my naughty female president

I stepped on the rubble and walked forward cautiously, my heart was as desolate as the world in front of me.

Silently muttering, don't be, don't be.However, when I turned a corner and saw a lonely building that had been demolished in half, my heart seemed to be grasped instantly.

Only when the hard facts are in front of you that you can't refuse and can't escape, do you realize that prayer is so powerless.

When I came downstairs, the whole building was empty. Rather than the whole building, it would be more appropriate to say that only half of the building remained, because one side of the public staircase from the middle of the building had been demolished.

But the stairs are still incomplete, and there are still people living here, so they dare not cut off the way out for others.

It seems that they still have some concerns. They understand that once the poor go crazy, the consequences are often unpredictable. They know that although the life of the poor is worthless, it will make them extremely troublesome, so they dare not do things too extreme.

I walked step by step through this seemingly crumbling staircase, my heart sank slowly, as if I was falling into an abyss that would never reach the bottom.

The single wooden door was tightly closed, and the paint on the door had faded, and was eroded by years of wind and frost, revealing the wooden boards that were about to rot inside.

The limestone on the wall was soaked by the rainwater that leaked from above, and it seemed that it would fall off with a cough.

A thin iron wire was stretched between the two colonnades, on which hung two pieces of women's clothes and a school uniform. I knew the school uniform was made of stone, and the other two belonged to his mother.

The room was silent, as if no one was there, it seemed that the owner of the house just went out for something and forgot to lock the door.

I hoped in my heart that this was the case, so that I could turn around and go back and tell Mu Xichun the truth.

At this moment, I am afraid of seeing the watery eyes of the stone, and I am even more afraid of seeing his mother with a sick face.

I am afraid to see the way they look at me when they know that I am here as a lobbyist to persuade them to leave their home. What kind of eyes will that be?I close my eyes and dare not imagine.

I stood at the door for a long time, as if there was a world inside the door that I couldn't touch, and that world would fall apart as soon as I stretched out my hand.

But I finally stretched out my hand and knocked lightly on the door, but the door couldn't bear the force of the knock, and opened with a creak.

In the dark house, I saw Shitou's mother sitting quietly on a chair, holding a photo frame in her hand, her head drooping, and a strand of hair hanging from her temples, she looked a little tired.

Maybe she was too focused on her own emotions, and she didn't even notice the door was knocked open, which made me stunned at a loss.

When she finally realized my arrival, she hurriedly put the photo frame on the table, brushed her hair and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, but she didn't have time to clean up the sadness on her face.

She gave me a difficult smile and said, "It's Mr. Wei, please come in!"

Suddenly, he saw that the sofa was full of sundries, so he turned around and tidied it up, saying, "The house is a bit messy, don't take it for granted!"

My heart became more and more heavy, and I knew that she had no mood to clean up the house during this time, when the pressure of survival suddenly fell on her shoulders.

I don't know how she survived the night after day and the day after night when she saw that there was no other way to go in front of her?
I glanced at the photo she put on the table. In the photo, a man, a woman and a child, all three of them were smiling brightly.I don't know if they thought that one day this photo would become something to remember when they took this photo.

After tidying up the sofa, Shitou's mother invited me to sit down, poured me another glass of boiled water, and finally asked, "The last time Mr. Wei helped Shitou sell flowers, Shitou told me all about it. I've been looking for a chance to thank you, but I never had the chance." , I didn’t expect that Mr. Wei would come to my house today, Mr. Wei thank you for taking care of Shitou, I will remember it in my heart for the rest of my life!”

Her tone was sincere and pathetic, which made me feel inexplicably terrified, and hurriedly said: "Sister Shi, don't say that, in fact, I am not the one who actually paid for the flowers, so you don't have to worry about it!"

"Shitou told me everything. You are all good people, and you will be rewarded!" Shitou's mother's tone made me feel very depressed. I wanted to change the subject but didn't know what to say.

I glanced at the man in the photo on the table and asked tentatively: "Sister Shi, I have a question that may be a bit abrupt, I hope you don't mind."

I looked up at her and she looked at me as if waiting for my question, so I finally said the question in my heart: "Can you tell me about Papa Shi?"

