Interstellar: Conquering Crazy Commanders with Food

Chapter 1 That's it for now, my hapless life.

"Mom, I want to eat mochi balls today."

Claire leaned against the head of the bed, looking at the woman who was knitting a sweater in the sun, a faint halo hit the old beige down jacket she had washed, her dry hands were knitting, and the surface of the skin was covered with a layer of tortoise. cracked folds.

The woman raised her head quickly. She put the needle and ball of thread into the bamboo basket, stepped off the cushion on the window sill into the shadows, and walked quickly to Claire's hospital bed.

"Claire, do you finally want to eat?" The gentle voice was full of surprise.

Claire barely held up a smile and nodded, "Well, I seem to smell the aroma of sesame seeds outside the window."

"Yes, the Chinese restaurant downstairs in the hospital sells this every day." The woman stroked her dull, smooth and neat blond hair lovingly, "I'll help you buy it now."

"Mom." Claire's skinny and dark hand held the rough palm due to long-term labor, and she looked at her mother with nostalgia, "Can you let Andrew come over now? I want to talk to him."

"Today is the weekend, and the outdoor goods store's business is pretty good. I'm afraid he will come over in the afternoon."

"How about now, anyway, he is across the street, I have something to say to him face to face." Claire begged, this was her rare unreasonable trouble.

The woman hesitated for a while and then compromised, "Okay, I'll call him and ask him to take half an hour off to see you."

She doesn't want Claire's emotions to be too ups and downs, and most of the time she will meet all her daughter's requirements, even if it will cause her son to deduct most of the day's salary.

Claire let go, and the woman took out a few neatly folded one-dollar bills from her pocket, and walked outside.

She looked at the back of her mother's departure, until the door of the ward opened and closed, Claire did not look back.

This is her fourth year of fighting cancer. Last year, she spent all her family savings. Her mother sold the only house, and her younger brother dropped out of school to work to raise medical expenses for her when he was supposed to be enjoying high school life. Fei, and her father ran away with someone else when she was ten years old, and she hadn't seen him for many years.

Claire pulled out the oxygen tube stuffed in her nose, lifted the quilt, and slowly moved her two legs, which were almost as thin as mummified corpses, to the ground. She took the crutches and walkers beside the bed and moved them to the window little by little.

As early as the second year of fighting cancer, Claire knew that her cancer could not be cured because she was discovered late and missed the best treatment period. In addition to eating a bottle of anticancer drugs worth [-] dollars a month, she also had regular chemotherapy and blood transfusions. The costs required are also prohibitively expensive.

Claire was too afraid of death. She allowed all the pressure to be piled on her mother and younger brother, squeezing their bodies in exchange for the medical expenses she needed to survive, and survived for four full years.

This was wrong, she knew that if she wanted to live again, she should stop this bloodsucking behavior.

A person's life is very long, and Andrew's life has just started. At his current age, he should not go out to work but should go to school to study. The elderly mother also needs to plan for her old life. She can't drag them down.

The sunlight from outside spills in from the windows, falling on the sunflower cushions on the window sill and onto the gleaming white wooden floor.

Claire's nose was filled with the ever-changing smell of disinfectant. She let go of her crutches and walker, and slowly sat on the window sill shaking her legs. She hugged her legs to the window sill. These few steps took most of her strength.

In the basket next to it was a half-knitted sweater, which was a Christmas gift from her mother to congratulate her for surviving the new year.

Claire reached out and touched the warm sweater soaked in the sun, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, she put a farewell letter she had prepared long ago into the basket, then turned sideways and slowly opened the screen window with her hands.

The breeze blows against her cheeks, the aroma of sesame balls is wafting from a Chinese restaurant on the side of the road, and the air without disinfectant is refreshing.

She loves Chinese food culture so much. If she hadn’t been sick, she might have become a chef in a Chinese restaurant. She would have a happy family, and maybe she could raise a dog. Andrew has always wanted to raise a dog and take care of it. A little life is not easy at all, but she thinks she will feed it fat for nothing.

Claire leaned half of her body out of the window, she looked at the sky, the sky was so blue that no trace of white clouds could be seen, and several spotted munnocks flew by together.

"The weather is so nice." She murmured softly.

A gust of cold wind gushed up from the 22nd floor, and Claire's body trembled.

She lowered her head, and her mother and Andrew, who bought the mochi balls, were walking across the street. Their figures walking side by side were so beautiful.

Claire looked at them with nostalgia for a while, and sighed softly, "Okay, let's call it a day, my unlucky life."

She took a deep breath and exhausted all her strength, leaning on the window with her arms and turning her whole body out without fear.

The strong wind whizzed by, she fell straight from the sky, and the warm and broken sunlight surrounded her tightly.

"Claire! No!"

In a daze, Claire heard the exclamation of the crowd, saw the bag of hemp balls that fell on the ground, and the mother and younger brother who were screaming heart-piercingly.

Claire closed her eyes gently, with a smile on the corners of her lips. She was going to sleep in a cemetery full of irises, which would help her lead to heaven.

[To my dearest mother and Andrew:
I know you guys may be sad for a while but I'm so sorry, I can't take it anymore, cancer has turned me from a plump girl to a dark mummy, I have unbearable pain every day and high fever, until now I can't even stand and excrete normally, I can't bear to be so ugly, so mom, Andrew, I made what I think is the best choice for myself, please don't be sad, and Andrew you I must, I must go back to study and help me take good care of my mother.

Finally, stop crying and stop crying, please plant irises on my grave, I will guard you in heaven, if I go to heaven haha.

Goodbye dear mother, lovely Andrew.

Always love you Claire. 】

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The falling process lasted at least a minute, and the expected pain of broken and twisted bones has not yet occurred.

The wind in the ears became milder.

Claire felt something was wrong, she opened her eyes, and the pupils vibrated instantly.

"what."

A khaki-yellow planet almost occupied her entire eyeball line of sight, and the rings of the planet gave off a dazzling light. It hung so high in the sky, surrounded by countless stars.

Claire suddenly opened her eyes, looking at the huge planet in the sky in disbelief.

　Notes for reading: The consistent style of strong men and weak women is not an article about strong women, but a serious love redemption trend that flaunts delicious food.

　　Because I have never read interstellar texts before, all the scientific and technological knowledge in this article comes from search engines.

　　Final article: "The mermaid she raised in captivity is a god"

　　"After Falling in Love with the Supreme God of Light"

　　
　
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