Mr. He, please respect yourself

This is his mother?

After reconfirming that the name on the certificate was Fang Kui, Song Zicheng cried even harder.

For the first time, he saw his mother's appearance.

Tears fell down and dripped on the old documents, Song Zicheng panicked, wiped them off with his sleeves, and wiped away the tears again, holding back the tears forcefully.

Song Zicheng put away the documents, and the rest were small invoices and receipts. Song Zicheng didn't know what the purpose of his mother's collection of these things was, so he put them aside and opened the small notepad.

A very old, very old notebook, with a cardboard cover, the corners of the cover have been damaged, and when you open it, the paper of the notebook has turned yellow and crumpled, like strips of air-dried cloth, crumpled.

Fang Kui's handwriting was like a child's handwriting, written very hard, crooked, and not pretty at all. Song Zicheng stroked the handwriting on the paper and carefully looked at the blurred content.

"My 15th birthday, today is my 15th birthday. Although I don't know if my birthday is on this day, the new dean sister said that her birthday is my birthday, so this day is my birthday. Birthday. Birthday is a very happy thing. I received this new book. The dean said it was my birthday present. I can also eat birthday cake on my birthday. It was the first time I ate my own birthday cake. Elder sister eats together, very happy, I really like sister dean."

......

Song Zicheng looked at the content and felt sad. This is the notebook his mother kept beside him when he was a child, but who is the dean's sister?How could his mother not even know her own birthday?

Look down again.

"The dean's sister is leaving tomorrow. I cried very sadly, but the dean's sister forbade me to cry. She said that one of my eyes was broken, and I had to protect the other eye. I promised her that I would be obedient. of."

Broken eyes?

Next, Song Zicheng gradually understood from the contents of the notepad.His mother grew up in an orphanage. Due to a serious illness when she was a child, she was blind in her right eye and could only see things within two meters with her left eye.She didn't know who her parents were.

Song Zicheng's heart was heavy.Before Song Zicheng didn't have the courage to ask why his mother's parents, his grandparents, didn't come to him, but he never thought that his mother was an orphan.

Eye circles are red again.

For several pages in a row, the notepad is full of things about the orphanage, such as what food we ate today, what snacks we had, which child celebrated his birthday, and which child was adopted, all of which are trivial matters.

There is a sentence in it, Song Zicheng read it, and couldn't help crying again.

"Today, my good friend Xiaogu was adopted. I'm really happy for her, but she won't be called Xiaogu anymore. Her new parents gave her a nice name, Huang Lingling. I can have one at some time." Nice name? I don't like my own name, Xiao Fang, I don't even have a last name."

There are several pages in a row, all about the orphanage.

For example, Fang Kui picked up a puppy and named it Xiao Bingbing. For example, some people began to volunteer in the orphanage... Song Zicheng read every paragraph and every word very slowly. After seeing the back, there was a new Characters appear.

At that time, his mother was 22 years old.

"This man is so tall. I can't see it clearly. I only know that he is really tall. His clothes smell very good, which is different from mine."

......

"He came again today. I couldn't help but ask Aunt Afu. Aunt Fu said that the man is a son of a rich family who came to do volunteer work. He said his name is Song Suiran."

It was his father, Song Zicheng continued to look down.

"Everyone in the courtyard loves to talk to Song Suiran, and even Xiao Bingbing likes to circle around him and doesn't like to play with me anymore. Xiao Bingbing, you traitor, I won't give you bones in the future."

......

"I was sitting under a big tree basking in the sun, and Xiao Bingbing went to play with Song Suiran again. It must prefer good-looking people, so even the owner ignored it. Now, I can't really see what I look like, I think Become beautiful, like sister Zifen in the courtyard. She wore a long skirt today and stood beside Song Suiran, talking to him. I want to wear it too, and I want to talk to Song Suiran, but I don’t have money to buy a skirt. I don't even have the guts to talk to him."

......

