The Director of Music Department

Chapter 1410: .Change

Cole walked through the hallway and pushed open the door of his mother's bedroom.

He stood at the door of his mother's bedroom and looked around carefully. It was quiet.

Lin's room was empty, there were no paintings, and no people living together. A simple bed is placed in a corner.

"What's the matter with you?" Lin was talking in a dream, her face twisted by the sadness in her heart: "Someone hurt you? I'll beat them."

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

Lin Guo fell asleep really quietly.

This scene can be said to make many people feel warm.

Cole loves his mother the same, and his mother loves Cole the same, even dreaming about protecting Cole.

Cole sat in front of the tent and examined it for a long time. It seemed that someone had moved. He tightly tied the sheets to the chair and hurried into the tent.

In the theater, the audience became nervous.

Because everyone knows that the sheets of Cole's tent were loose before, and it was definitely not accidental by the director, but to pave 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 roof of the tent began to crack. Cole followed the crack and saw an 8-year-old girl vomiting in a corner of the tent. Cole ran out of the tent like an escape, and the entire tent collapsed.

Cole ran into the living room and hid on 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 nothing happened.

After a few seconds. Cole stood at the door, looked at the tent that stood like a hump, and made a determination. He walked to the tent and slowly turned off the sheets. It was still the girl.

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

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

This is a helpless change, and perhaps this is the first time Cole is facing up to his own abilities.

Instead of being frightened and evaded again and again as before.

But for a child, this is too painful.

The picture changes, and it's dawn.

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

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

The car is passing a cemetery. Cole drew his head from the car window quickly, calmed down, and said to Malcolm: "She ran a long way to find me, right?"

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

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

A simple-looking house stands on the corner of the street, with a well-maintained lawn in front of the house. People in black formal attire came in and out sadly through the front door.

Cole and Malcolm joined the crowd of visitors and walked slowly towards the door.

A little girl about 4 years old sits on a swing in front of the house.

Cole wondered: "Is it her sister?"

The camera turned to the family's house, which was full of people. The grieving people gathered in twos and threes and talked in a low voice.

Through the conversations of these people, the audience knows some information.

"I experienced it when my dad passed away from cancer. But can you imagine that this child has been in bed for two years?"

"How many doctors have you seen?"

"I think there are six."

"Six doctors?"

"I think so."

These conversations revealed a lot of things. For example, this child was in bed 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 by 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 walkway is full of injections and bedding to be cleaned away. 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 waited a long time at the door before turning the handle of the bedroom door.

For him, this was also a different journey. It was the first time he faced his own abilities and tried to use his abilities to help others.

Cole walked into the girl's bedroom and closed the door behind him. There is a special hospital bed near the window of the room. Greeting cards from relatives and friends are posted on the wall. The shelf is full of various puppets. Next to the shelf is a puppet stage and a camcorder with a mini tripod.

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

On the girl’s desk is a bunch of video tapes, labelled with labels such as "96 Christmas Puppet Show" and "Birthday Party Puppet Show"...

Cole read the label carefully while walking towards the cabinet.

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

Cole instinctively jumped back and sat down on the ground.

The girl squatting under the bed jerked a jewelry box to him.

Neither of them spoke.

At the same time, the girl's mother, Mrs. Collins, 27 or 18 years old, received condolences from the condor in the living room.

Cole held the jewelry box in his hand and walked across the crowd to the girl's father, Mr. Collins, a thin man. He sat blankly, like a statue.

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

The man did not respond, but the guests next to him looked at the little boy strangely.

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

The man nodded.

Cole was shaking a little, he handed the jewelry box to Mr. Collins: "This is for you. She has something to tell you."

Father's eyes showed confusion and pain, and it took a long time before he gently took the box from Cole's hand.

Cole turned and left.

Father opened the jewellery box, which contained an unlabeled videotape.

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

Mr. Collins is sitting.

The snowflake dots on the TV were quickly replaced by puppet shows.

There are two puppets on the stage. When they dance, they can hear Kira's voice.

Puppet 1: No, he is coming, and he is walking towards me.

Puppet 2: Do you want to dance?

Puppet 1: I came with a friend.

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

Puppet 1: Okay.

Father watched the puppet show and smiled with extreme heartache.

Almost everyone in the living room is watching!

There was footsteps on the TV.

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

Kira climbed onto the bed and pretended to be sleeping. The door opened, and Mrs. Collins came in with a sandwich and soup.

The people in the living room were watching, and his father's eyes had not left the screen at all:

Mother put the dinner plate on the desk, and it happened.

Mother walked to the cabinet, opened the cabinet, took out a bottle of detergent from the pile of detergent and sponge, and looked at the ingredients inside.

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

Mother brought the dinner plate to the bed, placed it on the metal revolving table, and turned the table top onto the bed.

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

Kira pretended to have just woke up: "I feel better."

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

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

Mrs. Collins: "Your situation has always been bad this afternoon, let's talk about it."

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

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

Kira swallowed again.

Mrs. Collins: "Sam's mother called."

The father trembled and turned off the TV, and pressed his eyes with his hands, as if it had begun to breathe fire.

The living room is very quiet.