Dear Mr. Shi

Shi Yuhan took Song Qinghuan's hand through the narrow alleys, and finally stopped in front of a broken red tiled house.

"This is the place you want to take?" Song Qinghuan was surprised and asked Yuhan when she looked at it.

Shi Yu's eyes are somewhat complicated: "What? You don't like it!"

"No, I think the scenery is pretty good, but it's strange that you brought me here." Song Qinghuan said, looking around.

Shi Yuhan released her hand, took out the key and opened the door of the room.

The small tiled house was extremely simple. Song Qinghuan stood in the middle of the fan and looked around. There was only an ugly bed, a shabby table and a wardrobe in the house.

But after coming in, I found a faint scent of orange in the room, which was very refreshing. Although there was no one living in for a long time, I could see that someone would come to take care of it from time to time.

The roof above the bed seems to be broken, there are many small holes, and the light is scattered from the small holes. To be honest, if it doesn't rain at night, the silver moon is full and the sky is full of stars, lying on this bed should have a romantic taste.

I really don’t know if it is man-made or a coincidence. If it is a coincidence, what should I do if it rains?

Song Qinghuan looked at it, trying to find out why Shi Yuhan brought her here, but found that on the white wall, there was a piece of yellowed paper on the side of the bed. The font was large and it said, Mom and Dad, I will definitely fulfill your last wish.

The handwriting is ugly and ugly, and the paper is yellowed. It has been at least ten years.

When Song Qinghuan looked at Yuhan, she seemed to be asking: "Why are you taking me here, and whose home is this?"

Shi Yuhan didn't say anything, he didn't know how he should tell Song Qinghuan that this shabby house once lived in a broken boy.

He stepped, walking to the small kitchen next to him, and whispered: "I'll pour two glasses of water."

Song Qinghuan originally wanted to follow, but suddenly there was a loud noise outside the house.

The soundproofing of the room was very good, so Song Qinghuan could clearly hear the beating and scolding outside. In the end, it seemed that the man was angry and ran away, while the woman cried with the baby in her arms.

The woman cried, and the child cried, but the woman didn't care about the child, just caring about her own sadness, and then crying desperately.

Song Qinghuan felt that the child was so pitiful, so she said softly to Shi Yuhan in the kitchen, "Shi Yuhan, I'll take a look."

Not waiting for the cold to speak out, Song Qinghuan ran out.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw a woman about 30 years old, sitting on the ground in the cold world, with a child about one year old beside her feet, crying on the ground.

When the woman saw Song Qinghuan coming out of this house, Youdi suppressed her cry.

She looked at Song Qinghuan, seemingly curious, and then the inspector looked inside the room, and then asked: "Who are you? Did you move in next door?"

"No, I came to see a friend." Song Qinghuan walked over and picked up the child lying on the ground: "You don't care about the child, she is crying."

The woman curled her mouth and cried again: "He loves to cry or not, whatever my business, his dad doesn't want us anymore, he knows to bet, he can't live this day."

Song Qinghuan hugged the child. The child was very cute and his face was puffy. When Song Qinghuan held him in his arms, he stopped crying.