains.

I only have a sister but no brother, and I don't know what it's like to have a brother. It's really a challenge to let him stand in front of everyone alive!

A great writer once said that when a novel is written in two thirds, the characters in it live. You don't write characters, but characters take you forward.

I was particularly impressed by this passage. Words with souls can really make that person stand in front of the author like a holographic projection. The problem is that I have to write two thirds to keep up with him.

May I? Just try it.

Recently, I read in Tik Tok that people are born after reading their own life scripts. Haha, I will write well. Perhaps, this story has really been rewritten by God, and it has really become someone's next life.

So, on June 65438+1October 65438+1October 9, 2020, I made a wish that I would create a new life with a pen.

May all work together and pray for the realization of wishes!

I finished writing and revising 2021February 19 today, and now I submit the full text.

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My father really wants a boy. On his deathbed, I promised him that I would be his son in my next life.

My mother was supposed to have twins in her life, but one of them became me. This regret has never been mentioned to me.

So I thought, otherwise, don't wait for the next life. I will write about my father's son and my mother's third child with a pen.

The boss is my sister, the second is me, and we are the only ones in the real world.

Is this child a second child or a third child?

At first, I wanted to write about my twin brother, but later I thought I could decide it.

My parents don't care whether this son is the second or the third, but I do care about the big difference between brothers and sisters. This person is very important.

Hehe, I'll make my own decision. I thought about it and decided to choose my brother. My brother is better, even if he comes out a minute earlier. Brother is for worship, brother is for protection.

This is the origin of the novel My Twin Brother, and every sentence above is true. Tell the story first.

one

My name is Fang and his name is Yuan. My mother said I was Fang from the north, and he was Yuan from AD.

He is time, I am space, he is sky, I am earth, he is yang, I am yin, he is round and I am square. Hey, hey, twins, destined to be a man and a woman, earth-shattering, make the gods cry, Ximen Chuixue Dong Fangbubai, two people join hands to run the cow.

My mother said that it is good that our relationship is small and we cooperate seamlessly everywhere, just like shaking hands in my mother's belly before birth and saying that we are happy to cooperate.

We look alike. We can't tell when we look at the same face, but when we look at our movements, expressions, eyes and gestures, we can tell at once as long as we look awake.

When I can climb, I reach out my hand, stop with my hands together, and keep up with my feet. My little brother crawled forward with both hands and feet. My dad said I was a two-wheel drive and my brother was a four-wheel drive.

When eating, my mother fed me, and my little brother pulled Fan Fan into my mouth. If mom feeds him, I will gobble it up.

As long as I cry, he won't cry. I won't cry as long as he cries.

My mother said that he would always take off his left sock and leave his left foot naked, and I would always leave my right foot naked. If there is a grain of rice on my left cheek, she will turn to look at my little brother. He must have a grain of rice on his right cheek, too. It's hard to try.

Sometimes the rhythm is disrupted. When we are synchronized, as long as there are enough people at home, it will be a mess in an instant, crying together, tearing down the house together, rebelling together and peeing together.

When I grabbed Zhou, I grabbed a toy stethoscope and he grabbed a toy pen. Looking back a few years later, the whole thing was reversed. I catch it for him and he catches it for me. Well, yes, later he was a doctor and I was an interpreter.

My parents want to save trouble. Most of our clothes are the same. They are neutral, yellow, gray and green. My little brother grows very fast. I can still wear what is not worn out. I hardly have any pink little girl clothes except the little skirt.

I like going crazy with my little brother. My parents told others that they simply gave birth to two bald boys. I don't think the third child looks like a girl at all.

Anyway, those two troublemakers made a big sister miserable enough when I was a child. If they don't look, they will get into trouble, and if they get into trouble, they will be scolded.

I spoke early and he spoke late. I have a long-term talent for translation and will help my little brother express his meaning.

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According to my mother, when neither of us could speak, once my little brother cried so badly that I couldn't coax him. I can't give milk or water, I can't hold it, I can't push the cart. My mother said, little ancestor, what are you doing?

I was quiet when my little brother cried. My mother really didn't speak, just looked at me. Tell me, little ancestor, what happened to this little ancestor?

Sitting in the middle of the bed, I bowed my head and touched my foot, the left foot.

