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Red house and White House

She was his crutch, always holding his hand across the street, and he was always able to point her in the direction of safety through his wise ears. Together, they were a whole life.

By nathen kaporPublished 3 years ago 3 min read

They are a combination of an era, the imprint of the pain, she was born deaf and dumb, all sounds are still around the world for her, he is a congenital cataract, have never seen the moon spring flowers, when one day, her hand on his shoulder, he suddenly heard the sound of love, and they tightly embrace together, for the same fate, But they vowed to brew an extraordinary life.

She was his crutch, always holding his hand across the street, and he was always able to point her in the direction of safety through his wise ears. Together, they were a whole life.

He liked to go outside, although everything he saw was a blur, but the more this inspired him to see the world, the more strong determination, he even dreamed that he saw spring, his head blooming flowers.

She was afraid that he would get lost, so she painted the house red. She said that way he would know his way home.

But he is still lost, this is the third year of their marriage, she learned of the news, sent relatives and friends everywhere to find, still in vain, she heartache, for their momentary negligence and regret for life.

In order to be able to find his news, she posted posters everywhere, above also specially painted a big red house, is the condensed version of the red house at home, many good people are also helping to find him, some said that may be some contractor seized, he is so smart, will certainly escape back.

He was indeed taken away by a contractor, he and a group of disabled people shut together, every day live a non-human life, he does not accept the fate, feel that they are not just, so unite the workers strike together, resist their violent tendency, gradually, he became the leaders of the workers.

Finally, one day, a beautiful woman stood in front of him, the smell of his body made his soul almost out of body, she told him, can help him heal his eyes, can let him live in a comfortable White House, but he must listen to her. It was a strange deal, but he agreed to her request in order to see the spring, half a month later, he was cataract surgery, when the gauze was removed, when he saw the enchanting woman in front of him, he was silly, and then cried.

He was no longer poor, she put him in the white tiled house, where the air was fresh, he became the husband of the contractor's family, their accomplice, he was in charge of guarding the disabled, and she was in charge of him.

Three years later they have a lovely daughter, she also took him as a family, gradually relax their guard against him, so rich life makes him happy, he had forgotten that he never saw the disabled woman.

That day, he took to the streets together with daughter, pass by a telegraph pole, daughter suddenly said, dad, you're going to see a red house, below the many suggestion, revealing the half red house, with their impression of the red house, he can't wait to tear off the pressure of advertisement, see clearly, putting a four years ago, it was she who put up putting on him.

He went back to their hometown of opportunity, still very bright red house, he doesn't know how to open the dusty door, summon up courage to forward knocking at the door, inside is empty, someone came up and said to him, here the hostess, died six months ago, she left home to our neighbors left her only money, let's paint red house per month, To keep it bright forever, she said, so her cataract-stricken husband could find his way home.

He sobbed so badly that the next day people found the streets of the city covered with red houses, and a tall man, running in the rain and roaring.

He's crazy.

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