Her expression was calm and did not fluctuate, as if she had already guessed the question I wanted to ask.She glanced at the photo and sighed, "He has been gone for many years..."

So on this gloomy afternoon of the rainy season, at the back of this glamorous city, in the ruins on the back of the city that I bloody uncovered, I heard a sad story...

A man from a poor mountain valley brought his wife and son to this city from the mountains with no roads in order to allow his son to go to school.

At first they had no money to rent a house, so the family lived in a simple house on the construction site where the men worked as masons, and the women found jobs in nearby factories. Although it was hard every day, life There is still hope, all the suffering can be turned into expectations for tomorrow and dissolved in a night's dream.

That autumn they finally sent their son to school. Every day they saw their son wearing a clean school uniform and carrying a schoolbag on the way to school, as if they saw a bright future and were waiting for him with silver lights. It is no longer suffering.

When the Chinese New Year was approaching, they moved into a rental house of more than 20 square meters, and the space left after putting a double-layer iron canopy bed was a bit stretched.

On the day of the move, my son was almost overjoyed, climbing up and down on the iron frame bed from time to time, muttering that he finally didn't have to sleep on the door panel anymore.Then the three of them lived in this room for three years. My son was very smart and could get a certificate every semester. When they moved again three years later, the certificates had covered half of the wall.

When they moved again, the son was happier than last time, and not only the son was happy, but the man and the woman were also happy.

Because this time is different from last time, this time they have a real home of their own.

From then on, they no longer have to look at the face of the landlord, and they no longer have to be careful when taking a shower after getting off work in the middle of the night for fear of disturbing the neighbors. From now on, their son can also have a room of his own.

Originally, life could be as peaceful as a lake, and you could spend the four seasons of smoke and smoke without being disturbed, and everything seemed to be developing in a good direction.

However, the world is impermanent, and God will always make some jokes to people intentionally or unintentionally, reminding you that all fate is nothingness, and you will be powerless in the face of fate.

It will suddenly open up a broad road for you when the mountains and rivers are restored, and it will also give you a huge wave when the sky is blue.

The woman was working in the factory when she received the bad news. When she arrived at the scene, she could hardly believe that the blood and flesh in front of her was her husband who had breakfast together in the morning.

The man accidentally fell from the scaffolding on the [-]th floor. Apart from being able to tell from his limbs that he was a person, he no longer looked like a person should be.

The woman passed out on the spot, and her sky turned gray from then on.But life will go on, it will not take special care of you for your misfortune, it will always look at this world calmly and almost indifferently, and will not regret anything.

The son’s data fee has to be paid, the woman who reads the gas meter is still sarcastic, and the vendor in the vegetable market will still scold you for picking up an extra cabbage leaf.

In fact nothing has changed except that there is suddenly one less person in the world, which happens all the time.

"They said that the accident was caused by his father's illegal operation and not fastening the safety rope, but I clearly saw that the safety rope hook on his father was broken. I asked them to reason and none of them responded to me. In order to ask for an explanation I ran for a year," she became emotional.

When a painful past is mentioned once, it is like a wound that has not yet healed being torn open again. What kind of pain should that be?

I don't know how many times her wound has been torn. I think this wound will never heal.

"Later, I finally gave up. I was sorry for his father. I couldn't give her an explanation for her death. I know that there will never be an explanation. I still have stones to take care of. He no longer has a father, so I told myself to cheer up , can't remind Shitou that he lost his father every day while sinking in grief..."

Her tone became choked, and tears finally flowed down.

"I thought I could take good care of Shishi until he grew up, until he was admitted to university, until he married a wife and had children...I didn't expect that even the family is about to disappear now...why, why was there no one when we bought the house tell me……"

She was sobbing at this point.

I finally understood why she refused to move away, she had nowhere to go.She was not angry, she was fighting for her grievances in the end, and she was using her life to ask the world for an explanation.

I have been silent, I don't know how to comfort her, in fact, any comfort is no longer useful to her.

The so-called grief is greater than death. I think she is on the verge of despair and may collapse at any time.