You can win 100 times

You can win 100 times. <br /> Text / Liu Jirong's father's doctor told me that there is something to do, but I have not passed.
A breeze passed through the window and blown off the leaves of a lily. In the hospital bed, my father is still sleeping. I held his hand all night, this pair of blue-wounded hands, I lifted me up many times, gave me the biggest candy, built a sunny house for me, planted trees in front of the door, in the window Planting flowers. At this moment, I can't hurt him, can't cough for him, and can't carry the big bag called cancer for him.
Finally stood in front of the doctor's door, but did not have the courage to push the door. The entire oncology department is quiet and quietly hurts. I am about to collapse, I really want to ignore it, lying on the cold ground, crying and rolling against the wall.
Suddenly, there was a small voice that softly bloomed: "Come, let's take a card!" I turned around and looked at the little boy in front of me. Snow white skin, bursts, deep eyes and high nose, much like the little prince of Saint Exupery. The "Little Prince" wore a red sweater with a thick card in his hand, and the cartoon characters on it were worn out. Taking a card was my favorite. In childhood, under the old tree, two small people, head to head, exclaimed and laughed, can play from the sun and the clear to the east wall. At this moment, I gently shook my head, but he pulled me to sit on the bench.
His voice is as light as a dream, like a falling flower, but it is exceptionally clear. "Come on, just play for a while!" I opened my hands and showed him. "I'm sorry, I don't have a card." Yes, I have nothing. In this world, I will soon become an orphan. He generously split half of the cards and handed them to my palm. "These are yours!" I pushed away with anger. "But... I can't win, I'm too stupid!" He groaned and took another card from his pocket and smiled. "Look, these. I bought it for my little sister." Speaking of my sister, the "Little Prince" smiled at the corner of his mouth and was full of pride in his tone. He patted my hand. "Now give it to you, you can definitely win!" In this world, the morning-like gaze is the most irresistible, tired, sad, and painful.
I am absent-minded, and the bureau loses. "Little Prince" looked at my gray face and seemed to be worried. He introduced himself gracefully and politely: "My name is Shajda, come with my mother. What is your name?" I was holding a monster card in my hand and replied with a sigh: "I am a monster." Shajida was terrified. I smiled bitterly. If there is the magic of the monster, I will drop the yellow spring on the poor blue, turn the river down, and confront the god of death, and rescue the father. Shajida asked: "I want to give you a new name, called Saida, okay?" I nodded tiredly. "Good." Anything is fine, kittens, puppies, and sticks. Anyway, my father can't call me anymore.
I don’t know which ward has a coughing sound. I jumped up and wanted to rush over. I suddenly realized that it would be a dad! If he can cough up such a loud voice, I am willing to change it. I was thinking about it, the card in my hand was scattered. The child bent down, picked up one by one, and took care of it. He cried his face: "Shaida, come back to play, my little sister can win 10 times in a row!"
When I heard this sentence, I thought about it and suddenly grabbed the card and prayed softly: "Good God, if Dad still has hope, please let me win 10 times!" I started to fight and fully counterattack, sure enough. The result is brilliant. "Little Prince" has been gently clapping his hands and applauding. Suddenly, he asked inexplicably: "My sister will turn over and laugh when she wins once. If she wins twice, she will fly like a butterfly and laugh in the purple flower field. Why did you win the mouth 7 times?" I groaned and smiled. At this time, the doctor opened the door and motioned me to enter.
After talking with the doctor for half an hour, I learned that my father didn’t have much time. My heart was so bad that I suddenly came out and almost hit Shajida. He cried: "Shaida! Shajda!" I turned a deaf ear, he took my hand, "Let's play again at night, okay? You can win 100 times!" I didn't respond, he said, panting. Shayida, I want to tell you one thing!" I broke the soft little hand and walked straight into the ward.
My father is still sleeping. I hold his hand tightly. When I was young, I would not allow him to work overtime. He was not allowed to drink too much wine, and he was not allowed to go far. I don't know how long it took, I looked up and saw with horror that the little boy in the twilight was still outside the door. I shook my hand and he left. At night, my sister came to change me, and I ate and rested. Walking down the street, the roads are brightly lit, and the snack bar is full of laughter, as if I am alone in the world.
Late at night, I am still talking to my sister. According to the customs of my hometown, we will take my father home tomorrow morning. Both of them were a bit stunned and silent for a while. My sister said, "There is a child with long eyelashes. I don't know who to look for. I have been sitting at the door for a long time, just left..."
I was shocked: it is Shajida, it must be him! He said, look for me to play, tell me something. I was indulging for a moment, after all, I still hang up the phone.
When my father left, I was very quiet, a kind of quiet. However, my heart is not hot. Good music, good text, and even good scenery can no longer make me touch my eyes. The morning run was terminated, and the medical examination was delayed. There was nothing to do today, and nothing must be done. No matter how strong the inner and physical cultivation is, and only a breeze of destiny, we immediately end the journey like a blown leaf.
Hunchun, the wind and the flowers. The courier knocked on the door and handed me a small parcel. I thought it was a small gadget bought on Taobao a while ago. I was too lazy to open it and I left it.
On the afternoon of the weekend, I received a call and the other said that it was Shajida’s mother. After I had been stunned for a while, I remembered the name and asked: "Are your illness good?" She replied softly: "I am not sick, the sick person is Shajida." My head banged. Cried: "He is so small, how can he be a patient? What disease is he?" I know that I am so stupid, where is the disease, the age of sex, and the disease in the oncology department!