In 2009, the college entrance examination in Chongqing scored zero, me and the story.

Ten years later, the outgoing Obama revisited Beijing, and a mixed-race girl found Obama: "President, do you remember the waiter in the Great Hall?"

Q: And you are?

Girl (full face of cow, mumbling): Mom, I finally found him! !

Q: Little girl, are you all right? Who's your mother? Where is it now?

"Back to the president, my mother has passed away!" The little girl said gloomily.

Little girl (singing emotionally): "One night in Beijing, you left a lot of feelings ~ ~ ~ ~ This song was written by my mother ..."

Obama said with emotion, "I heard this song at a banquet in the Great Hall of the People ten years ago, but I didn't expect it was written by your mother. Your mother is also a woman who can write poetry and prose! " However, this lyric is too desolate! "

The little girl was filled with happiness when she saw Obama whispering to herself and asking for advice. At this point, I can't help but take a deep breath and summon up courage to say, "Mom, I write for my father because I miss him!" " "

Obama: Oh? What happened to your father?

The little girl was in tears again: my dad ... my dad, long ago, left my mom for her future and never heard from her again!

Obama's heart is broken. Looking at this little girl, he is deeply sympathetic. ...

The little girl looked at Obama, wiped her eyes, and said with deep affection and meaning, "My mother said that this man, who has been waiting all her life, hates all her life, but still thanks God for this hateful man. Otherwise, this life is like a pile of hay, which is boring. "

Obama looked at the little girl affectionately: so you are also a poor child! It's also a blessing for dad to have mom's expectation! What happened afterwards? Did he go back?

The little girl took out a yellow napkin from her pocket, embroidered with two national flags, fluttering in the wind and lifelike. ..............

When Obama saw it, he was shocked, put his hand on his forehead and whispered: OMG~~~~~~ ~ ~ ~

The little girl took out a glass goblet from her pocket, which was crystal clear. .......

Obama couldn't help it any longer. He reached out and took the little girl's hand, and asked in a trembling voice, Really, ............? Why aren't you black at all?

Little girl: "My mother raised me alone. ...

Afraid of being laughed at, I was a black boy without a father, so I gave it to me. ...

(Wu Dalang was beaten in the background music ~ ~ ~)

Taking out Dae Jang Geum Whitening Cream from my arms is the reason why I have become so white and moist ... "

Question: "Oh ~ ~ ~ What's your name?"

Little girl: "My mother named me no regrets. My name is no regrets."

With tears in his eyes, Obama hugged the little girl tightly.

The little girl struggled and said, "actually ... actually ... I ... I came to return this cup to ... actually, I came to return this chocolate Wei Zi."

Before she fainted, the little girl finally rolled her eyes and said this sentence. At the same time, she took out a crystal cup from her pocket and handed it to Obama.

With a crystal cup, Obama seems to have returned to the charming romance of the Great Hall of Beijing for one night. He choked back tears, held the little girl's hand and sobbed, "My baby, dad found you. Don't faint. Dad sealed you a cup ~ ~ ~ "

Suddenly, two chocolate-colored girls and agents appeared outside the door. Chocolate Girl No.1 was tearing with the agents, and her sideburns were scattered. She cried and shouted, "Dad, I am the real cup girl ..............................."

Girl Chocolate No.2, holding the waist of Chocolate No.1, cried like a pear caught in the rain, crying and shouting, "Why, why, miss, you really returned the cup ......................................................................."