Chapter 70: Under the apartment

"Do you like her very much?" White asked gently.
"Of course." Sara put the book down, sitting upright like a little adult, "Sister Evelyn is beautiful and friendly. Every time she comes, she brings me my favorite Barbie. You see."
Sarah carefully pulled out a long-haired Barbie from under the quilt.
I can see that she really likes it. Even the gestures are so precious. She hides under the quilt closest to her, so she is not easily seen.
White put his gaze on Barbie and smiled. Sure enough, the little girl at this time likes this doll the most.
He noticed a word in Sarah, "Every time?" White asked.
"Yes, Sister Evelyn has come to see me for the third time in the hospital."
Sarah smiled shyly, covering her face shyly, very embarrassed and very happy.
White swallowed, and finally did not ask the question.
He wanted to ask this little girl, every time Evelyn came, did she have to bring so two cameramen to take pictures?
But considering that it would hurt Sara's self-esteem, White did not ask.
White sat down in the seat where Evelyn was sitting.
His head turned quickly, thinking about what topic should be talked to this little girl to interest her?
In fact, before coming, White had always felt anxious about this. He always thought that he had nothing to talk about with a girl of this age, and when the other party was a sick girl, White didn’t know whether the atmosphere would be frozen to a dozen or so. Celsius?
Fortunately, to White's surprise, Sarah was not as quiet as she looked.
Sara even asked White on the initiative.
"Are you a college student near here?"
White was stunned and replied: "Ah... yes."
"I knew it." Sarah grinned. "This month, you are the third one."
White said, "Really... Do you feel tired?"
"Tired? It's not at all." Sarah shook her head. "My parents are both workers and don't have the funds to pay for my treatment in such a good environment. Don't look at me as a child, but I know a lot. Medical expenses are all. It was supported by the Stanford school. They also sent college students like you to play with me, so that I don’t feel lonely, and I’m too happy to have time."
Yes. What kind of sympathy, when a person is alone, someone chats with him, it is too late to be happy.
Sara has such a mentality that makes White feel fortunate for her. Only by looking at other people's good deeds with kindness rather than narrow eyes can make life easier.
White didn't know how Sarah was feeling at the moment, but saw that her lips were a little pale, and stood up: "Will it be a little stuffy? Let me turn on the purifier for you."
Sara thanked weakly from behind: "Thank you..."
"Raise your hand."
White walked to the door, turned on the purifier, and tried to let the indoor air flow so as not to be too hot.
"What's your name?"
When White walked back to the bed, he heard Sara ask.
"White, White Engelson." White responded with his unchanging answer.
"A nice name." Sarah praised and pondered for a moment, as if thinking of something, she added silently, slightly embarrassed, "As nice as the name Evelyn."
White guessed that the girl named Evelyn was Sara's idol.
"You like her very much, don't you?"
When White realized it, the question had been asked a second time.
Sara frowned slightly, just when White thought the six-year-old girl was tired of the troublesome question and answer, Sara turned over the magazine she had been reading.
"Look." Sarah pointed to the magazine right in front of White with her white fingertips. "This is Sister Evelyn. She is more beautiful than an angel when she is on the runway. She is my idol. "
auzw.com White saw it.
It turns out that Sarah has been reading fashion icon magazines, which makes White a little bit uncontrollable.
White set his sights on the magazine Sarah was pointing at.
In the Victoria's Secret Angel column, Evelyn's expressionless face is as flawless as it was painted with a brush.
Her profile is written in the small print column.
Evelyn Crawton, signed the Victoria's Secret Angel at the Victoria Secret Fashion Show at the age of 19.
Her young and youthful face is particularly vivid, and the three-dimensional facial features full of fashion sense have a trace of coldness, and the eyes slightly reveal a sense of alienation that people are not close to.
It turned out to be a Victoria's Secret Angel...
It's no wonder that I didn't have any expressions during the whole process just now, and I was accustomed to facing the camera calmly.
White finally knew where the familiarity came from when he first saw Evelyn's face.
He usually doesn't read the magazines of these fashion models, but because he draws at the BSB game company in Brooklyn, he often needs to learn from the layout of other companies.
Evelyn is the prototype of many 3D shapes.
Her facial features are simply made in heaven.
"I want to be a Victoria's Secret angel like Sister Evelyn." Sarah whispered.
"You will succeed." White touched Sara's head. "You are beautiful and smart, and God loves and bless you."
"Sister Evelyn said the same. She said I will succeed."
"Of course you will succeed."
Facing Sara's innocent face, White smiled and answered like this.
It was dusk when White came out of the hospital. He really didn't expect that he would be so engaged in talking with a six-year-old girl.
Talking to Sara is interesting and lively.
She has a six-year-old skin and a sixteen-year-old soul.
Or twenty-six years old.
Youth and maturity are manifested in her at the same time.
White had a pleasant conversation with Sarah, none of the things he had worried about before happened.
The only thing White felt sorry for was that he did not bring any gifts to Sarah.
So White promised: "Next time, next time I come, I will bring your favorite Barbie."
Sarah smiled again.
White walked out of the hospital and did not return to Stanford or Google, but took the bus directly back to the apartment.
He was about to go upstairs, but he heard small moans.
It's a male voice, moaning being beaten.
White felt the voice very familiar, so he withdrew from the stairs, looking for a moan.
White thought it was in a corner of the apartment, but he didn't expect that the source of the sound would be in the corner alley of several apartments.
It was dark and damp, with only half a corridor patronized at dusk.
There is darkness everywhere, thick ink that is not bottomless.
Moans came from inside, and at the same time, there was the sound of clothing rubbing on the ground, and the rustling of hay piled aside.
Bang Bang Bang, Bang Bang Bang.
It was the sound of raining fists falling, and the sound of footsteps gradually spreading from outside to inside.