white rose

Ren Shiqian's autobiography

His homework is getting better and better, and he is becoming more and more attractive. I believe that it won't be long before he can completely break away from the inferior life attitude he once had.What I can give him is really limited, and what I can help him is getting less and less.

After the contract expires, the master decides to terminate the contract with me. I don't care. I know that with the talent of the master and the child, the future of the child must be limitless.

The master and I made an agreement that we will no longer have any contact with Bai Zhi, and we must keep the fact that I taught him a secret outside, because it looks like Bai Zhi is more like a genius—self-taught, ill-fated, and brilliant .I'm still a little hesitant, after all, I've used this reason to convince myself, but now it's hard to let go.The master's face slowly approached me, but it was not the original kind look:

"At your level, Zhi'er will only make people laugh when you say it. His teacher must be an internationally renowned master."

I saw the sternness in the master's eyes, of course I can't afford to offend the master, so I smiled melancholy:

"Of course, the master is still thoughtful."

I felt contemptuous of this person's face before and after, and out of anger, I left Zhi without saying a word, and went to Europe alone, and Zhi didn't contact me again.

When I received the phone call from the housekeeper, I couldn't help being surprised. I really didn't expect that the well-behaved and sensible Zhi would kill them all.I was very scared in my heart, thinking of all the past, I had to hate myself who was indecisive back then.He even thought sinisterly that if he hadn't bothered at the beginning, Zhi might still be that timid and cowardly child.

No one can understand my mood, and I dare not tell anyone about it. I drank a lot of alcohol. Under the stimulation of alcohol, I made a bold and terrible decision, and I drove off the cliff.Even one moment I was laughing, but the next moment I started to feel a deep sense of dread.

"Mom" I murmured in the darkness.

The disastrous car accident many years ago flashed in front of me like a movie. I saw the driver's distorted face in pain, as well as the blood left by me and my mother's tears...

Immediately afterwards, I was paralyzed by pain.

When I woke up again, things were really different. I had been in a coma for almost two years, but I was still obsessed with taking care of me. It was only then that I realized that he might just be on a whim back then, and he wouldn't really kill me.

But it was too late, my mother had already passed away, and left me forever. The mother who had shed countless tears for me, left me after shedding all the tears for me, how could I not hate it.

Three years later…

During the Spring Festival, I received a card. It was a very ordinary card. I vaguely knew whose masterpiece it was. I put it in my pocket. That card was not signed, and there was a forced smile on the corner of my mouth.

A conspiracy intertwined in my heart.

Sure enough, it was Zhi. He was wearing a white suit and sitting quietly in a wheelchair.I approached him, and he slowly burst into a smile.

"Qiu, are you okay?" He started to cut the steak in front of me.

"Good, How about you?"

"I..." He stopped and glanced to one side.

"I'm very bad, Qiu, I've been blaming myself in my heart, I should apologize to you."

"It's over, let's eat."

I brought the red wine in front of him to him, "Come, drink one".

Zhi just looked at me.

I walked up to him and kissed his cheek.

"Come and drink it".

I watched him swallow slowly.

"gone"

I shook the work clothes on my body, turned around and left very coolly.

Soon, Zhi died of a sudden emergency.

The media rushed to cover the story, and everyone offered their condolences to the musician and philanthropist.

"This drug is really that powerful."

"Of course, like a natural death, absolutely invisible," the bespectacled man said to me.

I shook the money in my hands, touched them one last time, and handed them to the man.

Only I know that Zhi will come to see me every day, sometimes squatting in the corner, sometimes playing the piano by the window, and sometimes just looking at me quietly...

"Qian, you really should go to the hospital" my wife said to me many times.

"Get out," I said sullenly.

She hugged her daughter and walked out angrily.

"Zhi, are you there?" The boy stood by the wall, smiling brightly, just like that white rose.

Perseverance, after all, is not the white paper I draw arbitrarily, nor is it the obsession you hide in your heart, maybe it is just the white rose

The author has something to say: I wrote this short story in two days on a whim. The plot of the story may not be complete, but I usually have to go to class or something, so tired O(∩_∩)O haha~

The style of painting is also a bit old, beauties should be considerate and considerate of me, ╮(╯▽╰)╭