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The chair on the balcony is just right for curling up, with the scent of tree leaves in the air. It turns out it's raining outside, and mist is shrouding the far bank of the river. The lights in the houses on the opposite bank are flickering in the unclear mist, and that glowing bridge is truly sorrowful. The girl leaning on the railing, what is she gazing at in her eyes?
"What are you thinking about?"
"I'm daydreaming."
Huh? Why do you say that?
"Are you tired?"
"No."
"Then why did you say that?"
"Because it's like dreaming."
The lights on the opposite shore are getting brighter, and the neon lights from somewhere can even shine into my dark room.
"Go back, it's getting cold."
Last night, Dad made the final call and sighed as he sent the last bit of money.
Two hundred yuan.
Well, it should last for a while.
Goodbye might be difficult, so let's just say goodbye.
In the distant mountains, lights are flashing, and some cars are traveling on the Mountain Ring Road. On a rainy day, Mountain Ring Road, all of this feels like a murder is about to happen.
"Your hair, why is it so curly?"
The child asked in a childish voice, "Is your mom's hair curly?"
"No, it's not."
"Where's your dad?"
"I'm not sure."
"What about me?"
"This is something you should ask your mom and dad, kid."
"Are you a foreigner?"
"Why, why do you ask?"
Funny.
"Because it seems that foreigners have more curly hair."
Maybe it's a genetic mutation? It's just pure probability in the world, but it's too boring to answer like that.
"Do you really want to know?"
"Mm."
"In the summers of my childhood, it was so hot. The heat made it impossible for people to work during the day, and they couldn't sleep at night either. People suffered in the summer heat. Until one day, that night I was lying on the floor, and I still felt like I was about to catch fire. Can you guess why?"
"What's going on?"
"I was listening to the ground, and there was something rumbling like it was about to burst out. The sound kept getting closer and louder. Finally, it exploded with a muffled bang. Everything went dark in front of my eyes, and when I opened them, the whole house was on fire. My hair was being roasted in the flames, making it all curly. That's why it's still so curly today."
"It's so hot, ah."
She wiped away some sweat and loosened her collar to cool off. Just like the fire was burning over. "You were so close to being burned to death." Haha, how could that be, silly.
In that situation, the hair caught fire and disappeared, so there was no burning. "So you see, I almost got burned to death and now I still have to take care of you...." Oops.
Why am I becoming like those annoying adults?
"Hmm?"
The little one is looking at me with her head tilted, maybe she didn't hear what I just said clearly.
Great.
"So you see, your parents work so hard for whom."
"We won't eat, you eat."
"Blame me, I don't have that ability to give you a better life, and harm you by following us to eat bitter."
I've already stopped wanting to hear this kind of talk.
Even myself almost said these kinds of words.
Children should be understanding of their parents, but parents always want to be understood by their children. It's urgent and intolerable.
Education and love, two of the most unreasonable things. They have nothing to do with anything, with everything.
It was my choice to bring her back, so why did I just say those words?
It's my choice, but I seem to be justifying it as if it's because of her that I've become like this.
Why did I have to bring her back that day...
"Thank you, sir. Thank you for everything you've done for these children."
That day, a middle-aged bald man donated 200 yuan. After that, I heard the woman who seemed to be the foreman, or I should say the older sister, saying that she didn't look much older than the others. There was no donation box. Everyone watched as the girl put the money into her waist bag and then went into the mall, finally coming out with a series of children's and even baby products.
Everyone is watching.
Several bosses were embarrassed and even chased after her to return the money.
Yeah, after all, money is not valuable anymore, although it has always been like this, it has never been so worthless.
I averted my gaze, and at that moment, our eyes met. She was holding an old teddy bear, with darkened cheeks. She reached out her hand to me, not asking for anything, but handing me a bag instead.
Then I found out about the remaining half bag of rice. Actually, even if that bag was full, it wouldn't be much, it's too small, too small. Somehow, I followed inside. There were many people inside, most of them were affectionate spectators. There was even a young couple.
"You see that, so pitiful...."
"Such a young child."
I remembered that any film or television production prohibits the portrayal of child slaughter, and that even notorious gangs do not target children.
But on the battlefield, there are lonely little ones everywhere.
I firmly believe that if a person still has the most basic humanity in their heart, they will never harm children no matter what.
Children are the hope of humanity. When I see them, I feel sad.
No matter if it's crying or laughing, I will feel sad.
So I firmly believe that if a person can still be called a human, they will not do anything to harm children.
It's just that sometimes the target is not children, but more people.
Innocent people are affected, as well as many more innocent people.
"People who are ignorant of the truth...."
This kind of critical talk is so annoying.
Ordinary people can only survive, while capable people should try to save as much as possible.
The truth is, it's not that we don't care. It's just better to leave it to those who are more capable.
Various thoughts are bothering me, and I can't even say why anymore.
In short, I brought her home.
Maybe it was a moment of impulsiveness?
But isn't life just made up of those few moments?
Eternity is a moment of brilliance.
Ah, anyway, I don't know and I don't care.
Anyway, she's with me now, with me...
Perhaps I should consider heading to a farther place.
Yes, the war has already reached here, I should leave earlier.
"Do you play the guitar?"
A faint voice came, as if from a distant place.
guitar? The storage room is right.
"Didn't your mother tell you not to..."
Ah, why am I saying such things again!
"What, what's wrong?"
"Can you play the guitar?"
"A little bit, bought on a whim one winter."
"I think, listen."
The little devil really doesn't hold back at all.
I've only been able to 53231323 until now. I didn't study systematically when I bought it. I just looked through some books on my own. It's true that self-study is equal to not studying. But it should be enough to fool the kids.
Cough, cough...
Gotta clean up the dust properly.
"Not bad!"
Even though there's nothing much, I find it strange that she said such a thing.
"Do you know how to play anything else?"
At times like this, experienced masters would say:
"What do you want to listen to, little one?"
A more cunning response would be:
"Ten yuan for a song."
Unfortunately, I am nobody. Apart from being able to hold down various 5323 on the fifth string and third fret, I don't know how to do anything else. If I continue playing, I will be exposed. "I'm tired." Using this excuse to evade, in fact, after taking a shower and lying in bed, I can't sleep either.
How can the child sleep so soundly?
The blanket is like a crispy biscuit covering her, curled up on the windowsill like a cat sandwich.
Meanwhile, my own thoughts are disturbing me again.
It's time to leave this place, but I don't know where to go. Thanks to that girl, I had a good meal that day after a long time. However, after eating, I didn't feel hungry or full, just feeling like I don't need to eat anything else in this lifetime. In the dream with closed eyes, amidst the clouds and water, a dragon soared into the sky, capturing the soul.
Remember that sunny summer day, playing in the water, feeling the suffocation that engulfed half of my body,
The piercing chill.
The future, once again, has disappeared without a trace.
I want you
I want you
If you say "I want to"
I don't want to. If you say "I want to," it's just that you haven't told. See you.
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