One spring Saturday afternoon

One spring Saturday afternoon, the residential area next to the newsstand kiosks master text tert-positive leisurely flipping through magazines. Wearing a red dress, the 15-year-old looks like when a little girl went to the kiosk before, there was not looking around, it seems a bit overwhelmed, looked at the telephone, and quietly walked away, however little while later, went to kiosks ago.

Phone calls to heaven do not know is anti repeatedly wandering at the newsstand before and uneasy look, her bright red dress, especially, attracted the attention of the text t he carried looked at the girl and called to her: Hello! little girl, are you looking for magazines it? "" No, uncle, I ...... I want to call ...... "" Oh, you hit it! "Thank you, uncle, and long-distance calls can also play this?" "Of course you can ! international calls can fight. "

The little girl carefully picked up the microphone, and moved a number of seriously good text tert disturb the girl simply pretended like reading magazines, leaned to the side. Little girl panic slowly relaxed, the phone finally opened up: "Mom ... Mom! Kogiku, how are you? Mom with my uncle came to Tongxiang, last month uncle wages, he gave me 50 bucks, I have put money on the pillow, I gather the 500 mail to go to his brother to pay tuition, buy fertilizer to give the father. "little girl thought for a moment and said:" Mother, I tell you, my uncle's factory can eat meat every day, I have gained over the mother you worry, I can take care of themselves. Oh, by the way, my mother, the day before yesterday here an aunt gave me a red skirt, and now I'm wearing a skirt to call you Mom, uncle's factory watch TV, I like to see the film of the children studying in the school ... "Suddenly, the tone of voice of the little girl changed hand wiping his tears, "Mom, your stomach often hurt it? there flowers it? I miss home, want his brother to my father, miss you too, Mom, I really, really I miss you dream often dream ah! mom ... "

The girls never say no anymore, Wen Shu raised his head and looked at her lovingly, the girl hurriedly put down the microphone, panic microphone placed several times before to put it back on the phone. "Girl, homesick, right? Do not cry, have the opportunity to go home and see Mom and Dad." "Ah, uncle, telephone bills and how much money you?" Is not much you can say more with her mother for a while, I undercharged you a little money. "Uncle Wen habitually looked to the phone on the counter, my God, he suddenly found that the electronic display of the phone is not even charges the girl's phone did not get through!" Damn, girl, I'm sorry! you have to re-fight, just, ah, your phone is not turned on ... "Well, I know, uncle!" In fact ...... In fact, our hometown no phone call. "Uncle Wen puzzled and asked:" you just not talk to my mother yet? "little girl finally Kuchu sound:" In fact, I do not have a mother, my mother has been dead for more than four years ... every time I see his uncle and his companions to call home phone, I really envy them, I just want them to my mother play call his mother to speak ... "After listening to the remarks of the little girl, the text hand tert could not help, rubbed his reading glasses back the tears: "Good boy do not be sad, you just say, she must have heard my mother, she may be watching you, you are so naive, so dutiful daughter, she will be happy after you can in a week on here to call your mother and uncle do not charge you money. "

Since then, the master of this little country girl and city kiosks, had forged this "Food of Love". Every Saturday afternoon, Wen Shu here waiting for the little girl, the girl through a phone line and a phone number does not exist, the earth and heaven, mind and soul connection straight to the desire.