[My English] It's not a problem if you can communicate with your fists

After the little girl was sent away, I sat in the office staring at the chandelier on the ceiling in a daze.

What I did was probably very cruel, telling a child who adores his father that your father is a deserter in straightforward and unadorned words.I don't know if she will hate me or her father, but if I can, I want her to hate me instead of her father.

Even as a deserter, that father did well enough.

The clock on the wall said eleven o'clock.The senior who sent the little girl home came back. Standing at the door of the office, he seemed to have something to say to me, but he hesitated to say it as if he was worried about something.

"I did too much." I didn't look at him, just looked up at the chandelier with my neck up.The pale light was cast into the room from the lighting tools, reflecting the room like daytime. "She may feel that she can't hold her head up in front of others in the future, because her father is a deserter."

She believed her mother's words and firmly believed that her father was a great hero, and I was the villain who told her the cruel reality.

Really ironic.

I used to hate this kind of behavior the most, but in the end, I also became the person I hate the most.

"Miss New Xu..."

The young man lowered his head, as if he didn't want me to see his expression.

"Do you have the key to the financial office?" I sighed, "Can you bring me the details of this month's income and expenditure?" I like to touch the accounts too much. Checking and checking these things are basically left to the trustworthy seniors.

The other party was stunned for a moment, then responded immediately, and then took the income and expenditure details from the financial department and took them back to the president's office.

I took a look at the details.

Not very optimistic as expected.After all, he is a professional hero ranked in the top ten. After the death of Daddy Cheap, the combat power of the Yuki family office has dropped several levels. The income has shrunk by more than half.

Even if only the pension and funeral expenses of a professional hero need to be paid, this month's accounts are in the red.

I think my head is a bit big.

The vacancy in combat power is not as easy to remedy as the lack of internal staff. Let alone whether there are professional heroes who are willing to join the actual manager is an underage office. .

I closed the schedule, raised my head and said to the person standing by the table waiting for orders: "The little girl who was sent back just now... where does she live?"

The young man subconsciously reported a series of addresses, and then he stuttered and asked me if I wanted to find the little girl.

I looked at his expression and suddenly wanted to laugh.

"No one should be awake at this point. I'll walk there by myself. It's not far anyway—don't worry, I'm not here to trouble her. I just want to see what's going on at her home."

Even if I'm hated, I still want to know what's going on at the little girl's house.

The other party couldn't resist me, so he could only pick up a windbreaker from the hanger in the corner of the office and motioned me to put it on, saying that it was windy at night.

I took the windbreaker and tried it on.The clothes are cheap daddy's, probably because everyone is very nostalgic, and they haven't disposed of them after so many days.I'm not short, but I'm not tall, but Daddy Cheap is about 1.8 meters tall. His windbreaker can be worn as a skirt on me, which looks really funny.

The senior also noticed this, with an embarrassed expression on his face.

I smiled at him, and just walked out of the office wearing a windbreaker.

It's just that the clothes don't fit.This windbreaker is cheap, but I feel much more at ease when I go out wearing it, as if the man is watching me from behind.

On the way to the little girl's house, I turned to the bank. The ATM machine is such a convenient device, it is open 24 hours, and you don't have to wait for the staff to come to work to deposit and withdraw money.

I withdrew all my deposits.

I am really ashamed to say that the pocket money given to me by the cheap father is about 7 yuan a month, but I have no habit of saving money, and basically spend it all at the end of the month. Fortunately, I have been participating in the school collective this month. There is not much spare time for the activities, except for the few sets of clothes I bought before the camp in the forest, I basically didn’t spend much money. I still have a little over 5 in my hand.

When I stood at the door of the little girl's house, I checked the time. It was almost twelve o'clock, but the lights in her house were still on.

I knocked on the door.

The person who opened the door was a middle-aged woman dressed as a woman. Her complexion was not very good, her skin was also sickly pale, and her cheeks were severely sunken. Just looking at her made people feel that she was in a bad state.

She looked at me warily and asked what was the matter.My attire is indeed a bit strange. In the middle of the night, if someone wearing an ill-fitting windbreaker appears at the door of the house, everyone will think that I am suspicious.

I slowed down my voice and tried to look kinder: "Can I...can I have a word with your daughter?"

The woman gave me a suspicious look, and finally called her daughter out. Only then did I know that the little girl's name was Xiao Wang.

Xiaowang, hope, her parents must love her very much.

The little girl walked to the door, just saw me, and cried "Wow".She must have thought of what I said to her.

I smiled at the woman apologetically, knelt down and took Xiao Wang's head into my arms, and patted her on the back lightly.

"I'm sorry, Big Sister said such unreasonable things to you, you must be very painful." I don't know how to comfort people, every time I want to comfort someone, the words I say can't achieve the effect I want, "But Xiao Wang, if you ask me to answer it again, my answer will not change...your father is indeed a deserter."

The little girl cried louder.

"Do you think your father is a hero?"

I stroked the little girl's hair with my hand, not knowing whether to continue this topic for a while.

The other party lay in my arms and nodded, then shook his head again.

Still a child after all.

No, not so long ago, I was just a child like her.

I held the little girl's shoulders and forced her to look into my eyes again, "Big sister said that Xiao Wang's father ran away, but does Xiao Wang know why your father ran away? He just wanted to get back to you and your father." Just by my mother's side."

The little girl opened her eyes wide and looked at me blankly.

"Your father is a brave man, but he was timid once for you and your mother."

It's just that his luck was not very good. The first timidity in his life became the only timidity.

"Don't worry about what others say, in Xiaowang's heart, is your father Xiaowang's hero?"

"Dad... Dad is Xiao Wang's hero..." The little girl lowered her head timidly, as if she didn't dare to meet my gaze, "Dad will help Xiao Wang up when he falls, and he will help Xiao Wang when it rains." Take Xiao Wang home with an umbrella... When Xiao Wang encounters difficulties, Dad must be the first one to show up!"

I feel my nose is a little sore.

The woman standing next to us responded more directly. She covered her face with her hands, and a suppressed whimper rolled out of her throat.

Enough is enough.

A voice in my heart told me.

So I hugged the little girl again, stood up, and stuffed the cash I took out into the woman's hand, "This is a little bit of my heart... I know that this little money is really a drop in the bucket for your situation... But I still hope You can take it."

The woman thanked me crying. When I left, she stood at the door of the house with Xiao Wang in her arms and waved goodbye to me vigorously.

I let out the stuffy air in my chest, tightened my windbreaker, and walked towards the office step by step.

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Why write such a serious plot?

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