The square is crowded with people, balloons, loud jokes and cheerful music. Gardenia turned around. She really feels lonely, although she is happy here. In fact, loneliness still needs to penetrate all objects and reach a more real heart. Just like the music I hear now, it is ethereal, but it really hits the rhythm of her heart.
Suddenly, a little boy's balloon flew into the sky. He watched the balloon fly farther and farther in horror, and finally cried with a "wow". A tall figure belonging only to his father came running: "What's the matter? Children. "
"Dad, my balloon flew."
So my father grabbed his little hand and chased the balloon together.
Looking at such a familiar and unfamiliar picture, Gardenia's eyes were covered with a layer of fog. Those hands must be the warmest hands tonight, Gardenia thought, because there is father's real temperature on them. She accidentally touched her cold fingertips and gave a wry smile.
The snack bar opposite is brightly lit, and Gardenia looks at it, trying to find a quiet place to sit down. Unexpectedly, I stumbled across a familiar figure-Miss Wang.
He stood in front of the snack bar and took off Santa's clothes. Several children surrounded him for sugar. He smiled and took the thick stack of money handed by the boss, took out one of them and bought a handful of candy for the children.
Gardenia's brain is running at full speed: Why does Teacher Wang want to play Santa Claus? That's the money? Gardenia sensitive heart gradually filled with contempt.
She walked quickly to Miss Wang, as if to find out. Teacher Wang saw her, and her face flashed a panic:
"Gardenia? Why don't you go home? It's so late. "
"What about you? What are you doing here? "
As soon as he looked up, he met gardenia's sharp eyes and blunt questions.
"I ..."
Teacher Wang didn't know how to explain it at the moment, and his face was red with cold.
"Are you here to make money?"
"No, no! Why do I need so much salary? My daughter is gone ... "
The wind was very cold, and Mr. Wang swallowed back his words.
But gardenia can still hear clearly.
She froze in an instant. It turns out that Mr. Wang is also a person who has lost his family! He has the same pain as himself, but he is still full of enthusiasm for life.
She suddenly felt deeply guilty.
However, she didn't understand:
"Then why did you come to work?"
There is a little more understanding and relief in the tone, but I still ask questions.
"Your tuition is due again ..."
Teacher Wang sighed lightly.
Suddenly, gardenia stood still like an electric shock.
She knows everything. What kind of scholarships are there? ! Where is the free place? ! Her tuition has always been paid by Miss Wang!
"So that's it ..."
She muttered to herself.
Gardenia looked at Mr. Wang's thin back and graying hair, and looked at the man who gave her father warmth and kindness. She couldn't help feeling sour: In the past, she always took the love given to her by others for granted, because their love was twice as much as hers, and she was more used to closing herself in a narrow space and couldn't feel his concern.
I never knew that he really lost his daughter.
He took her as his daughter, but she took his love as pity and sympathy and threw it into the cold corner with her resentment.
"Gardenia, I'm sorry, I didn't ask your permission. But I sincerely hope that I can watch you get into an ideal university and realize your piano dream in the university. "
"I'm not sympathetic and pitying you, I love you. You look like my daughter, really. When I look at your happiness, I seem to see my daughter's smiling face in heaven. "
"I really hope that you can look at life optimistically every day, so that your father will be happy in heaven, won't he?"
Teacher Wang's voice choked. He looked lovingly at the gardenia in front of him-thin face, tired face, and couldn't help but want to warm her cold hands. But as soon as he reached out, he suddenly shrank back, afraid of hurting this tough and fragile girl.
"I'm sorry."
"Dad!"
Gardenia raised her face and her eyes were hazy. She couldn't restrain her emotions and rushed out. She suddenly felt that this man looked like his father, like him.
Teacher Wang looked at Gardenia in surprise. Her black eyes sparkled with crystal light. He gently hugged the sobbing gardenia and said:
"Dear daughter, don't cry. Dad will help you go to college and play the piano! "
No one noticed that Gardenia quietly held the warm big hand of "Dad" with her cold little hand. Just like that moment, the hard ice in gardenia's heart slowly melted in this cold winter.
She suddenly felt that her hand was the happiest and warmest hand tonight.
On this beautiful Christmas Eve, in the bustling square, a pair of "father and daughter" held hands affectionately, holding hands, and so on, and never separated.
Postscript: 10,000 bright futures are not worth a warm gift; Every real present was once her imagined future. Gardenia sat by the window and stared at the sky:
"Dad, thank you for giving me a warm angel."
Sunshine, in an instant, is full of happy rooms.