"Song Suiran talked to me!! Ahhh, so happy. Xiao Bingbing, good job, I'll give you a bone to eat! Today, Song Suiran's book was snatched by Xiao Bingbing, and he threw his book at my feet On the other side, he chased Xiao Bingbing, saw the book at my feet, and asked me if the book belonged to him, could I return it to him. I said yes, and handed the book to him. This is our first Once I speak, I am very happy."

......

"Song Suiran didn't come today, I'm very disappointed. Did he not come because he talked to me? No, he couldn't come because he had other things to do. I can't think too much about it."

"Today, Song Suiran still didn't come."

"It's been a week. Song Suiran hasn't come these days. Will he not come in the future?"

......

"Today, Auntie Afu said that she would take three people from the courtyard to Song Suiran's school to give back gifts and thank them for volunteering in our courtyard. I immediately said that I would go. I want to go, and I want to see Song Suiran. "

......

"I'm wearing a skirt today. It's Auntie Afu's daughter's old skirt. Auntie Afu gave it to me. I'm very happy. The blue cloth skirt is so beautiful. I want to show it to Song Suiran. But in the car, I saw that sister Zifen was also there, so she went too.

Xiao Bingbing can't go, it's a puppy, a puppy can't get on the bus, I can only walk with the little red stick, although I don't want Song Suiran to see me holding the little red stick, but there is no way, I want to see he.

When I came to the school, they said that the school was very big and beautiful, but I couldn't see clearly, I just looked at the road.Later, everyone went to a room, and Song Suiran was waiting there. When he saw him, he told me it had been a long time. I was very happy, but later, he kept talking to others and never talked to me again. "

......

"Today, sister Zifen asked me if I liked Song Suiran. I couldn't understand why she would know, but I didn't answer her question. Sister Zifen said that Song Suiran is a rich man. He is handsome, tall, and good at studying. , I won’t like blind people like me... Besides, I’m older than him, sister Zifen told me not to daydream. I’m sad, I can still see, I’m not blind , I just want to talk to him, I didn't daydream...but I promised sister dean, I can't cry...I have to protect my eyes..... .”

Song Zicheng was also very sad, like being pricked by a needle, tears kept rolling in his eyes, blurring his eyes, he was afraid of getting the notepad wet, so he quickly wiped his eyes with his sleeve.

"Today, Song Suiran and his classmates came to the courtyard. Xiao Bingbing played football with them. I basked in the sun and heard them laughing. I felt very happy and laughed with them. A boy watched Seeing me giggling alone, I walked over and threw me a pack of biscuits. I asked him what flavor it was, and he said it was strawberry flavor. I said thank you, strawberry flavor is my favorite. He listened and gave me more One pack, I ate one pack, and saved the other pack for Auntie Afu, Song Suiran’s classmates are good people just like him.”

......

"Song Suiran gave me something!! Today Song Suiran brought Xiao Bingbing over, and he gave me a package. I thought it was biscuits, so I asked him what flavor it was. He said it was dog food, for Xiao Bingbing to eat. , People can’t eat it. I’m a little disappointed, this is the first time he gave me something, it’s actually dog ​​food for Xiao Bingbing, but I’m already very happy to be able to talk to him today. That’s great. Thank you Grandpa Tiangong.”

......

The notepad is missing as far as it is written. The paper at the back has obviously been torn away, and the traces of being torn on the side of the notebook are still there. Song Zicheng looked around and searched for the rattan box, but couldn't find it. Torn paper.

Song Zicheng was helpless, there was nothing else in the rattan box, and he searched the cabinet again, but found nothing, only a piece of paper with a missing corner.

Technically, a card with an address printed on it, and a phone number.

Song Zicheng looked at it for a while, then dialed the phone number on the card, but it was an empty number.

In desperation, I had to put the card away.

The room was empty, the bed was just a simple wooden bed, not even a mattress, Song Zicheng opened the notepad again, and read it carefully.

He didn't realize that there was a figure outside the window, staring at him from beginning to end.