She had just started learning Miyu in the first grade of junior high school. Even if Qin Qing was smart and had a good memory, she couldn't learn the knowledge she hadn't learned before.
So when she saw the rows of Mi language above, she found that the other party knew her, but she did not recognize it.
After not speaking for a long time, Qin Man seemed to see his sister's embarrassment, then he self-righteously took out the letter and acted as an interpreter.
But what no one expected was that it was not Stephen Norman, but a boy named Carl.
In the letter, he wrote: "Hello Qin Qing, I am Karl.
I'm very sorry, I can't read Chinese, and after receiving your letter, I didn't know what you wrote.
But from your notes, you can see that you are free and easy-going. You must be a very optimistic and kind girl.
Qin Qing blushed a little while listening to her brother's translation. This evaluation seemed a little too high for her.
She was indeed quite lively, but not kind. She had assaulted her classmates at school and had beaten them black and blue several times, earning her the nickname of a sex-slut.
Qin Man's translation continued: "Since I was a child, I have been paralyzed in both legs and have never known what it feels like to walk.
My family has been very good to me and has never given up on me, but I always feel sorry for them and that I have been a burden to them."
When everyone heard this, they were surprised to find that their guess was correct: the person who received the letter became paralyzed.
Everyone present was very quiet and wanted to continue listening to see how this little boy named Carl wrote back to Qing'er, and why it took him so long.
"Every day, I do all kinds of rehabilitation training. The process is painful, but the effect is minimal. But with the encouragement of my family, I never give up. I always believe that as long as I persist, I will win.
However, God did not favor me. At the age of fourteen, I still couldn't stand up.
Every day I go out in a wheelchair and watch everyone walking happily on the ground. I can only envy them.
What my family didn’t know was that I no longer wanted to live and had thought about suicide many times.
But just when I was about to kill myself, a letter from China arrived in my mailbox.
My family was not curious about this strange letter. When they were sure that they did not know anyone from China, they guessed that the sender might have written the wrong address, so they casually placed the letter on the table in the living room.
I am not a very curious person, but on the day when I was about to commit suicide, I looked at the letter in the yellow paper envelope on the table, and my hands seemed to be out of control and I picked up the letter.
The envelope has your name and address on it, but I still can't understand what it says.
But in the notes, I seem to see you writing.
It was as if something was silently encouraging me, telling me that I should not give up my life no matter what. As long as I am alive, there is hope, and as long as I am alive, I can pursue the freedom I want..."
Qin Man was like a very emotional voice host. His words made people imagine the boy's appearance in their minds, and the atmosphere became a little heavy.
People are like this, they can't bear to see others suffer.
They couldn't imagine how a child who couldn't walk since birth could spend every day, every minute, and every second.
He did not deliberately exaggerate his miserable condition, but he could make people truly feel his pain and helplessness.
Qin Man changed the letter and continued reading: "Like my family, I also cannot read Chinese, but I am eager to know what you wrote.
So I gave up the idea of giving up my life and asked my family to borrow books on learning Chinese from the library.
No one taught me, I could only learn little by little from books.
But Chinese is much more difficult than I thought. Finally, with my strong will, I studied for several months and finally translated your entire letter into American. Only then did I know what you wrote.
It turns out that you are a little girl named Qin Qing, younger than me.
You said you wanted to find a foreigner to be your pen pal, so that you could write to each other and become friends.
Later, you introduced your hometown, which is said to be a very beautiful place with picturesque scenery, singing birds and fragrant flowers, and people living in harmony with each other.
I, your pen pal, will also have the opportunity to visit your hometown in the future, take me to travel, teach me to paint, sing, and even dance.
By the way, you said your aunt is a great dancer and she is the pride of your hometown. Although you are not as good as her, you can dance too.
I admit that the word friend touches my heart deeply. I don’t have any friends except my family.
Because I can't walk, in their eyes I am a monster, a monster that can't walk.
Every time when my parents were not at home, they would bully me. I didn't want to make my family worry, so I never said anything.
But deep down, I long for a normal friendship, where they treat me sincerely and don't look down on me because I can't walk.
I also want to learn painting, but I want to learn dancing more.
I know I will never have the chance in this life, but I want to be your pen pal, a pen pal with whom I can confide.
So, I plucked up the courage to write this letter. I don’t know if you will still be friends with me after receiving this letter.
But no matter what, I hope you can live a carefree life and be a happy child.
Oh, let me correct you. My name is Karl, and the address is wrong. My home address is..."
Finally, Qin Man fulfilled his belief.
Fortunately, he speaks good English, otherwise who would be able to understand so many sentences!
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