What is the ending of Teacher Zhang and Teacher Zhang?

Chapter 23 (Episode)

Mr. Zhang's wedding was scheduled for 10 in his hometown, and I didn't attend. On the wedding day, Sister Zhang called me and briefly described the scene at that time.

I was preparing my first stage play written and supervised by myself. I was a little busy, so I said on the phone, mom, I know.

Hang up the phone and get into the intense rehearsal again.

After the Spring Festival, my novel Teacher Zhang and Teacher Zhang officially ended. The two protagonists fled abroad, registered marriage, and lived the life of a fairy couple from then on. Everyone is touched, and true love always pays off.

Qingshan sits opposite me with a bitter smile. For each of us, it is a comfort that the two Mr. Zhang Can in the novel have a happy ending.

You also became a popular writer because of this novel. In the final analysis, Mr. Zhang has finally made you.

Now, Qingshan is my agent, helping me negotiate all cooperation business, including various magazine visits. I am considerate and will never let me suffer a little loss.

On the day when the novel ended, Teacher Zhang called me, but he didn't answer. The two of them have already made an appointment, so there is no point in answering the phone.

Speaking of shame, I have lived with Mr. Zhang for many years, but I didn't know that he had sacrificed so much for me. It must be cooperation with Jimmy, misappropriation of public funds, and more forced to pay debts.

If he had shared the pain with me earlier, we could have faced it together. I don't know whether the result will be like today, and I don't want to make any more assumptions. Life can't be repeated, let alone repeated. Today is already like this, why should we expect more?

Mr. Zhang, if you want to marry a woman and start a family, you have to bear this responsibility. If I keep in touch with him, it will be devastating. It's unfair to that woman. If you don't love someone but marry her, it's already harmful. What you can do is to do your husband's duty and minimize the harm.

Later, teacher Zhang sent a short message with only one sentence: I read the ending of the novel and liked it very much. Thank you.

Why do you say thank you? A novel is just a novel, and how to compile a novel has its reasons. People like reading novels precisely because they can hide in them and forget the reality for a while.

Shortly after Mr. Zhang's wedding, Wang Guifeng got married, and I accompanied Song Kai to dress up.

Finally, I persuaded Song Kai not to be a makeup artist for the bride. Attending a wedding is enough to torture people, so why torture yourself so thoroughly?

During the whole wedding, I held Song Kai's hand and felt it, sometimes it was cold, sometimes it trembled. When the bride and groom exchanged rings, he finally stood up and said, I'm going out for a cigarette.

Obviously, I saw his tears.

Halfway through the banquet, the bride and groom sat down to make a toast and say a few words of thanks.

It's our turn to sit at this table. I watched Wang Guifeng and Song Kai clink glasses. Then, as good friends, we hugged each other tightly. Song Kai said with a smile, I wish you happiness.

The banquet was over, and lonely Song Kai accompanied him on his way to Beijing.

Song Kai turned around, suddenly hugged me and cried at the top of her lungs. Zhang Zhe, finally, do we really have to die alone? We have no choice. Life never gives us a choice.

Patting Song Kai, didn't speak.

Everyone is afraid of loneliness. In order to get rid of loneliness, we struggle hard, but in the end, we still live in loneliness. The memories of those struggles may be our last companionship.

Life goes on. I live alone in the house left by Mr. Zhang. Sometimes, I think he never left. He is in the living room, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, on my pillow. He exists in a silent state, giving me strength and reassuring me.

In a blink of an eye, a year passed.

Qingshan said that this year, you have matured a lot and become indifferent. It seems that anyone can get close to you, but no one can really get close to you.

There is still a long way to go in life, and there will be more than one lover in one's life.

I looked at Qingshan and gulped down coke. Now coke has become a part of my life and is indispensable.

I used to think that people are always obsessed with desires, especially physical desires, which are young, sexy, firm, heavy and intense, like an endless cycle, eager for indulgence and orgasm, and then fall into emptiness and loss after orgasm, and everyone is addicted to it.

However, when you really have a person in your heart, it is full, and even every cell has his shadow. You will find that all the pursuit of desire is nothing. I've got what I want most, and my body and soul can't hold anything else.

Qingshan sighed. It seems that I can only give up on you completely and look for other opportunities.

I smiled and continued to discuss with him the creation plan of the next novel.

The following spring, Sister Zhang came to Beijing to see me and stayed for a few days.

In addition to all kinds of hometown specialties, I also brought the news of Teacher Zhang.

It turned out that Mr. Zhang's mother was admitted to the hospital again. I heard this time, it's even worse.

Mr. Zhang gave up photography and used his savings to open a small shop in his hometown to make a living. Obviously, the cost of his mother's long illness in hospital can't be met.

Please, Sister Zhang, please do something for me when I go home this time.

I give her a fixed sum of money every month, and she will try to send it to Mr. Zhang, but don't let Mr. Zhang know what this money has to do with me.

Sister Zhang is very clever. After returning home, she found Mr. Zhang's relatives and borrowed their hands to transfer money to Mr. Zhang to solve the problem of medical expenses.

Since then, Sister Zhang has contacted me by phone every week to talk about Mr. Zhang's mother's situation, and she was relieved to learn that her condition has improved.

