Call to heaven

On a Saturday afternoon, the newspaper owner Wen Shu is reading the magazine leisurely. At this time, a fifteen-year-old girl walked up to the front of the kiosk and looked around. It seemed a little overwhelmed. The uneasy look caused Wen Shu’s Note, he looked up at the little girl and stopped her: "Hey, little girl, do you want to buy a magazine?" "No, uncle, I want to call."

The little girl carefully picked up the microphone and carefully dialed the number. The phone finally got through: "Mom! I am Xiaoju, how are you? Mom, I came to Tongxiang with my uncle, and paid the salary last month. He gave it. I am 50 yuan, I have put the money under the pillow, wait for me to get 500 pieces, I will send it back to the younger brother to pay the tuition, and then buy the fertilizer for my father." The little girl thought about it and said: "Mom, I Tell you, my uncle's factory can eat meat every day, I am going to eat fat, mother, you can rest assured, I can take care of myself! Oh, yes, my mother, an aunt here gave me the day before yesterday. A red dress, now I am wearing this dress to call you. Mom, there is a TV in the uncle's factory, I like to watch the children in the school to read!" Suddenly, the tone of the little girl has changed, constantly Tears with your hands: "Mom, is your stomach still hurting? Is the flower there open? I am so homesick, I want my brother, I want my father, I miss you, Mom, I really miss you. Dreaming often dreams of you! Mom -"

The girl couldn’t say any more, and Wen Shu looked up at her with pity, and the girl hurriedly put down the microphone, and put the microphone in the panic for a few times before putting it on the phone. "Uncle, how much is the phone bill?" "Not much, you can say a few more words with your mother, I will charge you a little less." Wen Shu habitually looked at the phone on the counter and suddenly found the phone. There is no charge display on the electronic display, and the girl’s phone is not available at all! "Oh! Girl, I am really sorry! You have to fight again. Just now, your call is not connected." "Well, I know, uncle! Actually, we didn't have a phone call in our hometown." Wen Shu asked in confusion: "That Didn't you talk to your mother just now?” The little girl finally cried out: “In fact, I don’t have a mother at all. My mother has been sick for more than 4 years—” After listening to the little girl’s words, Wen Shu could not help The hand wiped the tears behind the reading glasses. "Good kids don't feel bad, you can come every week, just call your mom here, my uncle doesn't charge you."

From then on, every Saturday afternoon, Uncle Wen waited for the little girl at the kiosk, letting the girl say a few words with the mother who missed it with a telephone line and a phone number that did not exist at all -

The second day: sister