My mother quickly sat down and looked at my little brother's right foot. She found a small thorn between his chubby feet, which seemed to have fallen from the kang. It hurts. My mother took care of it quickly, and it was not broken. Little brother's crying stopped at once.

We often babble, but my parents don't understand, just watching music. My dad said, what do these two add up to? My mother said it was probably about the past. My dad said, what could they have in the past? My mother said that I stayed with that little place in my belly for ten months.

My dad also said that it is estimated that who will come out first will be discussed for half a year. My brother said, I'll do it I am a man. I'll go out and explore first. As soon as I cry, you will follow me. Sister said, ok? Can you do it? Why don't you give it back to me? I'm worried.

My mom said, well, it's possible. The daughter is cautious and wants to take care of people, and the brother is bold and willing to take the lead. I guess my son kicked himself in the stomach all day.

Haha, we listen to them chatting. Needless to say, the guess is very close. My husband sings a woman in a pleasant manner, which is quite a bit like twins' heart-to-heart.

There is only one thing I didn't guess right. It will always be me, her daughter.

Yes, when we were in mom's belly, we spent most of our time discussing life scripts.

Yes, before we came down from the sky to find our mother, we read the life script and knew our life plan.

Most people are alone, one child is looking for his mother, and we are randomly assigned to twin teams by mistake.

The twins in front are particularly hesitant when reading their scripts, and it can be seen that they really want to give up and queue up again.

They should be people in the opposite direction, that is to say, this is good, that is bad, that is good, and this is bad. If two people's energy is 100, this person takes 80, and that person has only 20 left.

After a long hesitation, I finally decided to set out and listen to them. Nothing, help me when you are good, and help you when I am good. Anyway, one of us will be in good shape. No problem, it can be done.

We held our breath when we received the script, but when we opened it, we were happy. We are so lucky! Did we save the galaxy in our last life?

We should be complementary people, that is, the relationship between Tai Chi and Yin Yang fish. Together, we are a small universe.

Hey! Wonderful! Perfect!

To say that the pattern of boys is still big, people can hold their breath, quietly absorb nutrients in their mothers' stomachs and grow up quietly.

I can't. I'm excited to think about it. Oh, hey, how interesting and shocking it is to travel around the world.

Kick the stomach, it's all light. If my little brother hadn't pressed me, I could have somersaulted in my mother's stomach.

My little brother cried loudly when he was born. No one knows that he greeted me in tears. Come on, come on, we're here ~!

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My little brother is good at math, and my Chinese is also good. He is good at sports and I am good at art.

From elementary school to college entrance examination, his math and physics are standard answers. People are always the first to hand in exams, big and small. The teacher flicked his eyes, brushed a tick, put a bar under the red 100, and then spread this paper on the platform.

Students who hand in their papers one after another don't have to whisper their doubts, don't ask the teacher, just look at his papers around the podium.

I envy and hate, but no matter how hard I try, I just can't surpass the top ten in my class in math and physics. Compared with my little brother, I can hardly touch the edge, and I am in the top three of the grade.

But my Chinese is very good, and I have been praised by my Chinese teacher since I was a child.

Once, in the sixth grade of primary school, it was our class's turn to publish the broadcast draft of the school radio station. I am a propaganda committee member, and I ask the teacher for a manuscript. The teacher was very busy, so I turned my head and said, "Hand in your composition today." The composition of that day was confiscated and the teacher hasn't read it yet.

At home, I can't just ask him about math, nor can he just ask me about my composition. My parents really don't worry about our study once.

It is strange that I can't work out this math problem for a long time. He gave me a few words three times and two times, and I understood. I'm impressed with it.

Later, when I grew up, he told me that I should not thank him, but he should thank me.

He said, tell me once, he will understand more deeply, and remember it again; As long as you teach me, he will master this knowledge thoroughly, and no matter where his eyes are, he can't beat him.

He said that two thirds of his steady good grades came from my audience. Ha, it's really effective.

As for me, I read big books with my little hands, and I don't know why. I never worry about my composition. I never get stuck in it. I never scratch my head and don't know what to write.

My little brother often can't write, but with his clever brain, I will give you a hint and he will understand at once.

When I was in the third grade, I once wrote the composition "Morning". He poked himself in the cheek with a ballpoint pen for a long time. Good morning. Call from 6: 00 to 7: 00 in the morning, get up for dinner, and rush to school. There is nothing to write about such a daily account.

