Senor Pink, My Memories 2

Not long after, when Senor Pink returned home on a stormy night, he learned that their child had died. Holding a bouquet of flowers, Senor Pink could hardly believe it. "Gimlet is dead?"

At that moment, his wife sat by the window, staring at their child's photograph. Completely despondent, she said, "The day you suddenly disappeared a week ago, he came down with a fever. We took him to the hospital, but they still couldn't save him. Liar! You liar! I contacted the bank countless times, and they all said they had no employee by your name. Tell me the truth—what kind of work do you actually do? What money have we been living on?" Russian cried as she pounded his chest. "Can't you answer me? You don't deserve to be a father anymore. Get out of my way!"

She shoved Senor Pink aside and ran out.

"Wait! Wait!" Senor Pink tried to grab Russian, but he couldn't catch her. "Wait, Russian! There's a storm outside!"

However, the moment he caught hold of her, Russian turned around and slapped Senor Pink across the face. "Don't treat me like an idiot. Don't follow me!" Then she ran away.

Senor Pink looked at Russian's retreating figure in agony. "It's not like that, Russian. I couldn't tell you everything because you hate pirates more than anything." Then he chased after her, shouting, "Where are you, Russian?! Russian! Where are you?!" A whole night passed, but he still couldn't find Russian.

When he returned home, the phone rang. After answering it, he ran to the hospital. The doctor told him, "It was raining at the time, and your wife happened to be caught in a landslide. She was buried beneath it. Her condition is very serious."

Senor Pink asked, "Has she become vegetative?"

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