Pei Xiao sat alone in the corridor of the obstetrics and gynecology department for a while, hesitating about the future of this child. This might be her only relative...
Thinking of her relatives, she suddenly remembered something, stood up from the bench and ran outside the hospital.
The taxi driver saw her wearing a hospital gown and jumped up. He was stunned for a moment and asked: "Girl, have you brought any money?"
She touched her pocket and said in embarrassment, "I'll give you the money when you get there, double the amount."
Seeing her panicked look, the driver finally showed his kindness and said, "Okay, I'll give you a ride."
She returned home, put on her hospital slippers, and ran upstairs. She took her wallet and paid the fare. The driver was honest and didn't ask for a penny more. He paid according to the meter.
As soon as she got home, she started rummaging through boxes and cabinets, turning over almost every corner of every drawer. After Xi Xiangdong moved here, there were more of his things in her house, and the small space seemed even more inadequate. When she raised her head, she hit the back of her head.
On the cabinet door, it hurt so much that I almost shed tears.
Finally, she sat down on the floor blankly and looked at the floor blankly. Could she not even find the key to go home?
I remember one time Xiang Dong borrowed her key to open the door and asked her what she was doing with so many keys. She didn't explain, because she only had this one thing left on her body when she woke up, and the metal keys were a little burned by the fire.
There was a black patch on the edge.
She was a little discouraged, so she changed out of her hospital gown and leaned sadly against the door to put on her shoes. Then she reached into the shoe box and found a bunch of keys.
She almost cried with joy. She grabbed the bunch of keys as if she were holding on to some hope. She went downstairs and stopped a taxi with her hand, and gave the address very smoothly.
I remember that Xi Wanlai had taken her there last time. Now the familiar alleyway was winding and narrow before her eyes, and the old houses on both sides were densely packed together like a honeycomb.
This is the poorest and most crowded place in the city. She and her mother live in a dark room of less than 30 square meters all year round, never seeing the light of day.
She got out of the car and turned around the familiar old doorway. The mottled walls were covered with colorful small advertisements. The application numbers were dancing quickly under her eyes. The further she walked, the more panicked she became, as if she was trying to catch something.
The feeling of not being able to catch it.
She went upstairs step by step. The stairs were narrow and dark, and the voice-activated light was almost half broken. No matter how hard she stepped on it, it would not turn on. On the left side of the third floor, she saw the familiar rusted iron door. She took a deep breath and put her hand into her bag.
Inside, he took out the almost-roasted key and shakily inserted it into the JIN keyhole.
It was a little difficult, after all, the keyhole was rusty, and the key was a little bent and deformed, so she could barely insert it into the JIN. She tried several times, but couldn't twist it. She pulled the iron grate and turned it with brute force like she was angry.
The key handle made her palms turn red, and just when she was about to give up, the door opened with a click.
She stood there like a fool.
The room was empty, with few pieces of furniture. It was not much different from when she left. This was her home, and she still remembered the location of all the furniture. She stumbled in, her eyes moist, and looked at the almost separate piece hanging on the window.
She walked over to the plain curtains and pulled them open. On the corner of the plaster wall, she saw a crooked line written with a ballpoint pen: One day I will earn a lot of money and buy a big house for my mother.
At that time, she was still childish, thinking that as long as she had courage, there was nothing she couldn't do. Pei Xiao sat alone in the corridor of the obstetrics and gynecology department for a while, hesitating about the future of this child, who might be her only relative.
Already...
Thinking of her relatives, she suddenly remembered something, stood up from the bench and ran outside the hospital.
The taxi driver saw her wearing a hospital gown and jumped up. He was stunned for a moment and asked: "Girl, have you brought any money?"
She touched her pocket and said in embarrassment, "I'll give you the money when you get there, double the amount."
Seeing her panicked look, the driver finally showed his kindness and said, "Okay, I'll give you a ride."
She returned home, put on her hospital slippers, and ran upstairs. She took her wallet and paid the fare. The driver was honest and didn't ask for a penny more. He paid according to the meter.
As soon as she got home, she started rummaging through boxes and cabinets, turning over almost every corner of every drawer. After Xi Xiangdong moved here, there were more of his things in her house, and the small space seemed even more inadequate. When she raised her head, she hit the back of her head.
On the cabinet door, it hurt so much that I almost shed tears.
Finally, she sat down on the floor blankly and looked at the floor blankly. Could she not even find the key to go home?
I remember one time Xiang Dong borrowed her key to open the door and asked her what she was doing with so many keys. She didn't explain, because she only had this one thing left on her body when she woke up, and the metal keys were a little burned by the fire.
There was a black patch on the edge.
She was a little discouraged, so she changed out of her hospital gown and leaned sadly against the door to put on her shoes. Then she reached into the shoe box and found a bunch of keys.
She almost cried with joy. She grabbed the bunch of keys as if she were holding on to some hope. She went downstairs and stopped a taxi with her hand, and gave the address very smoothly.
I remember that Xi Wanlai had taken her there last time. Now the familiar alleyway was winding and narrow before her eyes, and the old houses on both sides were densely packed together like a honeycomb.
This is the poorest and most crowded place in the city. She and her mother live in a dark room of less than 30 square meters all year round, never seeing the light of day.
She got out of the car and turned around the familiar old doorway. The mottled walls were covered with colorful small advertisements. The application numbers were dancing quickly under her eyes. The further she walked, the more panicked she became, as if she was trying to catch something.
The feeling of not being able to catch it.
She went upstairs step by step. The stairs were narrow and dark, and the voice-activated light was almost half broken. No matter how hard she stepped on it, it would not turn on. On the left side of the third floor, she saw the familiar rusted iron door. She took a deep breath and put her hand into her bag.
Inside, he took out the almost-roasted key and shakily inserted it into the JIN keyhole.
It was a little difficult, after all, the keyhole was rusty, and the key was a little bent and deformed, so she could barely insert it into the JIN. She tried several times, but couldn't twist it. She pulled the iron grate and turned it with brute force like she was angry.
The key handle made her palms turn red, and just when she was about to give up, the door opened with a click.
She stood there like a fool.
The room was empty, with few pieces of furniture. It was not much different from when she left. This was her home, and she still remembered the location of all the furniture. She stumbled in, her eyes moist, and looked at the almost separate piece hanging on the window.
She walked over to the plain curtains and pulled them open. On the corner of the plaster wall, she saw a crooked line written with a ballpoint pen: One day I will earn a lot of money and buy a big house for my mother.
I must have been childish at that time, thinking that as long as I had courage, there was nothing I couldn't do.