I said simply that you woke up in the morning and overheard your parents whispering and chatting.

On that occasion, he got an A in Morning and was praised by the teacher in the class.

02

He is good at sports. He likes basketball. He is a member of the school basketball team. When he jumped up, the sneakers were very expensive, and it didn't take long for them to break down.

My mother is very open-minded. She buys everything cheaply. She dares to spend money on anything except shoes and glasses. She buys him brand-name sports shoes and gives me the best glasses.

I think his good math has a lot to do with his good sports. Why do you think so? I just think so. He is full of energy, sunshine boy, and everyone likes him.

I also like my little brother, and I am willing to pester him, and he is willing to be pestered by me, because I am always useful. He found out very early that I could make up for him under any circumstances and save the ball that was about to land.

As soon as he got home, he turned around and kicked over a basin of water on the ground. That basin of water really spilled on my feet. What a good exercise! The loss is April.

My dad was surprised and was about to scold him. I said, "hey, take off your shoes first and then wash your feet." What's wrong with your program? " ~"

My parents laughed. "You two." He didn't say anything. Ma Ling took a mop, a towel and clean socks. After that, he looked at me and popped up three words: I'm sorry, we looked at each other and held out our right hand at the same time. Give me five, oh yeah!

There are few times when cooperation is not good, so I am impressed. Once an uncle came home. The uncle stammered, talked to his parents and left.

After watching uncle go out, we looked at each other, and no one said the first sentence, for fear that he would speak like uncle. I said you first with my eyes, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he said I had to go to the bathroom ~

When I was in junior high school, my eyes were nearsighted, I couldn't see the words on the blackboard clearly without glasses, and I became more and more inactive. Clumsy little four eyes and bouncing big boy, one is flying into the sky, the other is drilling into the ground, the other is moving and the other is static.

My mother called him back from outside, don't be crazy and go home for dinner! I don't worry every time. I did my homework well and came back at the right time. There's never anything unusual.

My mother kicked me out of the house. Don't look Do you want these eyes? Go out to play with your brother.

He buys sports shoes and I buy glasses.

Every physical education class exam is especially 3000m, and I'm worried to death. My little brother takes me to run in the school playground. Anyway, every exam hangs so fast. Fortunately, in previous years, physical education class only passed and failed, and his grades were good and bad, so my report card was not as beautiful as it is now.

Nevertheless, besides being able to compare with my brother in Chinese, I am also proud that I am in the school band and I can play musical instruments.

Hehe, he went to the game and I went to the show. Our school's basketball team is great, and so is our school's band.

We have performed in many places, and the most impressive one is the one in the Great Hall of the People. Foreign guests from schools and enterprises have been TV leaders, and many people have seen our performances.

Once, we performed for my uncle in the People's Liberation Army. That year, I was in the fourth grade of primary school, and my program was pipa solo "Shoot Back".

After I finished singing a song, there was warm applause. I walked off the stage and the applause grew louder and louder.

There was only one song on the program, so I prepared this one, but after a while, the croaking applause turned into rhythmic applause demanding return.

The teacher squatted next to me and said, play another one. I'm stupid. What are you playing? Play another Hong Hushui.

I walked back to the stage and the audience immediately quieted down. At that moment, I felt my soul was gone. I wonder who played the lute in my hand.

One sound is wrong, one sound is wrong. The PLA uncle under the stage began to smile kindly. When I finally finished singing the whole song, the audience burst into the same warm applause again.

This time, there was a loving smile in the room, and some people whispered, which startled the child.

My little brother and I have always been the pride of our parents. They were worried about us until the year of SARS.

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In the year of college entrance examination, my little brother studied medicine with my mother, and I studied foreign languages with my father. We got what we wanted. In the college entrance examination, he was the first in science class and the first in my liberal arts class. Our legend of Gankun is said to have been circulated in our alma mater for many years.

/kloc-after 0/8 years old, we probably grew up, and our twin induction is still there, but the gas field of Gankun small universe is much worse. By the time we graduated from college, the myth of our childhood had completely become a legend.

My mother has been a doctor all her life, and she knows the hard work of doctors too well. Before my brother was admitted, my mother talked with him for a night, and the doctor's hard work and kindness were engraved in his mind through a small story.

Walking out of my parents' house, I saw a little more firmness and compassion in my little brother's sparkling eyes.

