The President's Deep Kiss: The Little Woman by the Pillow

The girl's skin is delicate and fair, her eyelashes are long, flickering like butterfly wings, her eyes are crystal clear, she looks young, but there is a kind of desolation and vicissitudes in her eyes that don't belong to her age.

The boy was slightly surprised, not knowing why the beautiful girl in front of him was so sad, he couldn't help but asked, "You seem unhappy?"

After asking, the boy seemed to feel that he was being too abrupt, so he scratched his hair and said, "The song you sang just now is really nice, it's exactly the same as the original song!"

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The boy didn't seem to be good at rhetoric, and he stumbled a bit when he spoke. Ling Momo couldn't help but smile, and interrupted the boy's voice, "Tell me about you, why do you want to be a performer for a living?"

"Me, my sister and I had no parents since we were young. We depended on each other. Although life was hard, we had no worries about food and clothing. My sister is very sensible. She has always worked to earn money for me to study. She knows that I like music, so my sister Just say, when I grow up and become a big star, she will have a good life." When the boy said these words, his tone was very gentle: "But, unfortunately, when my sister is working as a waiter in a hotel this summer , suddenly passed out, the doctor checked, she had leukemia, this is undoubtedly a bolt from the blue, first of all we have no money, let alone find a matching bone marrow, so we can only give up the treatment. Now I earn money from performing arts for a living , I want to rent a warm place to spend a Spring Festival with my sister."

When the boy said this, he paused for a long time before adding: "Maybe this is her last Spring Festival."

"Then why don't you try to save her?" Ling Momo asked.

"I really want to, but I can't do anything about it. Many things in this world are unsatisfactory." The boy said bitterly.

"No money?" Ling Momo lowered her head, asked, and then said, "But don't you feel sad for giving up her life like this?"

"Sad," the boy replied, "but so what? It can't change anything, can it? At first I also felt sorry for it. I resented why God didn't allow me to have rich parents. I resented why I I was born inferior, and even thought of taking my sister to death, thinking of taking revenge on the society! But then my sister cried and said something to me, which made me feel relieved."

"What did you say?" Ling Momo turned her head sideways, looking at the boy under the street lamp.

The corner of the boy's lips curled up, and he repeated a sentence with a serious face: "She said, brother, people should learn to be open-minded, and live a life of peace with the situation with the most willing attitude."

Ling Momo sat there, listening to the boy talking intermittently about a lot of things about him and his sister, it was very simple, but very touching, until her buttocks became numb, the night was getting deeper and the wind was colder The boy fell silent gradually, but shed tears.

In Ling Momo's mind, the only sentence that reappeared over and over was that people should learn to be open-minded, and use the most willing attitude to live a life that goes with the situation.

In fact, in this world, nine out of ten people are living unsatisfactory lives. The rich have the distress of the rich, and the poor have the helplessness of the poor.