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At night, the autumn wind is bitter and the rain is bitterly cold. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Simply afraid that someone would catch her, she didn't return to the bottom of the bridge until late at night, and she curled up in a corner and shivered from the cold, only hearing the sound of the wind, the rain, and the gurgling sound of her teeth colliding with the cold.

"Mom" big tears fell, and she simply curled up and hugged herself and cried: "I've been to all the toilets around here, Mom, which toilet have you been to? ”

It's the fourth day, and I've been waiting under the bridge for four days.

"They said you abandoned me, they said they were going to send me to the police uncle, and then to the welfare home, what kind of place is that? I'm so scared, Mom, come and pick me up. Simple whined and cried.

"There's a little girl. Suddenly, a man's voice came from the left side of the bridge, and she simply turned her head to see a ragged man cracking a mouthful of yellow teeth towards her, a burst of lightning, Jane Xiaodan was frightened, she didn't think much about it, she immediately got up decisively and ran away, it was drifting heavy rain outside, she just ran away from the bridge and was drenched in a few seconds, and disappeared in the lightning and thunder.

Late at night on the fifth day, there was a simple and weak figure under the bridge, her school uniform was dirty, the road was a little unstable, holding a dirty uneaten bun in her hand, which should have been turned out of the garbage heap, and there were some moldy spots on the bun, but she ate it with relish, and there was an extra piece of chalk in her hand, and she drew the heads of a woman and a child on the bridge hole with a pen.

"Mom, I've been to the toilets nearby, but you're not here, I'll look for you farther away tomorrow, and you're going to come to me when you see my paintings." He simply stretched out his hand and touched the woman's portrait: "I don't like to draw, Mom, you are much better than me." Mom, when you see a painting, you'll give me a grade, right? Just give me a grade! When I see a graded painting, I'll stand there and wait for you. ”

In the past, every time she painted, her mother would give her a score next to the drawing, either 99 or 100.

He wiped his tears briefly, looked around, and ran away again.

Late at night on the sixth day, Simple was holding a broken rag doll in her hand, and this time there were no tears or hope on her face, and she stared blankly at the painting on the wall: there was no score from her mother next to her.

Late at night on the seventh day, she simply returned to the bridge hole barefoot, maybe she had fought with someone, maybe she had wrestled, her shoes were missing, the knees of both legs were worn out, and she looked at the painting on the wall with expressionless eyes: there was still no score from her mother next to her.

On the tenth day, a traffic policeman standing guard on the side of the road felt that the corners of his clothes had been ripped off, and he looked down and saw a thin, dirty little girl raise her head, and said with a clear and expressionless face: "Uncle policeman, I was abandoned by my mother." ”

"You have been abandoned?" Although the policeman knew that she was a street child when he saw her appearance, he felt that this little girl was too calm, and quickly bent down and asked.

"Well, because I'm a female doll, I'm useless, so I'm abandoned. He nodded lightly.

These words were said by the old men and old ladies under the bridge cave that day, and she remembered them in her heart, not only in her heart, but also carved them into the depths of her soul. In that patriarchal era, there were too many incidents of female dolls being abandoned.

"What's your name, little friend?" the policeman asked lovingly, crouching down.

Simple looked at the police coldly: "I don't have a name, I waited for my mother for ten days, she didn't come, I have been to all the toilets here, I have painted every toilet, she didn't give me a grade, I was abandoned by my mother, so I don't have a name, I'm not called Simple, I don't have a name." ”

Almost every toilet in the city, even the very dilapidated one, has a picture: the head of a woman and a child.

Ten days, ten full days and nights, no one knows what Jian Xiaodan has experienced.

How many times did she see her mother's back and rush over it only to find that it wasn't, how many times did she rummage through the food in the garbage heap, and she had diarrhea and could only use leaves to mess around, and her dirty body was avoided by others, how many times she was chased by dogs, and so on.

And the night is the most terrible.

In the dark night, for a child of four or five years old, is there a big bad wolf hidden in the depths of the darkness, is there a monster?

I'm scared, but I'm looking forward to it.

"That kid was abandoned, wasn't he?"

"As for the girl, it should have been lost, call the police, it seems that it can only be sent to the welfare home. ”

"Female dolls are lost a lot! Not as useful as male dolls, and many people in the village have lost female dolls when they have too many children. ”

Many times, in the wet market, on the street, next to the garbage dump, she would see people talking like this, and if she simply heard them say 'call the police', she would immediately run away.

Although she didn't know where the 'welfare home' they called it was, she knew that as long as the police came and arrested her, she couldn't wait for her mother here.

But now, she was obviously disheartened, and her face seemed to fade a little immature, but calmly disagreed, she looked at the police: "I was abandoned, please send me to a welfare home." ”

Simple was quickly sent to a welfare home.

"Your name is Simple?" the aunt at the welfare home looked at Simple, who had just been sent over with her glasses, and the police had written her name in the name column on the document.

"I don't want to call it simple. Simply shook his head: "Since I was discarded, I don't want this name." ”

"It's a small thing. The aunt pushed the glasses up: "Then we will call you Jian Xiaodan, your identity number is still simple, and when you are older and eighteen years old in the future, if you want to change it, change it yourself." ”

The simplicity of the small is a simple order.

"Why, my mom doesn't want me anymore, why do I still use this name. Jian Xiaodan lowered her eyes and looked at her frayed toes.

"What if she wants to find you?" Auntie sighed and touched her head: "In the future, when you are older, if your mother has not come to find you, you can change your name." ”

Naturally, he didn't come to her.

The name Jian Xiaodan is still used today, and her ID card was changed to 'Jian Xiaodan' by herself after she turned eighteen.

The name Simple was lost on the day her mother left.

"Baby, mom goes to the toilet, you wait for me here." A woman in a yellow sweater squatted down and pinched her simple face.

"I'll wait for you here, obediently, you won't run around. Simple nodded trustingly: "If I get lost, I'll draw everywhere so that my mother can follow the painting to find me!"

"Hmm. The woman pinched her face again and disappeared into simple eyes.

Her name has long been lost on that day.

Lost in the footsteps of Jian Xiaodan, who had 129 paintings all over the city and walked around almost the entire small county town.

Lost in those ten days and nights full of disappointment and fear.

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With a click, Santana's door in front of him opened, and one foot poked out and fell to the ground.

The black leather shoes, polished and shiny, exude the smell of death.

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