Dad also talked with me all night. That conversation made me look forward to studying and engaging in translation, which made me even more awed.

Dad looked at the "News Network" being broadcast and said to me, listen to what he said, and start speaking in three seconds. Repeat what he said and listen to his next sentence. Try ~

I thought it was simple, but I didn't understand either sentence. Dad went on to say that there is a kind of translation called simultaneous interpretation. You spoke to him in the same language just now, and he wants to change a foreign language.

Translation is the shuttle between two languages, and both languages should be mastered.

A top oral translator can open an English book, look at English and tell you in beautiful Chinese, just like she is reading a Chinese document.

This is called professionalism! Now that you have decided what to learn, you should try your best to learn it to the top, remember?

02

Our university life is miserable, with low emotional intelligence and poor popularity. We are two bookworms.

I graduated first and worked a year earlier than my brother. That year, my brother was busy writing a paper, and nothing else changed. I have a hobby. I like history, Chinese studies and Chinese medicine.

At first, we all thought he had a liberal arts girlfriend, but later we decided not to.

His western medicine language can only be understood by his mother. When he talks to us, he changes to Chinese medicine. We are happy to benefit from it and let him start classes for free.

For example, he said that blindly eating supplements will lead to nosebleeds, just like adding firewood without water in a pot, which will not burn. Easy to understand!

My mother is a scholar of western medicine. I don't care if he reads more. But my dad showed the courage of an old pedant, listened to him carefully, did what he said, and took pains to pinch his ear.

My father tried to pull my mother with him many times. My mother doesn't care, and she doesn't talk to summer insects.

In the year of internship, my brother told me the story of the hospital, saying that once in the middle of the corridor, a patient suddenly fainted. He stepped forward and held the patient to the ward.

He said the patient didn't look fat, but he was heavy. When he recited it, he remembered his mother's conversation with him when he applied for medical school a few years ago.

Mom said that once, an uncle patient fainted in the corridor, and there was no one except me before and after that time. I hold it, thinking that young people are strong. Come on, I carried it upstairs with all my strength.

How heavy! Just once, I don't know if it was a flash of light or something, but my waist didn't get better, and I didn't get better until I was old. It hurts as long as it rains on cloudy days.

This, in the hospital, is the smallest thing, nothing, unspeakable.

The younger brother said that his mother weighed less than 163, 100 kg, and he was carrying an uncle 160 kg. He couldn't figure out how he was carrying it at that time, and he couldn't say why. I put the patient on my back that day and instantly understood what my mother said that night.

It is not difficult to operate standing for eight hours in a row. Doctors work too hard. The ophthalmologist played by Pan Hong in the movie Middle Age is just the tip of the iceberg.

Not to mention the life and death you face every day.

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As a doctor, my little brother cried in the face of death for the first time, and I was deeply impressed. That time, he cried badly.

I have seen him cry several times in his life. The story behind each time is thrilling. The older he grew up, the deeper he cried, the more painful he was and the more depressed he was.

The first cry was for our small hair and advanced liver cancer.

Too young. It's just the beginning for us.

From hospitalization to death, two months later, he took the initiative to stop taking drugs, and he gave up.

My little brother cried and begged him, shall we win this battle together?

There is no light in my eyes. I look at my little brother and say, buddy, next time!

My little brother told his mother that from the moment I decided to study medicine, I was ready to face life and death. I can accept the accident, but there is nothing I can do. I tried my best to fight the disease to the end.

But, but, I'm not ready to accept giving up. I can't accept any giving up on life.

I don't know what he went through when he was young. What makes him loveless?

My little brother re-examined his great ambition when he studied medicine. It was the first time that he deeply felt the helplessness of the doctor.

He can't prevent healthy people from getting cancer, he can't cure the late stage, he can't prolong the life of patients, and he can't even stop patients from giving up life.

"Do you want me to use it? ! "

Facing the confused new doctor, my mother, who has been an ophthalmologist all her life, said:

Son, do you know how happy I am that every time the gauze is removed in circles, the patient opens his eyes and sees the light again? Do you know how happy I am to see the patient release my hand and reluctantly go home from the hospital step by step?

Do you know how distressed I was to treat children whose eyes were injured by firecrackers every year in those years? Do you know how sad I am to tell a young man that he will be blind forever?

Yes, son, this is the doctor. Every day, when you step into the hospital to face the patient, you have a mission on your shoulders.

