The Director of Music Department

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Cole walked down the hall and pushed open his mother's bedroom door.

He stood at the door of his mother's bedroom, carefully looking around, very quiet.

Lynn's room was empty, with no paintings and no cohabitants. A simple bed sits in one corner.

"What's wrong with you?" Lin was talking in her sleep, her face distorted because of the sadness deep in her heart: "Someone hurt you? I'll beat them up."

Cole stroked his mother's forehead with his small hand, and said softly, "Mom, go to sleep."

Lin really fell asleep peacefully.

This scene can be said to warm the hearts of many people.

Cole also loves his mother, and his mother also loves Cole, even thinking about protecting Cole in her dreams.

Cole sat in front of the tent and inspected it for a long time, and there seemed to be traces of someone moving. Nervously he tied the sheet to the chair and hurried into the tent.

In the theater, the audience couldn't help but tense up.

Because, everyone knows that the loose bed sheets of Cole's tent was definitely not the director's intention, but was paving the way for the next plot.

Sure enough, soon, what the audience was worried about happened.

Cole turned on the flashlight, and the tent lit up. But the top of the tent started to crack. Cole followed the crack and saw a girl about 8 years old vomiting in the corner of the tent. Cole ran out of the tent as if fleeing for his life, and the whole tent collapsed.

Cole ran to the living room and hid by the sofa.

Sebastian had already hid under the sofa.

Cole held his breath and waited. Nothing happened.

He took a breath and glanced at the bedroom, as if there was no movement.

After a few seconds. Cole stood at the door, looked at the tent standing like a hump, and made a decision. He walked to the edge of the tent and slowly lifted off the sheets, it was still the same girl.

The girl retched twice, looked up at Cole and said, "I feel better now."

Cole suppressed his fear and said, "What do you want to tell me?"

This is a change made out of desperation, and perhaps this is also the first time that Cole has faced up to his abilities.

Instead of being scared and running away again and again like before.

But for a child, this is too painful.

The screen changed, and it was dawn.

On the bus, Malcolm and Cole are both in formal attire.

Cole rested his head on the window glass, looking at the scenery outside.

The car was passing a cemetery. Cole shrank back from the car window, calmed down, and said to Malcolm, "She ran a long way to find me, didn't she?"

Malcolm glanced at him and said, "I suppose so."

Cole didn't speak, took out his tie and tied it.

A modest house stood on the corner of the street, with a well-kept lawn in front of it. People in black suits sadly passed in and out of the front door.

Cole and Malcolm joined the flow of visitors and walked slowly toward the door.

A little girl about 4 years old is sitting on the swing in front of the house.

Cole wondered: "Is it her sister?"

The camera shifted to the family's house, which was full of people. Grieving people gathered in twos and threes, talking in low voices.

Through the conversations of these people, let the audience know some information.

"I went through it when my dad passed away from cancer. But can you imagine this kid being bedridden for two years?"

"How many doctors have you seen?"

"I think there are six."

"Six doctors?"

"I think so."

These conversations revealed many things, for example, the child was bedridden for two years and saw six doctors.

And through the conversations of these people, the audience knew that the little one was also sick.

At this time, the camera showed a family photo hanging beside the stairs. In the photo, two girls, big and small, are standing in front of their parents, smiling at the guests.

Malcolm and Cole went upstairs quietly.

The long and narrow aisle is full of injections and mattresses that are ready to be cleaned up. Cole stood at the door of the girl's bedroom, not wanting to go in.

Cole looked at Malcolm, a little scared and begged: "Don't leave, okay?"

Malcolm nodded and said seriously: "I definitely won't."

Cole still waited for a long time at the door before turning the handle of the bedroom door.

For him, this is also a different journey. It is the first time for him to face up to his abilities and try to use his abilities to help others.

Cole walked into the girl's bedroom, closing the door behind him. There is a special hospital bed near the window of the room, some greeting cards from relatives and friends are pasted on the wall, and various puppets are placed on the shelf, beside the shelf is a puppet stage and a camcorder with a mini tripod.

Cole went to the shelf, picked out a finger puppet dancer, and put it in his pocket.

On the girl's desk were a bunch of videotapes, each labeled "Christmas Puppet Show in 1996", "Birthday Party Puppet Show"...

Cole walked toward the cabinets as he read the labels carefully.

Suddenly, a thin hand reached out from under the bed and grabbed Cole's ankle.

Cole jumped back instinctively, sitting down on the ground.

The girl squatting under the bed shoved a jewelry box at him.

Neither of them spoke.

Meanwhile the girl's mother, Mrs. Collins, aged twenty-seven or eighteen, was being greeted by mourners in the drawing room.

Cole, jewel box in hand, made his way through the crowd to the girl's father, Mr. Collins, a thin man. He sat there dumbfounded, like a statue.

Cole looked at Mr. Collins and called, "Sir?"

The man didn't respond, but the guest next to him looked at the little boy strangely.

Cole summoned up his courage and asked again, "Excuse me, sir. Are you Kira's father?"

The man nods.

Cole trembled a little. He handed the jewelry box to Mr. Collins: "This is for you. She has something to tell you."

The father's eyes showed confusion and pain, and after a long pause, he gently took the box from Cole's hand.

Cole turned to leave.

Dad opened the jewelry box, and inside was an unlabeled videotape.

The TV was turned on, and the guests watched TV one after another.

Mr Collins sat.

The snowflakes on the TV were quickly replaced by puppet shows.

There are two puppets on the stage, and when they dance, Kira's voice can be heard.

Puppet 1: No, here he is, walking towards me.

Puppet 2: Wanna dance?

Puppet 1: I came with my friends.

Puppet 2: How about we dance first? If I can't dance well, you can kick me.

Puppet 1: All right.

My father watched the puppet show and smiled with extreme heartache.

Almost everyone in the living room is watching!

Footsteps came from the TV.

Kira quickly put away the entire stage. Viewers can see the whole room from the TV. The camera is in the corner of her desk.

Kira climbed into bed and pretended to be asleep. The door opened and Mrs. Collins entered with a sandwich and soup.

The people in the living room were watching, and my father never took his eyes off the screen:

The mother put the dinner plate on the desk, and then it happened.

Mother went to the cupboard, opened it, took a bottle of detergent from a pile of detergent and sponges, and looked at the contents.

She walked to the side of the dinner plate, opened the cap of the detergent, poured some on the cap, felt that it was too much, and poured some back into the bottle. Then poured the rest into the soup. Then put the cleaner back in the cupboard.

Mother carried the dinner tray to the side of the bed, placed it on the metal swivel table, and swiveled the tabletop over the bed.

Mrs. Collins: "It's time for lunch, Kira."

Kira pretended to just wake up: "I feel better."

Mrs. Collins smiled. "Very well. It's time for you to eat."

Kira: "Can I go out and play after I finish eating?"

Mrs. Collins: "You have been doing badly in the afternoon. Let's talk about it."

Kira took a sip of the soup. She frowned and looked up at her mother.

Mrs. Collins: "Don't say it tastes weird, I don't want to hear that from you."

Kira swallowed another mouthful of soup.

Mrs. Collins: "Sam's mother is calling."

Father trembled and turned off the TV, pressing his hands over his eyes, as if they had started to breathe fire.

The living room was unusually quiet.

The audience in the theater also seemed unusually quiet!

Everyone is watching TV in disbelief!

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