The girl's skin is delicate and fair, her eyelashes are very long, flickering like butterfly wings, her eyes are clear and she looks young, but there is a kind of desolation and vicissitudes in her eyes that does not belong to her age.
The boy was slightly surprised. He didn't know 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 a little too abrupt, so he scratched his hair and said, "The song you just sang is so nice, it's exactly the same as the original singer!"
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This boy didn't seem to be good at sweet words, and his words were a bit stumbling. Ling Momo couldn't help but smile, and interrupted the boy's voice, "Tell me about you, why do you want to make a living as an entertainer?" [
"Me, my sister and I didn't have parents when we were young. We depended on each other. Although life was hard, we still had enough 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
I just said that 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, my sister was working as a waiter in the hotel this summer.
, suddenly passed out, and the doctor checked and found that she had leukemia. This was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue. First of all, we had no money, let alone looking for matching bone marrow, so we had no choice but to give up treatment. Now I earn money from performing arts.
, I want to rent a warm place to spend the Spring Festival with my sister."
When the boy said this, he paused slightly. After a long time, he added: "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. Many things in this world are unsatisfactory." The boy said bitterly.
"Don't you have any money?" Ling Momo lowered her head and asked, and then said, "But aren't you sad that you gave up her life like this?"
"Sad." The boy replied, "But what can it do if it's sad? It can't change anything, right? At first, I also lived with compassion. I resented God for not allowing me to have a rich parent. I resented why I didn't have rich parents.
I was born inferior to others, and I even thought about dragging my sister to death, wanting to take 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 tilted her head and looked at the boy under the street lamp.
The boy curled up his lips and repeated something with a serious face: "She said, brother, people should learn to be open-minded and live a happy-go-lucky life with the most willing attitude."
Ling Momo sat there, listening to the boy talk intermittently about a lot of things that happened between him and his sister. It was very simple, but very touching, until her buttocks became numb from sitting. At this time, the night was getting deeper and the wind was colder.
, the boy gradually became silent, but shed tears.
The only sentence that kept recurring in Ling Momo's mind was that people should learn to be open-minded and live a life of peace and contentment with the most willing attitude.
In fact, nine out of ten people in this world are living unsatisfactory lives. Rich people have their own troubles, and poor people have their helplessness.
