If there is heaven, I hope my wife will be happy there.

More than eight years have passed, it seems like yesterday.

There is no three-year pain, no seven-year itch, life is always so dull, but I think this is also a kind of life.

I have known my wife for eight years. I am used to her being by my side. I am used to discussing the future without any trouble. Even when she is dying, I hold her hand and send her away the moment I am leaving.

It was not hard for my wife to leave. She even called her elder brother three hours before she left. She was very awake and laughed and said that she was fine and that others didn't have to worry, but she gradually became unconscious afterwards and walked like she was sleeping.

I would say every day around her that this is just a chronic disease and you will definitely survive it. Not only did she believe it, but even if I was sure, even after she left, the medicine was still there. I don’t believe that she left so fast, but you can’t believe many things, and my wife may not believe it either. She just thought she had a sleep, hoping that after she woke up, she would see heaven. There was no pain or disease, but there was only happiness.

My wife has been away for three days. In my memory, there are so many blank days. I just feel lonely when I come and go. After the funeral, I come back and fall asleep. After more than ten hours, I find that there is no dream.

After getting up in the morning, I turned on the computer and looked through the messages from my friends, and couldn't help but cry again. Thank you, my friends, Mo Wu could only say this again and again, as if it was a vulgar word, but if it wasn't like this, I didn't know how to express my gratitude in my heart.

It can be said that your support is my spiritual strongest backing. The time for more than four months is very short, really short, as short as the moment I learned that my wife had cancer.

However, these four months have allowed Mo Wu to re-recognize his life.

There are so many things in life that we are busy overlooking and losing, but what life is, anyone has any explanation, but they only hope and blessing everyone. When you look back, there will be no regrets left.

Life not only has rights, but also obligations. It not only has indulgence, but also requires responsibility. There may be darkness, but you must insist on light in your heart.

My wife has left, and life has to continue. My son is still young. Although he doesn’t know anything, he has become much more sensible these days. During the funeral, I said, Xixi, my mother has gone a long way, and you say goodbye to your mother and let her leave with peace of mind. My son just pulled the spiritual position in my hand and said, "Give it to my mother."

My wife has left and life has to continue. Knowing her parents’ worries, Mo Wu needs to cheer up.

When my wife is gone, life must continue. Knowing the care and encouragement of friends, Mo Wu also needs to use the pen in his hand to write about the people he wants to write and inspire the people he should be inspired. What I have always wanted to say is that whether it is a martial arts world or a playboy, what you see is just relaxation. Maybe you will need a few years to understand other meanings. What you see is only heavy, so you need to adjust your life appropriately. You can experience both the bitterness and happiness, but you can welcome the bright sunshine every day as always. That is what Mo Wu really hopes to see.

Because, hope is in the world.

Next week may need to adjust for another week, and there will be a new beginning in the new year.

Mo Wu once again expressed his sincere gratitude for his friends' encouragement and care.

Finally, the message from a book friend, Sister Lan, ends the chapter and the beginning of the future.

When I was dead, my dear,

Don't sing sad songs for me;

I don't have to put roses on my grave.

There is no need for thick cypress trees:

Let the green grass covering me

Wet in the rain, and also stained with dew;

If you want, please remember me,

If you are willing, forget me.

I will never see the shade of the ground again,

I can't feel the sweetness of rain and dew;

I can't hear the nightingale's throat

Pour the cry in the dark night;

Confused in the long-lasting tomb,

The sun does not rise, nor does it disappear;

I might, maybe I remember you,

I might, I might forget.
Chapter completed!