The truth is revealed, translated by Zhang Bao

When we arrived in Sun City, the sun had just risen. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoAfter a long and bumpy journey, we were already a little and exhausted. We came to the restaurant and ordered some of the most delicious food. At this point, I saw a middle-aged man at his workbench reading an old magazine. It was he who brought back my vivid memories of the past. Suddenly, my vision was clouded by those sins and depravities. I chewed my food slowly, my mind rolling, and the old scene came back to me.

"Let her go!" the mother screamed. I was in danger, my face was pale, but my heart was pounding like a drum. I closed my eyes, and when I heard the gunshots, I covered my ears. I looked around, and she was holding her breath hard. "Stay away from that person...... He's dangerous!" she said unconsciously, then collapsed beside me. It's been four years since that tragedy, but I can still remember that the gunman was called David.

"Yes, I was there, but I can barely remember, and what I can say to you may be vague". I listened eagerly, but my ears were filled with his lies and deceptions. He said to me, "My name is Tim David, and I live somewhere in the United States, and to be honest, I don't remember anything about what you said." "I could feel that he was lying, trying to cover up his evil. "I can't tell you a few things about your parents right now. "I don't think his words can be trusted at all.

It was like I was trapped in a labyrinth and I couldn't go on any longer. Silence makes me uneasy, and pain makes me cry countless times. I went back to the car and slept in the saddle, eager to unravel the puzzle of hers. Sleep took me back to the house I had been in four years earlier, and I searched for evidence and traces. To my regret that I did not find anything, there was a portrait of my mother and myself that caught my special attention. I approached the portrait and held it tightly in my arms. I saw the portrait read: Sun City, February 2, 1999. The woman in the portrait struck me as a stranger.

"We're right here. "He tapped me on the shoulder and woke me up, because yesterday's events were still a mess in my head. We sat on the grass and I looked up at the blue sky. He whispered, "Trust me, you'll find out." He said boldly. I looked at him as he faced the sky. "Behind the thick clouds is the sunshine of hope. "That was the first smile I can remember. We lay on the grass and talked about my past. He nodded, smiled, shrugged, and observed me keenly.

A few months later, we drove back to Cité Soleil. We went to the same restaurant and found the same person again. "This man is a killer", I yelled at him. Everyone stopped and stared at me as if I was committing a crime. Max didn't pay any attention to this, and he walked over to where I was standing. "I don't want to exaggerate anything. When I said this, a voice said, "It's okay, son, she's confused. David walked over to Marcos.

It took me a minute to wake up from my madness, and my heart was pounding like it had ever been. That's when I saw her, the woman in the portrait. The expression on her face was clear to me, and we hugged each other tightly with tears in our eyes.

For sixteen years, I believed many lies, was destroyed by the woman who stole me, and fought a worthless war against those pains. "Max is my friend and he helped me get all the way here. She nodded, her eyes full of tears, "I'm glad he's your friend." When I asked my father, "He was arrested after that shooting, before you even opened your eyes." By the way, the guy you see is your friend's dad, and he's Officer Deem David. Max smiled and nodded.