Her Sniper

It's finally the day.

Wen Shishi wiped his face, and his hands were slightly moist.

When she met her father, she once thought that he would bring himself to this kind of high-end coffee shop to tell her about foreign anecdotes.

Unfortunately, she expected the beginning, but not the end.

"Poetry."

As soon as Wen Shishi looked back, she saw Mr. sniper standing behind her.

Fortunately, it's an amusement park. There are many masked people performing, so he doesn't look too strange, and no one looks at him with strange eyes.

"Mr. sniper."

"Shishi, don't cry, let's go home."

She raised her head stubbornly: "I didn't cry."

Mr. sniper came to her and said, "well, I didn't cry. My poems are the strongest."

She was dragged forward by him, but her vision had already been blurred by the water, and her voice choked: "have you been waiting for a long time?"

"It's not long. Compared with the past decade, it's nothing."

"Mr. sniper..."

"Well?" He stopped, turned around and said, "what do you want to say?"

Wen Shishi rushed into his arms and hid his face in his arms: "I'm a little sad, really only a little bit."

"Well, I believe only a little."

"I can't believe my own father, how could he be such a person? What did my mother love him for? To give him a baby and lose his life? "

Sniper gently hugged her and followed her long soft hair with big hands. Her voice was as gentle as the breeze: "life is actually a choice. Your mother chose you. She wanted to give birth to you. Maybe it has nothing to do with Wen BoChang."

Wen Shishi's voice was buzzing: "do you mean my mother died because she gave birth to me?"

"Shishi, I think your mother is a great mother."

"Mr. sniper, I killed my mother, didn't I?"

"No, you gave her a new life," the soft kiss fell on the top of her hair, and Mr. sniper's soft voice was in her ear. "Shishi, in fact, I envy you very much. Your mother is willing to give up everything, even her own life, for you. She is a very powerful woman."

Wen Shishi clung to his shirt and his knuckles were white: "Mr. sniper, when I had a baby Will it be the same as my mother... "

"Of course not, because I am different from Wen BoChang, I will always accompany you, accompany you to the delivery room, accompany you to the confinement, accompany you to take care of our children, accompany you for a lifetime."

Wen Shishi finally sobbed, "I have nothing now, I I have only you. "

"There are also children. We will have more children in the future. It's not terrible to lose an irresponsible father. Some things are destined to be lost, but it's not a bad thing to lose them."

Back at the Hilton Hotel, Wen had a full day and night's sleep.

Maybe it's the extreme exhaustion of her body, or maybe the hope in her heart has been crushed at last. She seems to hide herself in a dream and never wants to come out.

She dreamed about her childhood.

Other children have their parents to pick them up. Not only does she not have them, she still needs to wait for sun Sijing to pick her up after school. There is no way, uncles need to keep running for life, one of her elder sisters is only one year older than sun Sijing, less than two years old, but they need to bear the burden that does not belong to her age.

There is always a lot of helplessness in the life of the poor.

Uncles earn money hard, the family's money is only enough to pay a person's spring outing expenses, she can only take the initiative not to go, let Sun Sijing go. She remembers that day very clearly. She cooked several eggs for sun Sijing to take with her, but she threw them into the garbage can directly in front of her face and complained about her shame. Other children brought milk and bread, but she only brought boiled eggs, which she would eat only with local steamed buns, which made her lose face in front of the whole class.

What sun Sijing didn't know was that the eggs she and her uncle had been reluctant to eat were all brought to her.

What else?

By the way, and the night of the release of the college entrance examination.

Her score is the first in the school, teachers and students all cast a congratulatory look to her, with her score, is absolutely can go to Peking University. A few days later, in the eyes of her classmates and teachers, she tore the admission notice of Peking University to pieces. Then she entered the society and began to do all kinds of work to earn money.

She worked as a waitress, worked as an hourly worker, handed out leaflets, wore thick and heavy cartoon doll clothes in summer, and solicited customers in front of the store. At the end of the day, she didn't drink a mouthful of water. She was almost exhausted and could only earn more than 100 yuan.

Late at night when she was eating instant noodles alone, she also thought about it. Would her father one day appear in front of her and take her out of this hopeless life?But fantasy is fantasy after all. She has been living for more than 20 years without parents' love and can only support herself by herself. She seems to be so used to it.

If it goes on like this, it's OK.

The bad thing is that her father finally appeared, but in such an identity, in such a decisive way to completely draw a line with her.

Mr. sniper is right. Not every parent in the world is worth loving.

This sentence of the ancients itself is a false proposition. He didn't count Wen BoChang in it. It's really very close.

Ding Lingling -

a burst of mobile phone ringing finally woke her up from her deep nightmare.

It's a bunch of strange numbers.

She said, "hello?"

"Hello, is this Mr. Sun Keqin's family member?"

"Yes, yes. What's the matter with him, please?"

"He wakes up and says he wants to see you all the time. If you are free, come quickly."

Uncle Wake up?!

Wen Shishi was ecstatic: "OK, I'll go now!"

When he hurriedly changed his clothes and arrived at the hospital, my uncle had been waiting at the elevator entrance for a long time, and his face was full of excited joy: "Shishi! Your uncle, he's awake! Doctors say it's a miracle

Wen Shishi's legs are so soft that she can hardly stand. "Just wake up. I'll go to see him..."

"You are so happy that you can't stand any more. Let me help you..."

My uncle's ward is in the inner part of the corridor. It's the quietest and can let him have a good rest. Now I feel that the decision at that time was a bit wrong. She never felt that the corridor was so long that she couldn't walk there.