In the name of love

Rendered on Facebook.The younger sister in the company screams when he accidentally spills the teacup he was holding on to her, insisting that he did it on purpose.

"I'm going to get infected! I'm going to die!" the sister cried out to everyone until he offered to resign.

The landlord at the rental office got wind of it, and someone with a cleaning company forced him to terminate the lease.He had to go back to his hometown and live with the only grandmother who didn't know what happened.

He can no longer enter a slightly larger company, because they all require health inspection reports.

His pursuit of his father had almost been terminated as word of him spread in circles in the area.

For a while the boy thought he was going to die.He walked on the street, letting the cold wind make him shiver. He heard them say that as long as he caught a cold, he would die. He hoped that he would get a serious illness and die happily in loneliness.

But nothing happened.A year after those things happened, the child was still alive and well, not even sneezing too much.

So he began to feel a little bit of relief, which soon expanded into joy.

Yes, joy.The child was not crazy, but he felt the will of God.God gave him this disease to represent His love for him, and that was His gift.And he must spread this love to more people.

He changed the pronunciation of his name, moved with his grandmother, and changed various jobs that he had never tried before. In a crowded city, no one would really pay attention to his past, which made it easier for him to find many people who are willing to love him people.

And he has really succeeded in making many people fall in love with him: young people similar to his age, the elderly Ojisang, and some underage teenagers who have been prostituted for many years but look as innocent as a little white flower on the outside.

They all say they love him, and he loves them back equally,

Prosecutor, seeing this, you probably feel baffled why I have to tell such a long and boring story, and how this story has anything to do with your busy and great work.

But please be patient.The child's story is not long, just like his life, it will soon come to an end.

In the summer of a certain year, after the child successfully conveyed his love to someone who was willing to kiss him, he moved to T City and changed jobs again.

That job is a security guard at a youth activity center. '

Yulu held his breath, knowing that the letter had reached a crucial point.Ji Lan's expression was also extremely focused, the black tea on the table did not move, and the coffee in Ai Ting's hand did the same.

In such a quiet atmosphere, Ji Lan changed the letter to the next page.

'At first he thought this job was pretty good, at least the colleagues were nice.

Probably because the guards at the Youth Activity Center don’t need much physical strength. My colleagues are all elderly uncles. On the top is the middle-aged boy of the father of two children.

That child is the youngest among my colleagues.He originally wanted to find someone to love him among his colleagues, but it seems that none of them are like-minded.

Forget it, to be honest, the child is a little tired, that kind of game of loving and being loved, it's good to take a break.

And just when the child was planning to live a peaceful life as a security guard, making tea and chatting with colleagues, fate found him again.

His job is to patrol, the activity center is not big, there are only two buildings, he is in charge of patrolling the west building, the west building has a large open-air platform, just facing the sunset in the evening.

That kid's patrol work always ends here.He would smoke a cigarette, pull up a chair, and just sit on the platform in the atrium, watching the sun go from hot to dim, from dim to dim, and finally sink into the darkness where nothing can be seen.

like human life.

On that platform, the child met himself.

october is the day when the activity center opens a lot of new activities and free educational sessions will start from then, it disturbs the tranquility of the children a bit, because many children come here with their parents, they will be on the ground floor He ran around on the grass, making loud noises, as if he was afraid that the world would not know his existence.

Fortunately, this peaceful terrace has not yet been discovered, and his little pleasure will not be disturbed.

But the good times don't last long. One day, he carried the teapot as usual, and thought of enjoying the peace in the atrium for an afternoon, but there was already another figure there.

It was a little boy, about nine years old, the same age he had lost his father.The little boy was probably jumping rope, but his technique was not ordinary. He would get entangled in the rope on his feet every two jumps on average, and would fall on the courtyard with the rope every five jumps.

He couldn't see it, and forgot that he should drive the intruder away first.He walked over, took the rope, and under the surprised gaze of the little boy, he demonstrated a series of gorgeous tricks beyond his usual level.

