It's not the first time Wang Han has asked his father for money, he originally thought that this time it would be the same as before, and if he was coquettish and curry, his father would give money, but he didn't expect that when he heard Wang Han say that it was not expensive, only two thousand yuan, Wang Dong frowned. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Xiaohan, come and sit down. Two thousand yuan is indeed nothing to Wang Dong, but I don't know why Wang Dong remembered the content of the public welfare micro-film, he didn't agree to his daughter immediately, but patted the sofa next to him.

Wang Han asked his father and sat down beside Wang Dong obediently.

"It's okay to ask for money, but there is one condition. Wang Dong's heart suddenly moved, and then said.

"What conditions?" Wang Han looked puzzled.

"Watch TV with my dad for a while. Wang Dong said with a smile.

"That's it?" Wang Han asked with a blank expression.

"Well, that's it. Wang Dong smiled.

"Okay, then let's talk about it, I'll watch TV with Dad, and after watching it, Dad, you, the big leader, have to talk about it." Wang Han said happily.

"Well, words count. Wang Dong said with a smile.

At this time, Mango TV on TV had just finished broadcasting two episodes of the series.

After two commercials, the TV screen turned.

In the picture, there is a courtyard, the early sun, a little girl, the sound of rushing water, and clothes being dried...... It should be a harmonious farmhouse morning scene......

"Hey, what is this?is this a new TV series?" Wang Han looked at Wang Dong with some surprise.

The king shook his head and said, "You'll know when you see it." ”

"Oh. Wang Han pursed her lips, although she was a little impatient, but for the sake of two thousand yuan, for the sake of that dress, she could only look down patiently.

As the camera progresses, a little girl is watching the water slowly flow into the bucket by the faucet, wiping the beads of sweat on her head from time to time......

The picture changed again, and a simple stove appeared on the TV screen, and the little girl added water, lit a fire, and quickly cooked the meal. The mother who was sick in bed took the bowl and looked at her gray-faced daughter, full of distress, but she didn't know what to say, so she could only silently stroke her daughter's head, suppressing the sadness in her heart, and the corners of her mouth were filled with encouraging smiles.

Wang Han also changed from impatience at the beginning to curiosity, looking straight at the TV.

The little girl in the picture feeds her mother and then helps her to sleep. The little girl went to eat by herself, and in the humble room, the little girl read a book while eating.

The camera switches again to a little girl measuring her height with white chalk on a shabby door frame. Maybe it's her innocent and simple thoughts, thinking, grow up quickly......

The picture continues, the little girl is holding the bucket of rice, but she finds that the rice in the bucket has bottomed out, which is not enough for a meal, and she looks a little sad and helpless...... However, she couldn't let her mother know, so she could only sit alone under the old tree at the head of the village and secretly wipe her tears alone.

After a long time, what she saw in front of her was still the rice bucket that had bottomed out, so she could only get up and go home......

In the shadow of the setting sun, the little girl walked home silently with her hands on the mottled red wall on the side of the road, lowered her head......

When she was depressed, she passed by the purchasing station at the entrance of the village and accidentally saw someone selling scrap, and her eyes lit up, as if she saw the hope that she could make up enough money for her mother's treatment.

Since then, among the bricks and rubble, in the small river ditch at the edge of the village, and next to the garbage heap, there is a little girl.

The first time she went to sell the mineral water bottle she picked up, she trembled and handed over the plastic bag, and the uncle who collected the tattered first took a ten-yuan one for her, and suddenly looked up and saw that it was a little girl, perhaps because she felt that she had no money to find it, so she gave her zero: "Uncle will give you more, and I will come back next time!"

She grabbed the first money she earned and jumped on her way home. At this moment, in this small period of time, the troubles of the world seem to be far away from her, and all she can feel is happiness.

"Tongtong, is your mother's illness cured?" asked a lady who met at the head of the village.

She nodded vigorously—probably in her little mind, with the unwavering conviction that her mother's illness would get better.

"The traffickers in the west of the village have just been released, don't go there to play if you have nothing to do!" the aunt kindly reminded, but she didn't think that it was this sentence that planted a seed for the little heart. It's just that the audience, including Wang Han, doesn't know it at this moment.

She listened carefully, then nodded sensibly. Then he continued his previous leap and went in the direction of home.

In front of the windowsill, she began to calculate, carefully scratched in her notebook, and solemnly wrote: "2000-5=1995"......

Seeing this scene, suddenly Wang Han somewhat understood, why did his father let him accompany him to watch TV, at this moment, she had an inexplicable sense of shame, two thousand yuan was just a piece of money in her opinion, and it was not expensive, but in the eyes of the little girl, it was an incomparably huge number......

Looking at the immature notes, Wang Han felt that her nose was a little sour, and she could vaguely guess that the little girl's psychological thoughts at the moment, probably in the little girl's careful thoughts, two thousand is a big number, probably in her heart, with two thousand yuan, she can cure her mother's illness, right?

The scene shifts again, and the little girl's mother appears again, still lying weakly on the bed, coughing twice in pain from time to time.

And correspondingly, with the sound of coughing, under the noon sun, a little girl, picking up the garbage heap with a branch, looking for mineral water bottles, tirelessly, every time she picked one, she smiled, she was picking up bottles, clearly picking up one hope after another, one happiness after another......

The film didn't tell people if someone's dog had almost bitten her, when she was thirsty, did she stare at a bottle of drink for a few dollars, and whether there was a time when there was a bottle that was not finished, she was ecstatic to unscrew the lid, tilted her neck and drank a fine light, but regretted that she drank too fast, but she could only look at the aftertaste of the empty bottle, and then felt that this was the sweetest taste in the world?

Nor did she tell people if the little girl had ever seen children of her age playing games and coquettish with her mother, and whether she had ever stopped to envy them, and whether the children and their mothers had ever laughed at her for the dirty clothes she was wearing?

This is followed by a set of footage of a little girl keeping an account book:

1995-3=1992

1992-8=1984

1984-13=1971

1971-15=？1956

There was a time on it that she had made a mistake, crossed it out, and re-wrote it......

She seems to be earning more and more money every day, but she is still short of 1956......

1956-9=1947……

It looks like the numbers on the ledger are decreasing little by little...... But the people who watched it felt extremely sad, and that number seemed to be the other side of happiness that could never be reached.

The camera starts again. When it was getting dark, she was crying helplessly in the open field, crying "Mom ......" so wronged, but she knew that she couldn't let her mother see and hear...... Even, after she finished crying, she ran to the faucet to wash her red and swollen eyes desperately, and then pretended to be happy, if her mother asked, she lied to her that it was the wind and sand that lost her eyes......

Is she crying who she has been wronged today, or has she not picked up a few bottles, and hates herself for not being angry? Or is she still so far from her goal after so many days of hard work?