Dream of immigrating to Singapore

I also had this experience: I met a netizen named Happy Meimei in those years when playing QQ was very popular!

It's only two or three years since I met Happy Meimei online. Although there are few chats in the past few years, it is very speculative and tacit!

About 20 1 1 ended, and happy Meimei joined me. She said that her family was in Hanshou County, Hunan Province, and she was a cancer patient. She had an operation and was recuperating at home. She told me that she likes singing very much. She used to work outside with her husband. They often sang. She has been ill for years and seldom goes out to play.

I remember that she fell ill in June 20 12. I asked her if she was ill. She said that she was treating hyperosteogeny in a hospital in Changde. She said that she wanted me to visit her in my hometown. I said I might go back to my hometown in Hunan to decorate my house in July, so I can visit her when I have time. She said yes. A few days later, I decided to travel, but I couldn't contact her many times on QQ, because she didn't surf the Internet and I didn't ask for her phone number, so I didn't contact her when I left. I arrived in Changde on the morning of July 5th. Because I didn't know which hospital she was in, I left Changde and went back to Lixian.

When I was in my hometown, because I was busy decorating my house, there was no computer in my hometown. I haven't contacted her in my hometown for more than 40 days. After returning to Yunnan, I learned that she had gone home; Rest at home.

After that, she joined many groups and sang with the group friends. We almost lost contact, only occasionally meet in the group to say hello. I remember at the end of 13, I advised her not to catch a cold and not to sing in the group, which was bad for her health. She said thank you fellow villagers, will pay attention to, sing a song or two at most; I can see that she likes songs very much.

14, I have a lot of things to do, rarely play computer games, and several groups have retired, so I didn't chat with her. About a month ago, I saw her talking about asking God to accept her. Many netizens left messages for her, and I also stayed: I hope she will get better soon in Yunnan; She also replied to the message.

I didn't expect to contact her when I went back to my hometown, leaving a regret, but she just left.

After half a year or so, Happy and Beautiful QQ has been hung by mobile QQ. I guess it must be her house. Later, I took the initiative to send a message saying that her sister helped to hang it, saying that she had booked it before her death. A year later, a netizen in my happy and beautiful hometown asked me if I deleted her QQ. I said no, she said it had been deleted, and soon I also deleted the happy and beautiful QQ; However, her message in my QQ has not been deleted, and I can still have some memories by browsing the QQ log occasionally!

About eight years ago, high school students held a party to commemorate the thirtieth anniversary of graduation. Someone asked someone, and a classmate called and said that my hometown classmates were going to have a party, hoping that I would go back and attend.

Calculate, the distance is too far, nearly three thousand miles. Of course not the main reason. Or because I have too little contact with my former classmates after graduation. Our high school has been dissolved for more than twenty years. At that time, it was also a poor school, with only two classes in one session. This time, two classes are engaged together. At that time, the academic system was two years, and the second year of high school was divided into classes. So less than one and a half students have been separated for two years. Actually, I was already dizzy.

So, I didn't go back to attend, but some students prepared CDs and address books for me. Before the party, I also wrote a seven-character ancient poem, recalling my study and life 30 years ago, and sent it to the organizer by email. At the meeting, I recited it once, and the effect was good. More than forty students attended, and it was still lively.

QQ group was established. After the meeting, everyone once had a lively conversation in the group. Thirty years later, many things are recalled and enjoyed.

One of the students came back from Singapore to attend. He is the best in the two classes, and he is also very good-looking. After graduating from the second year of high school, he was admitted to a key university, and he was the only one admitted to the undergraduate course that year. Plus repeat students, seven people in arts and sciences are online, and I count as one, just a junior college. Rural high schools in border areas are all at this level.

This classmate, who graduated from undergraduate course, was admitted to graduate school in Beijing. After graduation, I stayed in a scientific research institution in Beijing, married a Beijing girl, and immigrated to Singapore to do business a few years ago. The road to learning hegemony is extraordinary.

This classmate is very active in the group. He has published many articles written by him, and his classmates love to read them. The group was busy for more than a year and gradually became silent. Only one person often complains in the group, or says something excessive. This classmate and the classmate who immigrated to Singapore were actually rivals in love, and they got nothing, but their behavior was perverse and out of reach. If he hadn't intervened, Xueba and the most beautiful female classmate in our class would have had a perfect love. Female students were later admitted to the undergraduate course, and today they have made small achievements.

