Prologue (optional reading)
On the morning of April 5, 20**, during the Qingming Festival, Fang Ming was driving a small sedan with an out-of-town license plate on the urban ring highway leading to the Pearl City Coastal Cemetery. As part of the national custom, tens of thousands of people would flood to various cemeteries every year on Qingming and Winter Solstice to pay respects and mourn their deceased loved ones, and Fang Ming was no exception.
However, it was this action of not burning incense in peacetime and holding Buddha's feet in times of urgency that made the originally smooth road conditions worse. Adding to that, the gentle rain during the Qingming Festival caused a considerable number of rear-end collisions and scratches among the locals, making the traffic speed even slower.
Although Fang Ming, a web writer, still had a contract to sign for a physical book in the afternoon, he patiently endured the slow traffic flow, finally escaping the congested highway and entering the equally chaotic surface roads, and eventually found a rare empty spot on the outer edge of the crowded Lingyuan parking lot.
"Old man, old lady, our son is now famous too."
After wiping the dust off the tombstone, he placed the offerings and fresh flowers in front of the cement coffin, sat cross-legged on a plastic mat, and muttered to the tombstone. When his parents were alive, he was not willing to communicate with them, feeling that there was a generation gap between them, and they would quarrel after saying two sentences. But now they are separated by heaven and earth, and even if he wants to talk to them, they are no longer there. As the saying goes, "children want to support their parents but they don't wait", only when one reaches a certain age can they understand the pain of the elderly at that time.
"Our son is getting married at the age of eleven, his partner is a good person. I will bring him over during the winter solstice for you to see. You don't have to worry about our son not having anyone to take care of him in the future."
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Fang Ming wiped away tears he couldn't help but shed as he continued speaking.
"Old man, I'm a Christian, so I won't burn the paper for you. All these years, you've been accommodating me, now just accommodate me one more time. I brought the Bible, let me read a passage from 'The Last Hymn' to you. Only God can enlighten me..."
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Back in the crowded service hall, after squeezing to the renewal window, Fang Ming finally paid for the next three years of usage fees and let out a sigh of relief. He took out his phone and saw that it was already 11:30, he was running late. Fang Ming hastily rushed back to his car, fortunately, the crowd and traffic were no longer as dense as they were initially, but the rain seemed to have gotten heavier.
Fang Ming hastily drove through the ground road, re-entering the suburban ring expressway. His anxious heart didn't notice that his speed had already exceeded 100 yards, a speed that might not be a big deal for other car models, but for Fang Ming's small car, it was already on the edge of danger.
Or he had realized the existence of danger, Fang Ming was just about to slow down in time, but it was too late. The front car suddenly slowed down, and Fang Ming, who could no longer change lanes, could only step on the brakes fiercely. But the distance was really too short, and the small car with inertia slammed into the front car, and under the action of force and reaction, it slid to another lane at an angle, and was hit by a large trailer that also failed to slow down in time.
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"It's over!" Before losing his last consciousness, Fang Ming's face revealed a wry smile. "Having written cross-dressing novels for over ten years, I don't even know if I'll be able to cross-dress myself in the end."
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In the vastness of his mind, a grand voice suddenly echoed with an air of reality and illusion: "As you wish"
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