Start writing new novels, occasionally chat with netizens and collect materials.

One day, I received an invitation from a QQ friend, but it was Baotai from my hometown. He asked me if I was free and wanted to talk to me on the phone.

When the phone was connected, Mrs. Bao's voice was a little strange. First, she talked about my novel for a while, and then got down to business, saying that my wife died and committed suicide.

After marriage, she gave birth to a daughter for me, and I finally gave an account to my family.

After that, I started surfing the Internet and looking for same-sex friends. From the beginning, I really just wanted to talk and vent my inner anguish and loneliness. But then I went out to get a room and became more and more addicted.

Until one day, my wife turned on my computer, saw my online records and questioned me.

I said, I'm fucking gay. I used to love men. I only married you to have a baby. If you can't accept it, we will divorce.

She said that she loves me and thinks homosexuality is a disease, and she wants to take me to the hospital for treatment. How ridiculous!

I ignored her and continued to have sex with men. Anyway, she already knew, so I spent the night outside.

She quarreled with me and I said I was divorced. She was afraid of divorce, and then she stopped arguing.

Last week, I went out on a date again. The child was crying when I got home. I found her lying there motionless with a bottle of paraquat beside her. I hurried to take her to the hospital, but on the way, she died.

When I came home, I found a piece of paper under my pillow, which she left for me. There is only one sentence above, and I want you to regret it for life.

How cruel! I can't live with peace of mind all my life. I know I'm not human. I killed her. But is this really all my fault?

Hung up the phone, the in the mind can't say what it is. Every gay man is struggling and suffering because he wants to marry a woman. However, has it ever occurred to anyone that the woman who married you is also a victim?

When will such a human tragedy end? I had no answers. Who can give me an answer?

Bao Tai's QQ signature reads: Wife, I'm sorry, I miss you so much.

It's just that does anyone in this world want to say sorry to Mrs. Bao? ...

It's autumn again, the third anniversary of Babaoshan and Yangchunzi.

Song Kai and I, each with a bunch of flowers, walked up the hill.

Song Kai talked about Wang Guifeng, saying that it is fine now. Every week, he will find an excuse to come out with me for a day, eat, watch movies and have sex. At other times, we never contact each other, and I won't bother him actively and let him live a peaceful marriage life.

I don't know how long this life will last. Anyway, I live like this, one day at a time.

Yes, one day at a time, turned to look at Song Kai, although distressed, seems to be the only way.

Go to Yang Chunzi's grave and find someone who arrived before us. A man, holding a girl in his arms, turned and turned again. It's Chao Jiang.

I haven't seen you for nearly three years. Jiang Chaoyue is getting fatter and much older. Seeing us, I was a little embarrassed, and finally I squeezed out a smile with wrinkles in my eyes.

This is my daughter, Koharu. I'll take her to see Haruko. I'm leaving now, so I won't bother you.

Chao Jiang's voice was hoarse and his tone was embarrassed, thinking that I would scold him with hatred.

Don't go, let's stay together and spend time with haruko.

If Yang Chunzi really has a soul, he would like Jiang Chao to spend more time with him. Times have changed, and no amount of resentment can fade away, so forget it.

I carefully looked at the little girl in Chao Jiang's arms with clear eyes. Somehow, she seemed to see Yang Chunzi again. She stood in front of me like that, and her eyes told me firmly that I wanted to love again. If not, I will never find it again. ...

Three adults and a child stood quietly in front of Yang Chunzi's grave for a long time.

Until I say, let's go and come back together next year.

Chao Jiang looked at me with tears all the time. I don't know whether to regret or miss Yang Chunzi. ...

I said goodbye to Song Kai and Chao Jiang when I went down the mountain. I stood on the side of the road and sent a short message to Teacher Zhang, asking, Is it coming soon?

Three days ago, I received a phone call from Zhang Jie and told me excitedly that Nannan was going back to Beijing.

This time, after Nannan's mother was discharged from the hospital, I didn't know which relative helped me pay the medical expenses and went to see Zhang Dajie.

Can the two of them really live forever? I'm just worried that this illegal relationship may break up one day. At that time, South-South will also face the pain of losing the other half like me. I've tasted that smell, and it's terrible.

Zhang Jie said that in today's society, even if you get married, divorce is possible. Whether they can live a lifetime is their own destiny. Let them go their own way.

Later, Mr. Zhang's mother had a long talk with Mr. Zhang, only to know that Mr. Zhang had confessed everything to the girl before she got married. They didn't register at all, just held a wedding. In fact, the girl is just a nanny hired by Mr. Zhang to take care of her mother at a high price, pretending to be husband and wife.

Teacher Zhang, once again, acted on his own initiative. He took on everything by himself and didn't share it with me. ...

I stood on the side of the road and watched Mr. Zhang coming from a distance. The way he walks is still so beautiful. Every step, my eyes flashed a scene that happened when I was with him, sweet, salty, sour, bitter, painful and mixed.

Finally, Mr. Zhang came up to me with a familiar smile and said that I was divorced.

I know. I said.

Where to now?

I don't know. Just leave.

Teacher Zhang took my hand and stuffed it into my coat pocket, as if it were for me. It was so warm.

(finale)