He managed to gain the admiration of the little boy, begging him to teach him more.He told the little boy that it was his teacher or his parents who were responsible for something, but the little boy told him the teacher was aggressive, the mother was in a wheelchair, and: "I don't have a father".

Perhaps it was the last sentence that moved him.They didn't have a special agreement at first, but naturally, he came to watch the sunset on Wednesday afternoon, and the little boy came to practice on Wednesday afternoon.At the beginning, it was just pure physical education teaching. The boy called him "big brother", but he didn't even ask the boy's name.

Little by little he knew something about the boy.Including his name is Xiaoxin, Trusted Letter.Including his mother, who broke his leg in a car accident when he was very young, and is now the president of the Women's Rotary Club.Including that he and his mother often quarrel, because the time that mother spends at her poker table is always greater than watching him practice here.

Including this boy, who misses his dead father very much.

After getting acquainted with Xiaoxin, Xiaoxin showed him some paintings.He said that was his "imaginary father". Given the boy's age, his father should have entered middle age, but the "father" in the painting was as young as a boy.Just like in his memory, his father will always be the age who hugged him.

He found that the father in Xiaoxin's painting kept changing, becoming more and more like a certain person.

Become more and more like yourself.

Once he found Xiaoxin squatting by the wall of the atrium, holding chalk picked up from the classroom in his hand, carving something on the wall stroke by stroke.He leaned over and found that it was a family portrait. On the right was Xiaoxin's mother, who stood up from the wheelchair and led the smiling child standing in the center with a skipping rope in his hand.

He looked at the child in the painting, as if he saw another person who used to smile like this.Xiao Xin pointed to the tall and straight figure on the left side of the painting.

"He is my father." Xiao Xin said, but his eyes were fixed on him, "He is my favorite father."

He didn't speak, just squatted down, at the same height as Xiao Xin, then stretched out his arms, wrapped his arms tightly with both hands, and rested his head on his chest.

"You are the best, everyone loves you." He said to the child, ignoring the boy's slightly panicked eyes: "Xiao Xin, you have to remember that Heavenly Father loves you, everyone loves you, and I love you too." loving You."

That night he went back to the church alone, looked up at the figure he once regarded as his father, and cried bitterly.

The boy found his father, who said he loved him.

And he couldn't find it anymore.No one will ever love him again.He could no longer be loved.

The next Wednesday came quietly. Before that, he felt unwell and went to the hospital for an examination.The doctor said that he was likely infected with complications, and hoped that he could temporarily quit his job and go to the hospital for follow-up treatment.

"Otherwise you probably won't live for a few months." The doctor warned him.

The news came like a bolt from the blue, and he had always thought that it would not come so soon.It was late July that day, the sun was shining outside the hospital, and it was steaming, and everyone was walking on the street in good health and happiness.And he would die, alone, in a state where no one loved him.

He was on duty as if nothing had happened, and rushed to the atrium after get off work as if nothing had happened.He wanted to make sure he was loved, at least one boy had said that he liked his father, he liked him.

This time, however, there was no sign of the boy. '

Ji Lan switched to the next page, which was the last page of the entire letter.Yulu looked up at Ai Ting, and found that his eyes were also staring at the letter, and the three of them read the final ending of the story together.

' He felt anxious and panicked at the same time.

Did he scare him?Because he embraces his relationship?Or did he know?Who told the boy who loved him about his past, so the boy changed his mind and didn't like him anymore?

At this time, it was raining heavily, and he went back to the guard room to change his clothes, and continued to look for the boy.

He found the classroom from outside the classroom, from the end of the corridor to the end of the corridor, and finally found the toilet. He thought his boy was hiding from the rain in it, but no, it was empty inside, and his heart seemed to be empty. Can't do it.

He suddenly didn't have the energy to look for someone again, he sat down under the toilet in the bathroom, lit a cigarette, and let the smell of nicotine and tar drown his thoughts.

He didn't wake up until there was another sound at the toilet door.Something broke into the toilet like him, but that person was not the boy he was waiting for, willing to love him, but another colleague whose name he couldn't remember.

What happened next was very vague in his memory, like a dream.

He remembered that in the dream, a man came from the toilet next door