When we learned the news of Xueba, it was said that he was depressed and jumped off a building in Singapore. He left a wife and two sons. Everyone in the group is sighing, thinking impassability, thinking impassability! Xueba gets along so well that if you don't want to live, you won't live. Look at most of my classmates, who are farming in rural areas or working in cities.

There are more than 50 students' names in the group, about two years. Xueba's name is still in it, and no one wants to delete his name. He used to be the name we often mentioned, and that name was the pride of the dissolved high school.

Or, once again, someone spoke in the group, and I said, group owner, delete the old fat! The dead are gone! The group owner deleted Xueba.

With the rise of WeChat, the little penguin is not very fun.

Three years ago, another classmate in the WeChat group left. My deskmate is also a classmate we have been in contact with since we met. As a contractor, after drinking once, I was accidentally pushed by my drinking buddy and landed on my head, becoming a vegetable. Life is worse than death. More than half a year later, he died at the age of 54. Leaving a young wife with a second marriage and a son aged 13. He had two daughters with his ex-wife. This is the fate of drunkards. What can a husband say?

In the WeChat group, I was silent. Students, no one mentioned Lao Bin's death. A few months later, a classmate living at the bottom was deleted. His name was kept in my address book for two years, and it was deleted after the Chinese New Year!

Life is like this, people come and go, and rivers are getting worse.

There was once a colleague whose wife was pregnant and was about to give birth. One night, he didn't come home and no one answered the phone. His wife thought he was working overtime and didn't answer the phone until after midnight. She was in a hurry and went to the office to find him with a big belly. The light in the office is still on, but her husband is lying in front of the computer desk. It seems that she is crying in the corridor. I have a good relationship with this colleague. Their business office is next door to ours. They often take a walk together after work and sometimes greet each other without driving. They can't help sighing that things are impermanent. They just got married, and before their first child came into this world, he left. Now in our colleague group, although he can't answer any more, no one deleted his WeChat, so he kept it all the time, and it feels good.

If I have to delete it, I will delete my classmate's qq. My classmate died of rectal cancer when he was only 40 years old. I quickly deleted his number, for no other reason. Now that everyone has left, don't be surprised to suddenly see his head on the Internet. Later, I proved that I did the right thing, because he sent a message in our classmate group not long after his number was stolen, so I told him that my classmate died. Don't play this game. I wonder if he received my message. It seems that I kicked him out later.

There is also a female colleague who used to live across the hall from me, and later transferred to the district with her husband. She is not yet 40 years old, and her children have not graduated from primary school. I also deleted her number because of the death of nasopharyngeal carcinoma. I used to be friends with her husband. After her death, her husband may not want to think about the past, and he has no contact with us. I have nothing to do. It's the only way.

One of my brothers died in a car accident last year.

At that time, two cars rushed home at 3 am, driving too fast and uneven. There is a small slope about 10 cm high and 5 cm long. The car lost control and flew out without wearing a seat belt. At that time, the rear car hurriedly dialed 120, and the ambulance did not pull after 30 minutes.

After that night, my friend called me and asked me if I wanted to go to dinner. I said I ate, but I didn't go. I also asked them if they would come, and they didn't come either. If I had stayed, the tragedy might not have happened.

My brother in the car behind me cried and told me that the whole car was not wearing a seat belt, so he flew out. The high-speed isolation guardrail directly cut off half of his head, and the A8 of w 12 was directly scrapped. The speedometer is stuck at 280. The doctor said it was a miracle that the co-pilot didn't die even if the tank was driving so fast. My friend in the car behind said, fortunately, I didn't go that night, but had dinner with my mother, otherwise I would have an accident sitting there.

My brother's family is very rich and prestigious in our place. At 8 o'clock in the morning, the circle of friends was all dead, and he was cremated at 3 o'clock in the afternoon. He wears a hat on his head, and the blood on his ears has not been wiped off.

I didn't delete his QQ and WeChat, just lying quietly in the list, and my head was always gray. When I miss him, I go to the circle of friends in space. When I heard that something had happened to him, I was so sour that I even thought others were joking.

From then on, I never dare to drive fast again. I honestly looked at the speed limit and fastened my seat belt. When I competed with him, I felt stupid. Why didn't I stop him? Sometimes I want to beat someone up when I see him driving too fast. Spending more time with parents is not a bad thing. Maybe it can save your life.

