A bicycle was parked outside the window, leaning against a withered sycamore tree. There were no pedestrians on the streets, and the sun was nowhere to be seen. This was a corner of the city, a scene that was rarely seen after the construction of modern cities in the new era.
Midland. The Puri family lived in the wilderness suburbs far away from the bustling city. His father worked as the lowest level of labor in the big city all day long, doing odd jobs to earn their basic living expenses.
He woke up at five in the morning. His father left breakfast for Puri and rushed to the big city on his motorcycle. He wouldn't be back until nine in the evening. At this time, only Puri was at home. Because of her congenital disability, her father did not let her go to school.
This year, she was fourteen years old.
She had long blonde hair that reached her waist. She always dressed herself up beautifully, even though she could not walk out of the room and people outside could not see her. If she wanted to go out, she could only rely on her father to carry her when he came back at night. He carried her on his back because his family was not well off. In addition, his father was a little mentally handicapped and it was difficult for him to earn money outside. Therefore, he did not have the money to treat her, let alone buy a wheelchair to make it easier for her to walk.
Fourteen years passed in the blink of an eye. All Puri had to do was lie on her bed every day and open the window. What greeted her was a straight asphalt road that extended infinitely to the east and west until it disappeared into the distant horizon. Puri held her chin and quietly looked at the occasional passing car. That was the most distant and beautiful scenery for Puri.
As night fell, a full moon hung above the Milky Way, and the stars in the sky flickered. The arrival of night told Puri that her father was coming back. She placed her hands on the bed and then dragged herself to move. After repeated difficult movements, she finally touched a photo frame on the corner of the table. This simple action made her so tired that she was panting. She felt ashamed of her actions, but she was also glad.
Then, she wiped off the dust on the photo frame and saw the colorful photo in the frame. It was a photo of her father and herself many years ago. In the background was her father standing upright in front of her house. She was holding a baby that was a few months old.
His father was always smiling. He said that this photo was very precious.
However, something was missing from the photo.
Mother.
Puri was born without knowing who her mother was, and her father had never told her about her mother for more than ten years. After that, Puri was too lazy to know.
She couldn't feel motherly love, but she was looking forward to it. Father said to look up at the stars in the sky when you miss your mother. That's your mother. She's always by our side.
As night fell, Puri leaned against the window and looked up at the starry sky. The stars were connected by a transparent net in the resplendent galaxy, just like people holding hands on the ground. The sky was a world, and the earth was also a world.
As she read, Puri's vision started to blur. Her tears were like pearls with broken strings, dripping onto the glass frame. She hugged the photo frame tightly in her arms. At this moment, her emotions were on the verge of collapse. Her mother hugged her and comforted her until dawn.
It was late at night, and Puri was still on her way.
She held onto the tree by the roadside and dragged her heavy body forward step by step. After walking for a long time, she realized that she had been walking in the same place.
Puri sighed. She turned her head and suddenly saw large dark clouds rolling over in the sky. A bolt of lightning struck, followed by thunder. The distance between heaven and earth began to split. Puri reached out to grab the sky. The sky was just a cardboard box in her hand. She was still in shock and did not understand what was going on.
Whoosh! A gust of wind blew, and the dense trees instantly turned into bare tree trunks. Even the sky in Puri's hand was blown into the distant darkness.
"No!"
Puri screamed and suddenly sat up from the bed.
" Phew…Phew…" She breathed in large mouthfuls of air, trying hard to calm her heartbeat. Only then did she realize that it was just a dream.
The lights were on in the room, and Puri was alone. It was quiet. She subconsciously touched her forehead and looked at the time on the table. 12:40 PM.
"Daddy?" Puri looked at everything on the table. It was still empty except for the alarm clock. She shook her head and shouted at the door. For a long time, there was no sound.
" Daddy?!" It's already so late. Is Father not back yet?
Puri had a bad feeling, but it was only for a moment. She comforted herself that her father would be back soon, or perhaps he was working overtime. No, her father might be working overtime…
As she thought about it, she fell asleep.
When she woke up the next day, Puri realized the seriousness of the matter. When she opened her eyes, a ray of sunlight shone through the window, and the entire bedroom was filled with a layer of misty golden yellow. She couldn't tell if this was a dream or reality.
Puri lay on the bed, staring at the white wall. There were still two steamed buns left from yesterday morning on the table. At this moment, she hoped that her father would come back soon.
The room was very quiet. Looking out of the window, he could not see a car driving on the road today.
Thump, thump…
"Ding dong!"
Outside the door, someone was ringing the doorbell.
Puri got up from the bed in shock. She wanted to see who was ringing the doorbell through the window, but she couldn't see clearly because of the wall. Puri was a little anxious.
"Excuse me, is this the Solidelan family?"
A man's voice came from outside the door.
Puri didn't think too much and answered subconsciously,""Yes?"
"Your friend asked me to deliver a parcel to you. I'll have to trouble you to come out and pick it up, Mr. Solidelan!”
Puri shook his head. The other party claimed that he had something to give to his father. Now, her heart was in a mess.