At first, I also thought that superb medical skills were the whole task. Slowly, I understand that the best doctor is to prevent people from getting sick, cure minor illnesses, nip serious illnesses in the bud, join hands with patients in the face of serious illnesses, and be full of awe and hope for life while doing their best to accept their fate.

02

My little brother later told me that he was lucky to be a doctor in this life and to meet one battle after another on the battlefield without smoke. He said that his teachers, his colleagues and even comatose patients were all his comrades-in-arms.

They calmly analyze the illness, pay close attention to the changes, and decide the next step decisively ... all this is like a battlefield.

A middle-aged man who has been in a coma feels at home with his little brother after waking up. He said he remembered everything his little brother said to him. The most impressive sentence is, come on! We are sure to win!

In SARS in 2003, my little brother got a medal; During that time, I worried my parents to death.

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My little brother and I got married on the same day. His daughter-in-law is my best friend and my husband is his buddy.

When you are in love, it is earth-shattering, and after marriage, it is trivial.

My little brother and I are twins. He marries someone who can get along with me, and I marry someone close to him. Why don't we do it again? How nice! My brother and I both think it's beautiful.

I never thought brother and sister would be Kun, and husband and wife are completely different!

The result is half, and when the passion is burning, it's great! It's bad if passion doesn't burn!

This unexpected result inspired the cooperation potential between my little brother and me in the early years. They argued with me about fire fighting, and we argued with him about fire fighting. Two pairs of four people never get angry at the same time.

My sister has been abroad, and every year when I come back to look at my brother, I sigh, how fast this day has passed, you are both married.

In the second year of marriage, my mother retired.

My little brother's baby is a girl, my baby is a boy, and both grandchildren can't let go.

Our home is not far from my parents' home, so we can take the children back if we have nothing to do. If my mother wants, she can keep the two children for a few days, if she wants, one line, two lines, or not. In short, it is up to her to decide how to deploy the large troops.

Coincidentally, the two children are a bit like me and my little brother when I was a child. They are very happy together and don't want to be apart.

Make my parents happy. I keep my mouth shut every day and my face shines.

Children are noisy and tired, but lively and happy!

What excites my parents most is that two little babies reproduce the myth of my little brother and me in the original sound. The interesting story of children's thunder language makes my 500-year-old parents rejuvenate, as if going back to 30 years ago.

The old couple put down all their majors and took care of their two children wholeheartedly. Strange, the little granddaughter is quiet with her aunt, and the little grandson is as lively as her uncle.

02

A few years later, my little brother and daughter were admitted to the Chinese Department of Peking University, with the ideal of being a writer. My son returned from studying abroad and studied applied mathematics and financial engineering. His ambition is big data.

My parents' old age is full of our happiness and healing, especially our two grandchildren. Every time I look back on the years, I can hear the hearty laughter of the whole family, which has lasted for 30 years.

The two old people lived happily to be 93 years old. They are healthy, optimistic, peaceful and quiet. No matter where they sit, they often look for each other with their eyes, meet and smile.

Once chasing an old man, I met my little brother's eyes. We looked like our parents and smiled at each other.

Dad proudly wrote down the name and educational background of our family on the genealogy, and was born in party member.

My mother told me before she died that I couldn't bear to part. My father told me before he died that I have no regrets in this life!

final result

In order to make up for the regret that my father confided to me when he died, I gave birth to a pair of twin brothers with a pen. All the above descriptions about my brother are fictitious. Mom and Dad, do you like him?

The following words return to reality.

One year, I overheard a strange and familiar word, "teratoma", which I hadn't heard for decades. Two B-ultrasound doctors chatted while recording: "xx teratoma is dead."

Oh, my God, do teratomas kill people? Teratoma means that the mother should have given birth to twins, but she was stunted and only gave birth to one child. That turned into a benign tumor and was taken out of the uterus by this child. Can it be removed by surgery?

The doctor stared at me in surprise. I said I had an operation when I was eight years old, and it's okay. The doctor said, wow! You are very lucky. Several teratoma patients I know have died, and you are the first one I know who survived. I said, really.

Somehow, that handsome sunny big boy is smiling at me.

"In this life, I can only help you here.

What a wonderful life script. It was finished before the shoot. Maybe next time.

Remember, Ang, you are two people in this life, although I am not by your side. "