At half past seven in the morning, when I walked out of the gate of Yao's house, Li Laohan stood under the eaves and looked at me with sad eyes, and greeted "Mr. Li". He seemed to be about to speak to me, but I nodded hastily and walked out into the middle of the street.

Soon I arrived at the Great Immortal Temple. The door was wide open. I think it must be the children of the Yang family who came first. I hurried to the back.

There was no one in the back. Not only did I not see the patient, but I also had no bedding, washbasin, hot water bottle, etc. Hay was piled up on the ground in a mess. There was a note on the grass, pressed against a piece of tile, which read:

Forget me and think of me as if I were dead. You will never find me. Let me live this life in peace.

Han'er

Parent word.

From the scribbled handwriting of this pencil, I can see the heart of a man. I don't know the story of this man's "fall," but these few words made me understand the desire of a loving father. I was holding the note and thinking. The sound of the child's footsteps approached. I waited for him.

"What, Mr. Li, are you alone?" The child said in astonishment; "What about my father?"

"I just came, look at this note," I whispered, and I handed him the note, turning my head away, not daring to look at his face.

"Mr. Lai, Mr. Lai, where has he gone? Where do we go to find him? What do you think we should do? He grabbed my left arm with both hands and shook wildly, screaming in despair.

I bit my lip hard to suppress my excitement, and deliberately made a calm attitude and said, "I think the only way to forget him is to follow his words." We won't find him. ”

"No, no! We're all doing well, and we can't let him suffer alone! He shook his head and burst out crying.

"But where are you going to find him? Such a big place! ”

He suddenly threw himself on the hay and cried bitterly.

My eyes are dry. I threw my head up, crossed my hands over my chest, and I wanted to ask God: How can I alleviate this child's pain? But Tian Qing's face was blue and he didn't give me an answer. It won't tell me where his father went. I only know one thing: his father took the bedding and other things, and would never seek death. Therefore, I made the child cry without saying a word of comfort, and in fact I had nothing to say to comfort him.

Later, when the child's crying stopped, he stood up and pleaded with me, "Mr. Lai, you know a lot, do you think something will happen to him?" Please tell me honestly. I'm not afraid, please tell me the truth. ”

I thought about it for a while, but I still avoided his gaze, and I replied to him gently, "It doesn't matter, nothing will happen." Let's ask Li Laohan'er, maybe he knows a little more. ”

"Yes, yes, I remember, he was still talking to my father here last night when I was gone," the child said with a sense of understanding.

"Then let's go all the way to Yao's house, and you can wipe away your tears," I patted him gently on the shoulder.

As we walked through the front hall, there was still a glass bottle on the table, but the withered camellia was gone.