How stupid!
What was he thinking? Why did he suddenly agree just now? Besides, her father had never mentioned that he had friends in the past ten years. How could he have any friends? Price thought about it and choked up.
"Mr. Solidelan! This is the last work of your friend, Dr. Anago. He passed away last week. Before he died, he asked me to give you all these notes!”
Who was Dr. Anago?
Puri didn't care. She buried her head under the pillow and sobbed.
Perhaps it was because Puri was crying too loudly, or perhaps it was because that person had waited too long. He finally couldn't take it anymore, so he put his hand on the door, but he didn't expect it to be pushed open quietly.
"Ah?" The man seemed to be a little surprised that someone in the room had not told him that the door was not closed at all! He looked a little angry.
"Alright, Mr. Solidran, you're really stubborn.”He pushed open the bedroom door and saw the girl who had her head buried under the pillow. She was crying.
He was stunned by this scene. Then, he placed a thick stack of paper on the table and moved closer to the window.
"Where's your father, child?"
Puri did not answer him. In her mind, scenes of her father carrying her on his back and strolling on the streets appeared. The two of them walked along the public center, stepping on the straight white line, and headed straight ahead.
His father took a small step forward. He turned around and looked at Puri, his daughter. He always had a smile on his face. He was always happy. One family, two people. Because of love, she was unwilling to give up.
"Child, I'm a friend of your father's friend. Aren't you afraid?" The man tried to comfort her in a calm tone.
Puri sobbed and gradually calmed down. She peeked her eyes out, the corners of which were red and swollen from crying. "Mm, wu…"
Puri looked at him. The man was dressed in plain clothes. His cheeks were loose and he wore a blue and white baseball cap. He looked to be in his forties.
"My name is An Mo. Pucero, I am a student of your father's friend, Dr. Anago.”The man introduced himself.
"Oh…"
"May I ask where your father went?"
"He…went to the city."
"When did you go?"
"Yesterday morning."
"He hasn't returned yet?" The man became more and more agitated.
Puri nodded lightly.
"Alright, I understand." The man suddenly realized that Puri was a little girl with crippled legs.
He seemed to have gone crazy and kept muttering,"Okay, I know."”This sentence. He crossed his arms and paced back and forth in the room. In the end, he let out a deep sigh. He stopped in front of the bedroom door and saw a dirty jacket hanging on the outer wall.
Could it be that Solidelan had worn it? He thought.
Puri didn't understand what was going on, so the man quietly walked out. When the man came back, he was carrying a big bag of snacks and a big bundle of fresh vegetables with both hands. He also carried a big bag on his back. It was as if he was going to live in her house.
"What are you doing?"
"Listen, little girl." The man handed the big bag of snacks to Puri. Puri hesitated and didn't take it, so he had to put it on the table first.
Turning around, he continued to explain to Puri,""We had a little accident while promoting something, and your father was also a member of the entire revolutionary team. I'm not too sure about his current situation. In short, I have to find him. I have something important to tell him, including this posthumous work. I'll be in charge of taking care of you for the next few days. Let's hide for a while. We'll be safe once the storm passes.”
"Wait, what's going on?"
"Little girl, I will slowly explain these things to you.”
"Do you know where my father went? Can you tell me?”No matter how Puri looked at him, he didn't seem like a good person.
An Mo nodded. He untied the bag and threw it into the corner. He looked up at Puri and found that she was staring at him. Her eyes were clear, and there was an indescribable anger in them, which made An Mo feel very awkward.
"I said I would explain it to you slowly. Little girl, please be patient.”An Mo raised his head and said calmly to Puri,""Now you must know that the great storm is coming. It will destroy us. We have to hide.”
"I'm sorry, I don't understand what you're saying! Please get out of my house immediately!"
"Little girl, I'm not shouting at you to scare you.”An Mo furrowed his brows. If he told her what had happened now, what would a child like her understand? He had never been married and didn't know how to pester a child, so he just picked up Dr. Anago's posthumous work and stuffed it into her hands.
"Here!" " Keep this well," said Ammo." This is the last work of your father's friend, Dr. Anago. It's very precious.”
"You…"
An Mo's eyes turned sour. He suddenly said,"" If I can't escape the storm, please live well and make this posthumous work known to the world. You must let the world know about this history…"
Puri was stunned. The only person in her mind was her father. The image became more and more blurry, as if it would never come back.
After saying that, An Mo turned around and grabbed a handful of cole and a bag of flour from the bag. He hummed a tune and walked out of the house.
Puri looked at the back of the man as he walked out, holding the notebook that weighed a few pounds in his hand. Her eyes suddenly lit up and she was shocked because she saw the words written in the middle of the thick cover:
（3100――3140）
Anago. Dr. Zisler: Historical Remains
Along with her curiosity, her father's whereabouts, and the sudden appearance of a man who was unknown whether he was a good or bad person, all of this caught Puri off guard.
She could not understand what the so-called storm was.
Puri relaxed and tried to open the first page of the cover...
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