My brother, we are still brothers in the afterlife.

I wonder how friendly you are with your classmates. Deep friendship is hard to delete, but it is estimated that we will never associate again. . .

Tell two true stories around me.

1. My cousin's high school classmate (with real photos) died of colon cancer in 20 16, at the age of 25.

In the winter of 20 16, 10, I just went back to my hometown to test my driver's license. Soon after my sister came back from a visit to A, she told me that no one was there. Some people can't help asking, it's a pity to die at such a young age, and her family, friends and boyfriends all deplore it. . . I asked my sister about her in detail. A likes to eat spicy food since childhood, almost like all Hunan people, but A eats spicy food to the point of madness. My sister said that the most impressive time was that A had a stomachache after eating a super spicy snack, but she had to eat it the second time and the third time. . . I want to ask you what is the hottest thing you have eaten since you were a child? Some people will say duck neck, mutton skewers and so on, but when I was a child, one of the hottest pickled peppers prevailed there, which belonged to altar vinegar snacks. Because of its unique spicy taste, it not only makes some people addicted, but also makes some people stay away from it. This kind of pepper is 0/00 times hotter than what we usually eat. More precisely, it is as good as the recently developed Carolina Death Pepper in the world. Besides A, some students around me have tried bravely, and the result is the same.

Maybe every little makes a mickle is true. An unhealthy diet is the root of cancer. For the body, maybe if you only hurt it once, it will be weakened, and after many injuries, it will eventually surge like a wild animal.

Later, my sister also had her WeChat, which was a miss for her. After all, they grew up together for three years and hit it off very well.

2. The son of relative B.

This relative is a relative of more than four generations. When I was very young, his father drove a car in the city, and all five of his family lived in the town (he also had a sister and a brother). B is about my age, and B's parents respect my grandparents very much. Since I can read, B's father has come to my house many times to engage in a small marriage, which roughly means that grandma is smart and capable, and aunts and nephews are not bad. Although I have known him since I was a child, I don't know him very well, let alone since childhood. B is a very shy boy.

Later, he and I were admitted to county high school at the same time. One Sunday when I graduated from senior three, he came to the class and said that his mother had come and wanted to invite me to dinner. It happened that his sister was there, and his sister invited me again and again, saying that I must go. Yes, I didn't refuse. After dinner, we went for a walk in the nearby park. I am a very happy family of several. Although I am an outsider, maybe his sister and his mother regard me as their family.

In the park, we took some photos together. Years later, what we didn't expect was that someone was crazy and B died.

Of course, I still met B once after the group photo. The summer after the college entrance examination was sunny. He went back to his hometown to do something, and stopped by my house to play. At that time, he was sitting in front of the flat ground, and the sun just hit his face, but I could still see that he didn't like to laugh and was very shy. I didn't expect this to be the last time I saw him.

It was only the first semester of college, and one day I suddenly heard his bad news. The specific reason is that his father was drunk when he came back from school holiday. B drove an excavator to the construction site for his father, but he didn't expect to collapse. . . .

Later, I heard that his mother was insane and crazy. . . . Dad died a few years later. . .

Today, I hardly have any contact information of B, but at the same time I feel sorry for his untimely death!

My roommate,

Jumping off a building after taking potassium cyanide to treat depression ...

He likes Alsace,

Like Chelsea,

I like Germany and Klose.

Eight years later, I often dream that I discuss with him who is stronger, Shevchenko or Klose. I often dream that I will fight with him on the court. I often dream that we climbed to the top of the wow33 Arena together, and I often dream of the happy years when we opened up the Dark Temple and Mount Hyjal.

Qq has long been abandoned by me. Maybe he is on my "brother" list, which is the only reason why I didn't uninstall qq.

I have never told anyone around me about it, and I don't want to disturb him. I hope everything is all right with him!

My real experience.

I met a sunny Hami man that year and graduated from Xi 'an Conservatory of Music with good results. His family is very happy, he has a car and a house, and he loves music and football. He lives a sunny life. He is a famous brand agent on Wen Yi Road. He has a group of positive, fair and successful friends. Because he is a fellow countryman, we had some unforgettable experiences there, and soon became friends, and the communication with him was extremely comfortable. It is rare to have such sunny and positive friends in life.

