Volume Four, Chapter 23, The Little Girl's Perspective
Seeing this little girl, seeing this little girl who lost her father, Lu Sheng felt deeply sorry for Bai Longqiang's death for the first time. Not to Bai Longqiang, but to the innocent little girl in front of him.
Seeing her eyes, Lu Sheng thought again of his stillborn child whom he had never met, but this time there was no hatred in his heart.
Lu Sheng didn't know if Bai Longqiang had given this little girl fatherly love, but in the environment where she had grown up for nearly ten years, she had undoubtedly been lacking her father's company. She probably lacked the most subjective understanding of her father's true situation. But in
How could a child's fantasy about his father's image be so bad?
The girl's name is Bai Rui, and she has just turned eighteen this year. All her memories of her father Bai Longqiang are still from when he was seven or eight years old.
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When I was young, my father always left early and came home late. I don’t know why. He often left before I woke up and always came back after I fell asleep.
Although he never accompanied me to the amusement park or took me to kindergarten, I remember that every time I woke up, there would always be some more candies and sometimes some more pink dolls beside my bed.
At that time, although my mother always complained about my father, in front of me, she just said that my father went out to earn money for us to buy delicious food.
I don’t know when the candies and dolls beside the bed stopped appearing, and my mother also avoided talking about my father.
Sometimes, strangers would knock on the door at night and yell and make trouble outside. At this time, my mother would always run into my room, and the two of us would sleep on the same bed.
Hug each other tightly.
For a while, my mother always skipped meals, or ate very little, and I didn't see her smile for a long time. Until one night, my father finally came back.
I looked at my dad happily, looked at the candy in his hand, and took my favorite doll from my dad.
My father and mother had been chatting, and I didn’t know what they were talking about. I only remember that we slept together that night, but early the next morning, my mother and I were left alone.
From then on, my mother never mentioned anything about my father again. At night, no one came to smash the door of my house.
Later we moved, and although I didn't know where we were going, I still remember that I drew a big map for my father on the wall at the door, a map where we could be found.
My mother and I moved to a new place where we didn’t know anyone. We lived in a very, very big house, and everything in it was new, except that there were no more candies and sweets next to my bed.
doll.
Later, my mother reversed my father's previous schedule. She would leave after I fell asleep and come back before I woke up.
In this new place, I finished primary school and then junior high school.
There is one thing that particularly impressed me. One Saturday in the third year of junior high school, my mother was uncharacteristically different. She did not put on heavy makeup or sleep at home during the day. Instead, she started to clean up the housework. She did not need my help and worked alone all day.
Clean the room.
But what puzzled me was that after she cleaned up, she suddenly burst into tears and deliberately made a mess in the room she had worked so hard to clean. Then she ran into the bathroom, and it took a long time for her to come out of it.
And when I came out, my face turned into the kind of makeup I hate the most.
Some time passed after that, and at the most critical time when I was reviewing for the high school entrance examination, my mother suddenly asked me for a long vacation from school. She took me back to Meizhou, and the places we went and the people we met, I still remember
Can't forget it.
This time, my mother can no longer use the excuse of working abroad to deal with me, and I will not use this excuse to deceive myself again.
Facing that face lying on the bed, almost unfamiliar but very kind, I knew that it was my father. He was the father whom I looked forward to returning home day and night.
I know that my father was murdered, but three years have passed and there has never been any progress in the case. The bad guys are still at large. Why can't the murderer be caught for such a cruel and vicious incident? Is it because of social concern?
Isn't it enough? Could it be that the person who died was an ordinary citizen?
I didn’t want to go to college, so in the Chinese language test paper of the college entrance examination, I criticized the incompetence of the judiciary. The interests of ordinary people could not be protected. A man was killed three years ago, and the murderer actually escaped from the law under the surveillance of the sky. I will
Angry, I filled up the entire test paper with great enthusiasm. I wrote all the places that could be written. When I finally filled in my application, all I chose was the Judicial College. When the results of the college entrance examination came out, I was not included.
As expected, I failed the exam. I only wrote the composition and got zero points in Chinese.
Of all the high schools in Huangzhou City, no one was willing to accept me. My mother took me back to the county town of Meizhou. The high school here accepted repeat students with low scores like me, and the fee was not high. Although I strongly opposed it, I was still admitted.
My mother scolded me and sent me back to school.
Some time ago, my mother sold the house. I knew that, relying on my mother alone, she would not be able to bear both the academic expenses for my high school return and the cost of that big house. Although I lived there for ten years, from the age of eight to ten,
Eight years old, but it never felt like home to me.
A few days ago, my mother returned to my grandpa's house to see me, and then she was going to work far away.
I have a day off today and can spend a whole day with my mother. In Liang County, Meizhou, no one knows how my mother has lived in Huangzhou for the past ten years.
I used to always think how great it would be if she could wash her face well. Now I know that after ten years, those colors may have become her best protective color.
"When... when... when..."
"Woof...woof...woof..."
The dog barking was accompanied by a knock on the door. Someone was coming. I wanted to open the door, but my mother walked out first.
After a while, my mother didn't come back, and the dog barked louder and louder. Grandpa asked me to go out and see what was going on.
I could reach the door after turning the corner, but my father's name suddenly appeared in their conversation. Instead of going out, I hid behind the wall.
I couldn't hear clearly, but somehow, the man's tone became excited and his voice was louder than before. I could hear every word of his last words clearly.
"I just want to know what is the relationship between you and Song Haoqian, why did he give you a house, and what is the relationship between Song Haoqian and Zhao Shi's family. If possible, I hope you can tell everything you know.
I hope your child’s father will not stupidly serve seven years in prison for someone else, nor will he die in vain.”