Han Di said and gently pinched Longing's cheeks, Longing grinned at him, Wang Zhao smiled and nodded at Han Di, leading Longing to the public play area in the community.

There are gym equipment, children's slides, swings and other plastic buildings for the little ones to play in. There are a few children who are drilling around in it, and you are chasing after me, and there are their grandparents, or grandparents, standing on the side, watching the children and doing homely work.

The pattern in old neighborhoods is usually like this, there are few young people living there, and most of them are elderly people with children, waiting for their parents to get off work, and then pick up the children.

An old man mistakenly thought that Wang Zhao was a longing mother and asked, "How old is my daughter?"

Longing not to play with those children, sitting alone on the swing: "Six years old." ”

"First grade, huh?"

"I was born in October in the first grade next year, and I started school a year late. ”

"Yo, this kid is so articulate, can he memorize a lot of Tang poems, right?"

"I will only recite five songs, Min Nong, Tang, Li Shen, hoeing the day of the afternoon, sweat drops of grass into the soil, who knows that the plate of Chinese food, the grains are hard. ”

"What else are you carrying?"

Lu yearning memorized four more songs.

"What else?"

"Not anymore. ”

A group of old people "taught" Wang Zhao with nonsense: "You go to work during the day and come back at night to teach your children, work is important, and educating children is also important." ”

"Yes, when a child is young, it is a blank piece of paper, and whatever you draw on it, the child will become. ”

"My granddaughter is also six years old this year, and she can memorize all Tang poems and speak a thousand English words, all of which were taught by her mother. ”

"That's amazing, we can speak so much, we're just starting to learn English. ”

"Really, Qingqing, you can say a few words of English to your grandparents. ”

The little girl who was called Qingqing muttered loudly, and the old people couldn't understand it, but they all gave a thumbs up and praised her mother for teaching well.

Qingqing's grandmother is extremely proud: "You all have to pay attention to teaching, education experts said, children are born to be taught early, and before the age of two is the golden period of brain development." ”

"You have become an expert, one day let Qingqing's mother teach us the experience, I heard that after going to primary school, the teacher will stop teaching most children, people will, your children will not, then it will be lagging behind." ”

"Oh, I can't come out to play tomorrow, I have to read and study at home, my daughter-in-law doesn't care about anything, my granddaughter is asleep when she gets home, and I can't even see her. ”

The old man who said this looked at the child who was still drooling, Lu yearn pouted, went farther away to play on the slide, and Wang Zhao followed.

"I learned Tang poetry from the robot that my sister bought for me, and my mother didn't teach me anything, she was too busy to talk to me. Lu yearn is very flexible, climbing to the top of the slide over and over again, and then sliding down, when she exercises, her body also exudes a sense of strength.

"Are you blaming your mother?"

"It's no wonder, I don't want to learn either, the teacher asked us to say ideals, I don't have ideals, what is the ideal?"

"The ideal is what do you want to do when you grow up?"

Lu yearn raised his head: "Make money." ”

"Why do you want to make money?"

"Adults love money, and I'm going to grow up. Xiaohe has a new mother, she doesn't want her own parents anymore, her father is hospitalized, her grandmother went to a nursing home, Xiaohe is the same as me, there is no home, her new mother is rich, Xiaohe said that she will be a pianist in the future, I can't play the piano, I can repair the piano for Xiaohe. ”

"Do you know how to dance?"

"The teacher taught me, I forgot, I wanted to jump to my mother, my mother said to watch it when she was free, she has not been available, I don't remember how to dance. ”

"And what do you like to do?"

"I didn't particularly like it, anyway, the day passed quickly, and after a birthday, I was a year older. ”

It was getting dark, and the sunset hid behind the clouds.

Lu yearn ran around the slide repeatedly, just slippery and tired, turned around to slide, twisted his legs and slided, entertained himself, not tired at all, the two of them talked without a match.

Wang Zhao looked at her, there was no impatience, she was patient, and even longed to look at the road for a while, as if looking at her childhood self, squatting on the ground alone to study the moving of ants for several hours.

The little Wang Zhaotong understands everything, and can understand everything about adults' questions, but when he answers, he is incoherent, with a certain disdain in the child's world.

Suddenly, Lu Longing jumped down, ran to Wang Zhao's side, and opened his hands: "Auntie, hug! Hug yearning!"

"You stumbled?"

"No, no, Auntie hug! hug!"

Wang Zhao had no choice but to pick her up, the little yearning was very light, she hugged Wang Zhao's neck tightly, her little hands were behind Wang Zhao's neck, her cold cheeks were against Wang Zhao's ears, and her mouth was panting slightly. The smooth skin of a child has the aroma of cream, milk, and the smell of sweat after naughtiness.

Wang Zhao subconsciously hugged her tightly, his eyes moist.

"Auntie, the monster has eaten the sun, I'm afraid. ”

"Don't be afraid, we're not afraid of monsters. ”

"I want my mom to hug, my mom's hair is ice cream flavored, my mom likes to wear sweaters, my mom's hands are hot, I want to hug me, my mom has the smell of my mom. ”

"Want to sleep with your mom?"

"I don't want my mother to go to work, I want my mother to pick me up from school, watch my mother laugh, and sleep with my mother in my arms. ”

"Isn't it uncomfortable?"

"Well, it's uncomfortable. ”

"Want to cry?"

"Hmm. ”

Wang Zhao's tears fell.

I think of that little girl that year, standing on the street at dusk, a person forced to accept the darkness, all around the eyes of the hideous, the garbage can changed shape, the street lamp opened its bloody mouth, the bicycle bell jingled, and the heart beat to the throat. No one came to talk to her, she was holding cold pancakes, tofu brains, fried dun seeds, and cold coins in her hands.

The words on the album were blurred, and the more I looked at it, the more difficult it became.

Mother is in sight, not in sight, heart beating, the loud voice of the person who buys fruit, the truck transporting goods, their footsteps, the mother's hand that can't be held, dinner is spilled, mother's scolding, sleepy, curled up in the sofa, huddled in the bed alone, the day is finally dawn.

In the eyes of adults, there is no distinction between night and day, and they don't seem to have experienced the stage of being a child, so they don't understand children so much.

Not every child has ideals, and some children's ideals are just looking forward to the daylight.

"Auntie, when can I see my mother?"

"I'll find a way. ”

Han Xiaoyin took a long detour, and it took twice as long to get home than usual, just to get rid of the stalkers who might be staring at her. She decided that the employee of the White Swan was not coming for Yu Qing, but for her, and the cruel words he let go of during the blind date were still echoing in her ears.