Chapter 6 The Bad News

"After more than half a month of strong wind and heavy snow, the snowstorm that passed through Beijing has finally shown signs of weakening, and the weather will gradually return to warm, but the weather is still very cold. I hope you still pay attention to keep warm... " Wendy stood in the crowded bus, holding the hand ring. The sweet voice of the beautiful broadcaster on the mobile TV filled the whole bus.

She looked through the layers of people and out of the window from a very small gap. The rare winter sunshine shone on the white snow all over the world and reflected a dazzling light. After the fierce storm and snow passed, a sunny day finally came.

Perhaps it was because the traffic jam on the road took up time, when Wendy arrived at the shop, she found that everyone had arrived. The sunny day made her in a good mood. She winked playfully at Tina who was watching her coming in, and carefully moved into the lounge against the wall. She was secretly happy that the manager didn't see her.

When she took out her uniform and was about to change the clothes, she saw Tina sneaking in with a newspaper in her hand. Wendy stopped what she was doing and excitedly waited for the news.

"Do you know who passed away?" Tina didn't look complacent as usual. She was a little serious. After all, it was not a good thing that someone died.

"I don't know." although she answered calmly, she subconsciously felt that she had something to do with it. Tina put the newspaper in her hand, "Read it by yourself. I have to go out." then she went out.

Wendy immediately opened the newspaper and quickly browsed the titles of each section of the news. ----"Mourn deeply. A famous Chinese entrepreneur died of a heart attack at home last night.".

Seeing the title, Wendy closed the newspaper abruptly and dared not look at it again. Then she felt everything in front of her went dark and she couldn't see anything. After a few seconds, she reluctantly held the cabinet and sat on the chair, opened it again with her trembling hands, and looked down carefully.

"According to the news, the president of H Group, a well-known enterprise in the country, a famous entrepreneur and a philanthropist, Mr. Hale, died at home at 23:10 last night because of a sudden heart attack. H Group was a private enterprise with the most abundant assets in China. It had been the leader in the business world since its establishment for more than 20 years. As the president, Mr. Hale was not only a business genius, but also dedicated to charity. The welfare houses and Hope Primary Schools named after him were all over the country. Till this report, the representatives of the central government, the national industrial and commercial alliance and the folk representatives had visited his families and mourned deeply. "

After reading the whole report, Wendy's tears had wet half of the newspaper, and the densely packed words were even more blurred. The newspaper in her hand fell to the ground, and the bold and black title of the obituary pierced her eyes. Wendy covered her face with her hands and pressed against her legs. She said in a hoarse voice, "Dad, Dad.."

Since Wendy was adopted by Hale Hua in a welfare house when she was five years old, she had been living in his family. Hale treated her as his own daughter, making her a real princess. It was also in this family that she had spent a very happy decade with Hugo, who had once been called her brother.

After she and Hugo went abroad, she called Hale every day. Sometimes she told him how happy she was today, and sometimes she complained to him that Hugo painted a piggy on her face when she was asleep. This was also the happiest time of Hale every day. After a day's meeting and business talk, he received her phone call in the evening. Hearing her twittering voice, all his fatigue was immediately swept away.

Later, she had a big quarrel with Hugo and returned home alone. She never called her father again. She missed him so much that she hid behind a big tree downstairs to wait for him to get off work. She was very satisfied when she saw him sitting in the car from a distance.

Every time Wendy saw his car driving farther and farther away, she would always squat under the tree with her arms around her shoulders, trying to make herself look calm. She never lied to him. She was really very happy, but that was only in the past.

The two of them had seen the scenery outside the cafe in Venice in summer. They strolled by the River Seine in Paris, strolling inside the astronomical palace and museum, enjoying the mellow fragrance of wine; the blue sky, green water, sunshine, beach, sea wind Their footprints were left on the beach of the Seychelles Islands; the Love God in Rome had witnessed the oath they had made.

In the alley of Seville, there were Moore style houses on both sides. The phantoms of the old city of Arabia were faintly visible, allowing them to wander around; the laughter of the them was left on the four old bridges on the River Arno of Florence; the modern buildings of San Francisco were left in the photo of they hugging each other. They had strolled on the river of nirvana in the St Petersburg, enjoying the romance of the north country. They had stepped on the white sand of the beach to feel the temperature of Maldives, swimming in the sea and listening to the heartbeat of Maldives.

She didn't know how long she had cried and thought. Fortunately, everyone was busy with their work and no one came in to disturb her. Wendy raised her head and looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were as red as peaches. The blue veins on her forehead bulged as she held back her tears. She seemed to say to herself, and she also wanted to murmur to her dead father, "Dad, I'm sorry. I didn't see you for the last time. It's my fault that I didn't take care of you. Now I can't go to see you off. I'm sorry." Then she began to cry again.

She sat for a long time before she stood up, wiped her tears and opened the door to work. Fortunately, everyone was busy with their work and no one noticed her abnormality. The lobby manager asked her over just after her brought coffee and dessert to table 3.

"What's wrong with you? Why are your eyes so swollen? Were you crying?" The manager asked with concern.

At first, the manager didn't like her because she always broke things. Later, he found that she worked very efficiently and didn't talk much at ordinary times. His impression of her gradually changed and promoted her to be the foreman of the waiter.

"Nothing. I drank too much water last night and my eyes were a little swollen." Then she lowered her head and rubbed her eyes unnaturally to avoid the manager's eyes.

The manager didn't notice her abnormality and said, "Have you read today's newspaper? Mr. Hale passed away." Hearing this, she felt sad again and almost cried out.

"Mr. Hale is a good man and takes good care of us. You haven't known that he is also a major shareholder of our 4S shop. Oh, then, in order to express our mourning, I have decided to go there on behalf of everyone. But I can't go today. When I called Mr. Hale's son, Mr. Hugo, to explain, he asked you to go there on my behalf. Do you know him? Otherwise, how could he remember you, a little waitress? " The manager looked at her in surprise.

'Why did he ask me to go? Does he want to give me a chance to see my father off, or does he want to make a fool of me in front of everyone?' Wendy also had a series of questions in her heart.

"Okay, I'll go." hearing her affirmative tone, the manager, who had been afraid that Wendy would refuse, breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, I'll send a car to pick you up at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. Ah, thank you, Wendy. You helped me a lot. I thought you couldn't" Before the manager finished his words, Wendy turned around and left in silence.