“Xiaojun called me and said something happened to Tongtong.”
Saying that, Hai Ling’s face turned pale again.
My sister is going back to the store to clean up today, what will happen?
Did the bookshelf fall down and crush my sister?
There are so many books on the shelves, they are so heavy, they fall down and weigh on people…
Hai Ling didn’t dare to think about it.
She is so scared.
She is afraid that something will happen to her sister, and she is afraid that something will happen to her sister, what should she do?
She no longer has parents, and depends on her younger sister for life. If even her younger sister…
Hai Ling burst into tears.
Hearing this, Lu Dongming asked with concern: “What happened to your sister?”
Hai Tong is a friend’s wife, and Lu Dongming still cares about her.
“I don’t know. Xiaojun didn’t say anything. He only said that something happened to Tongtong. Xiaojun looked very flustered on the phone. Something must have happened.”
Lu Dongming said to her: “Hurry up and call Miss Shen to find out what’s going on. Don’t cry yet. You cry before you figure out what’s going on. If it’s not what you imagined, Isn’t it crying for nothing?”
Hai Ling choked with sobs, “I can’t help it… I’m afraid that the teacher would suddenly call me out of the classroom and tell me to go home quickly, saying that the village officials called the school and told me to go home quickly, so I hurried back After I got home, I found out that my parents were both dead…”
Hai Ling will never forget the day her parents died.
She was very scared when she received a phone call all of a sudden.
Be afraid, that’s a bad thing.
“Don’t think about it, ask yourself first.”
Lu Dongming also knew that the Hai family sisters lost their parents suddenly eleven years ago. Hai Tong was only ten years old at the time, and maybe her memory was not that deep, but Hai Ling was already fifteen years old at that time, and she was about to enter high school. Deeper than my sister.
What’s more, both of her parents died suddenly. As the elder sister, she shouldered the burden of taking care of her younger sister, and also took care of her parents’ affairs. That memory was probably the most painful in her life.
“Uncle Lu, I want paper.”
Yang Yang, who had always been afraid of Lu Dongming, took the initiative to ask Lu Dongming for tissues.
Lu Dongming gave him a tissue.
After the little guy took the tissue and thanked him, he slid out of the car seat, stood in front of Hai Ling, and wiped Hai Ling’s tears with the tissue. The childish voice comforted: “Mom, don’t cry.”
Hai Ling picked up his son and wiped away his tears, “Yangyang.”
“Mom, don’t cry.”
Yang Yang raised her little hand to wipe her mother’s tears.
Hai Ling was so moved that he hugged his son tightly, and then called Shen Xiaojun, who answered quickly.
“Xiaojun, what happened to Tongtong? How is she? You didn’t make it clear just now. I’m on my way to your bookstore, and I’ll be there soon.”