After the last WeChat call, I was concerned about the improvement of my business and asked me to contact the piano porter for me. Suddenly one day, someone asked me to introduce a reliable musical instrument store and pick it up to call him. This is an empty number. Only to find that we haven't contacted each other for half a year because of busy business. So I went to the music shop of the Conservatory of Music to ask about him, only to know that one day soon after the last phone call, I collapsed on the football field without warning and never got up again. I can't express my feelings at that time, but I know that he is still affecting me because his sunshine is still infecting me.

So I had no other way to express it, so I left a nostalgic message to his WeChat. I think I will spend the rest of my life as he did before his death, not only for his enviable income and lifestyle, but also for myself, my friends and my life.

Wechat has been preserved to this day.

Seeing this topic, I can't help but click in to answer it.

We went to high school together. We all went to high school from villages and towns to cities. We happen to be in the same class, and we usually get along well. I am a girl and he is a boy. We usually go home by car together on weekends, because he is farther than me on the same road. Our relationship became better friends because he liked my best friend, but my best friend didn't like him, at least she didn't want to accept his pursuit. Because my best friend and I stick together for almost 24 hours, we will go out for a walk after school, especially when we study in the evening. At that time, all three of us were resident students. So he always accompanied us around on the grounds that it was not safe at night, but he was too embarrassed to talk to my best friend, so he always talked nonsense with me. (I didn't know he liked my girlfriend at the time) Later he told me that he liked my girlfriend and asked me to help fix it up. Maybe I really think they are suitable and support him. Then we became friends who talked about everything.

Until we graduated from college, everyone worked, and he was still obsessed with my best friend. At that time, my best friend already had a boyfriend, and there were girls who were dead set on him, but he refused to accept that girl because he still couldn't put my best friend down in his heart. Call me often to inquire about my best friend. In fact, after going to college in different cities, the contact is not too close, but the basic situation is still known. Every time I try to convince him, it's useless. It was not until I told him that my best friend had a boyfriend that he finally tried to put it down.

Maybe it's because I gave up my best friend and had relatively little contact with me, but occasionally I would talk nonsense and talk about the recent situation. One day, he said that he would go to my neighboring city on business, and he stopped by to have dinner with me. He was very happy at that time, after all, he hadn't seen him for many years. Of course, it was nice meeting you, just like in those days. We talked about everything. I know, at that time, he quarreled with that girl and broke up, but he still had feelings for her and was determined to get her back. At that time, I laughed at his infatuation and sincerely wished him success.

After about two months, suddenly one day, a classmate Y, who is the same as * * * *, posted a circle of friends: classmate X, have a nice trip! My heart was in my throat at that time! Because I always knew they were close, but I didn't know Y very well, and Y also knew that we had a good relationship. Because I was very upset, I pretended to be calm and sent him a message: Boss X, where have you been recently? The information sank into the sea, and there was no reply all night. At that time, my mind really collapsed, so I got up the courage to send a message to my classmate Y: Do I know your classmate X? He replied to me: hmm. At that time, the hand holding the mobile phone kept shaking, and his shadow was all in my mind. Car accident, rescued for a week, and finally left.

After that, I lost sleep for a whole week. I kept looking through his QQ space and friends' messages on Weibo, and I saw everyone's disappointment and sadness, as well as meaningless accusations.

It is said that there is no pure friendship between men and women. I think we are very pure friendship, perhaps because our feelings in our student days are relatively simple. It has been seven years since he left this world, but I still remember him clearly. I hope he will have no more pain in heaven.

Only this answer reminds friends to drive carefully and cherish their lives. I think I will never delete his contact information.

My best brother, according to our custom, will call me uncle in terms of seniority, which is out of reach, but we have always been brothers. The night before his accident, he quarreled with me at 1 1 and asked me to send a red envelope to the WeChat group. I never imagined that I had lunch at noon and heard the bad news that he was leaving! After chatting in the middle of the night, I went to bed. He listened to music in the car all night. The next day, the car ran out of power, so I used the charger to charge the battery. He didn't have any safety awareness, so he just stood in the water and took the plug-in. He was electrocuted, just ordinary lighting electricity! I left my parents, wife and children. I couldn't stand it every day that summer. Up to now, I dare not face his parents, because we are inseparable and together every day! I haven't deleted the qq WeChat mobile phone number. When I can't sleep in the dead of night, I often look through all his records. I wish it was just a dream, but I woke up fine.