I kissed her that day.

One day, walking on the road, the phone rang, the voice of a young girl in the microphone: "Dad, come back soon, I miss you!" Intuitively, I know that it is a wrong call because I I am too familiar with the voice of my daughter. . It is not surprising that such things happened this year. I didn't say anything good: "I got it wrong!" I hung up.

In the next few days, the phone was called from time to time, which upset me, sometimes rudely refused, sometimes simply did not pick up.

That day, the phone was called again and again. Unlike usual, there was always a constant call while I was not connected. I finally resisted the temper to start listening, or the girl's weak voice: "Dad, come back soon, I miss you! Mom said that this phone is not wrong, it is your mobile phone number, Dad, I am so hurt! Mom Say that you are busy at work, every day, she is taking care of me alone, and I am tired. Dad, I know that you are very hard. If you can’t come, can you kiss the girl again on the phone?” The child’s naive request does not allow me to refuse. I kissed the microphone a few times and heard the child's intermittent voice: "Thank you... Dad, I am so good... happy, good... happiness..."

Just as I gradually became interested in this wrong call, I was not a girl but a low female voice: "Sorry, sir, this day will definitely give you a lot of trouble, I am sorry! I wanted to deal with it. I will call you to apologize when I finish the incident. The child’s life is very bitter. When she was born, she got bone cancer. Her father lost her life in a car accident not long ago. I really dare not tell her this message every day. The chemotherapy, the pain of the time, has already tormented the child poorly. When the pain is most unbearable for her, she always shouts at the father who used to encourage her to be strong. I really can’t bear to see the child. In this way, I just compiled a mobile number that day..."

"How is the child now?" I can't wait to ask.

"Niu Niu has already gone. You must have kissed her on the phone because she was smiling. When I left, my little hand was still holding the phone that could hear the voice of 'Daddy'..."

First day: the peninsula is lonely