"Sweetie, stay home and wait for Daddy to come home, okay? Daddy has to go to work now."
The cub immediately turned its face and stared at its father with wide eyes.
Why does Dad still have to go to work? He doesn't want to be separated from Dad.
The child disagreed, and immediately jumped off the sofa. His two short legs moved so fast that he rushed over like a little cannonball and hugged his father's leg tightly.
Seeing his baby so attached to him, the father's eyes softened with tenderness. He knelt down and gently kissed his baby's cheeks twice.
"My sweet baby, Daddy needs to earn money to support you. Wait for Daddy to come home, okay?"
The boy cupped his face in his hands, feeling his father's gentle, tender touch, as if caressing a newly blossoming flower bud. He couldn't help but blush, like a silly little angel tinged with a touch of gentle intoxication.
Dad patted his head one last time before straightening his suit and heading out.
The cub couldn't bear to part with its father, so it could only press its face against the door, listening to its father's footsteps fade into the distance.
The boy clearly remembers what his father told him before leaving: "Baby, you must not go out. If someone knocks on the door, don't open it or pay attention. Daddy has a key and will open the door himself when he gets home from get off work."
But the cub waited from dawn till dusk, until the first light came on by the roadside, before it heard footsteps coming from the corridor.
The footsteps stopped outside the door, but the door wasn't opened immediately.
In the tense silence, there was a rhythmic knocking on the door.
"Dong dong dong, dong dong dong".
The cub didn't ask anything; after a while, the father's voice came from outside the door:
"Honey, open the door, Daddy's home."
This is completely different from what Dad said this morning.
In the quiet, dark room, the cub held its breath, and even the onlookers tensed up.
"No way...it must be an imposter, kid, don't open the door!"
"Yes, yes, opening the door will definitely be the end of us!"
Many voices say the same thing.
But the cub hesitated for a long time, and inexplicably heard sadness and disappointment in the increasingly faint knocking.
He couldn't stop his father from coming home.
So the cub made up its mind, tiptoed to open the door, and faced its father outside.
The father outside the door was dressed the same as he had that morning: a black suit, his name tag on his chest, and shiny leather shoes. But for some reason, he was soaked to the bone, water dripping down his clothes like a light rain falling from the eaves.
A damp, indescribable smell enveloped the cubs.
In the dim light of the corridor, the cub couldn't see his father's face clearly; his black hair clung to his face, making his skin appear deathly pale.
The cub seemed startled, paused for a moment, and then took a step forward, stepping aside to let its father in.
After the father walked away and his figure disappeared, the cub realized that what was dripping continuously was not water, but blood all over the ground.
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