If you stare at the abyss for a long time, then the abyss will look back at you in the same way.

- Nietzsche

Song Wen paced anxiously outside the emergency room of St. Mary's Hospital.

Although Mrs. Huang despised what he had done today, she was still very enthusiastic and helped him take care of the children at home and with other neighbors.

During this period, Mrs. Huang also asked if she wanted to go to Mrs. Song's mother's house to inform her and let Mrs. Song come back early.

Song Wen was worried that Mrs. Song's kidnapping had leaked, so he said that Mrs. Song's maiden home was in Suzhou, too far away, and she would wait for the child to get out of danger.

"In Suzhou? How do I remember hearing Mrs. Song say that it was around the gate? ”

Mrs. Huang muttered.

Song Wen couldn't care about anything, so he called St. Mary's Hospital and borrowed some money from the owner of the southern goods store to send his youngest son to the hospital.

The child was only three years old, probably hungry, and he was eating soaked rice in a big gulp, and somehow choked on his trachea with a mouthful of rice.

The door of the emergency room opened, and Song Wen hurriedly rushed to the door and asked, "My little hairy ......" The doctor nodded and said, "It's okay, it's been taken out, it's just such a small child, where are you adults when you eat?" ”

Song Wen lowered his head, he usually only felt that Mrs. Song only took care of the children at home every day, doing housework, and did not make much contribution, and it was too tiring to do things outside by himself. I didn't expect to know now that my wife was not at home and couldn't eat a hot meal, and my youngest son almost had an accident.

"What's up with you? What about the child's mother? ”

The doctor asked, frowning.

Song replied sneeringly: "I went back to my mother's house." ”

"This is how other people's mothers do, such a little child left at home and went back to his parents' house!" The doctor was furious.

Song Wen walked out of the hospital with the child in his arms It was already late at night, and the evening breeze was a little cool, so he took off his suit and wrapped his son, shivering in the wind. He finally waited for a rickshaw and returned home late at night, the neighborhood that helped take care of the children had left, and the three children were sleeping in the bedroom on the second floor. As soon as the youngest daughter turned over, she muttered to her mother. Song Wen came from the bottom of his heart, held back his tears and put his youngest son on the bed, sitting and looking out the window in a daze.

He was waiting outside alone at St. Mary's Hospital when he met a middle-aged woman who curiously asked where the child's mother was. Song Wen said that the child's mother and herself were angry and went back to her parents' house, and it was very hard to take care of four children by herself, the woman expressed her understanding, and said that she had been married to relatives for many years and had no children, and wanted to adopt a child.

Song Wen immediately shook his head: "How can you be willing to give your own children to others." ”

"Oh, sir, you don't know, my relative's family is engaged in shipping, and the family has a lot of money and can't throw it away to the Huangpu River every day. They want a child is actually very simple, but people are very attached to the education of children, can not be anyone's children want it, bent on finding the kind of family background is innocent, the child's parents are scholars, I think Mr. you are too burdened to tell you, now there is such a big thing, the child's mother does not show up, must be very angry, you are a person with four children to work hard, my relatives have money, can compensate you for a sum of money, you are still young, in the future want children can be reborn. ”

Before leaving, the woman took out a pen and paper from her handbag, wrote down her address, and stuffed it into Song Wen's pocket. Song Wen looked at the woman's back and wanted to throw away the piece of paper, but not only did it seem to weigh a thousand pounds in her hand, but she didn't move.

The eldest daughter and son are already sensible, and there is no way to give them away. The youngest son is the top of his heart, and he can't give it away, the youngest daughter...... Song Wen looked at the sleeping children, and suddenly remembered what the woman said.

I was busy all night only to find out that my wife is really hard, and it is also difficult to support so many people by working alone, just like today, I am penniless when there is a slight situation, and I have to borrow money to go to the hospital, this stretched life has passed for more than ten years, and I don't blame my wife for complaining every day. That Xiangyun yarn costs 200 yuan to bring a wife, is it cost-effective to give away a daughter or to marry another wife? Thinking of this, Song Wen hurriedly picked up the suit on the back of the chair, took out the note with the address written on it, and carefully put it into the mezzanine of his briefcase.

In the dead of night, Song Wen thought about his future: there is not much hope for working to this point, so he can only survive like this. It won't be much better to change newspapers, after all, Pujiang is still a big newspaper with a higher salary, unless ...... Unless Lin Haiyang steps down...... If you spell your qualifications, you can still have the possibility of moving forward. But...... How could Lin Haiyang step down? He is in his prime, and he is the fifth king of diamonds, and he is deeply liked by the president's father and daughter.

Wait, if that Miss Shi thinks that there is something wrong with him, won't Lin Haiyang gradually lose the favor of the president's father and daughter, as long as he works harder, won't he step down?

He sat up abruptly, pulled on the bedside lamp, grabbed a pen and paper, and began to write.

The next day, Song Wen called Lin Haiyang to ask for leave, saying that his wife had gone back to her parents' house, and there was no one to take care of her four children at home.

"I said Lao Song, everyone grew up together, how did you become what you are now."

On the other side of the phone, Lin Haiyang's voice came, Song Wen chuckled in his heart, and nodded unconsciously: "I can't help it, four children, the children choked last night and sent to the ...... for first aid."

"Alright. Okay, I'm not interested in listening to your parenting scriptures, I just look at work efficiency. You said that you have not made any achievements in your work over the years, but the children have been born one after another, is it okay to put all the enthusiasm for giving birth to children into your work? ”

Song Wen was reprimanded and didn't dare to speak, his face flushed.

Lin Haiyang said a few words to him, and finally agreed to give him two days off.

"Just two days, don't make it difficult for me! Now the newcomers in the newspaper have a lot of opinions about you, and I am protecting you, Lao Song, can you fight for me? ”

"That, my family is short of money, and I still want to advance ......"

"You don't have to make an inch, old Song."

Lin Haiyang hung up the phone.

Song Wen was stunned, and the owner of the southern goods store asked softly: "That... Little hairy ......"

"Boss, I'm really sorry, I'm a little tight on hand, the family's money is all in the child's mother, I ......"

The boss sneered: "I also just knew, Mr. Song, it's not that I rely on the old and sell the old, we are all men, when we were young, we didn't have a family and children to drag us down, just play outside, and now there are wives and children still outside, that's your fault." ”

Song Wen said yes again and again, and gave the boss a lot of caution, and when he walked out of the shop, he let out a long breath and reached into the pocket of his suit, where there was an anonymous letter addressed to Miss Fan.

"Don't blame me for being unrighteous if you are unkind." He thought hatefully, and saw the shiny mailbox not far away,