I Will Live As An Actor - Chapter 170

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”

I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.

Mo Dai thought that her blind eyes would never function again in this life,
But God seemed to give her a chance to see the light again, and arranged for her to wear it on the night of her 28th birthday——
She should thank God, really—
——thanks to him for letting her find herself hanging on a tree branch in the middle of the cliff as soon as she opened her eyes,
In the next second, the body fell freely, landed sideways, and smashed straight into the rock;
——Thanks to him for allowing her to transmigrate into the world of a female breadwinner,
To become the “wife head” of a peasant family who is so poor that they can’t get any poorer;
——thanks to him for letting her, an older young woman with little love experience in her previous life, already have a husband,
Thrilling realism of three children (one is three years old, one is two years old, and one is still in the womb);
——thanks to him for letting her know how delicate her popularity is, the relatives are not close, the neighbors are not harmonious,
Husbands, one seems to be a good match, one is timid and cowardly, and the other looks down on her at all.
There is always a goal in life, and the surprise of rebirth is soon broken by the embarrassing reality——
What does she live for? How is she going to live? the
When a timid, soft, waxy kitten-like child’s voice came into her ears——
“Mother.” She looked at the two skinny and obviously sick little carrot heads standing in front of her,
The apex of her heart trembled, although the core in this body was changed,
But the blood relationship is indelible, she has to admit that she has resigned to her fate at this moment——
Ignore her husband’s outrageousness first, and she will work hard to live well for the sake of the children.
She wants to support this poor family for the children. She doesn’t want to be rich, but at least she has to feed the children well. the
Using the little experience and wisdom of the previous life, and occasionally using the cheating abilities,
Be persevering and low-key, act neither humble nor overbearing, earnestly earn money to support your family.
Looking at the children’s gradually rounded bodies and the family’s increasingly stretched eyebrows, she felt a sense of satisfaction from the bottom of her heart. the
She hoped that life would go on so smoothly, but the ideal is beautiful, but the reality is bloody.
She ignored the “little romance” that God has always favored,
The emotional problems that she had tried to get rid of from the moment after time-traveling were gradually revealed.

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They had been together since high school. Together, they faced the cold faces of their parents and the satirical or disdainful eyes of others, started a business and experienced all kinds of ups and downs. When their company was on the right track, Zhishu He was asked to give up his career to stay at home, while Wenxu Jiang gradually changed and began to indulge in merry-making. However, Zhishu chose to forgive him. Zhishu got an incurable disease, while Wenxu Jiang was still indifferent. Zhishu still chose to forgive him. Love had become a kind of habit, which was equal to an incurable disease.

In a peaceful sunny day, Zhishu quietly left Wenxu Jiang and the house in which they had lived for a long time without an advance notice.

Soon he was gone. A man with pure spirit and deep love for Wenxu Jiang disappeared from this world forever…

Sometimes love cannot stand the test of time. Someone will not know how to cherish the love until he loses it…