The shriveled face of the remnants of autumn is still not cold, but it has disappeared. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoHer smile was short, too short to read. The tip of his son's nose was cold, like a drop of water falling, and he was so weak that he could only lift his eyelids. On the eyelids is a fragile chin with teardrops hanging from the chin.

……

The wind blows the clouds, and the sun fills the ground.

Ah Jing deliberately dressed up and beckoned to his son: "Go, go out and go around." ”

After waking up, my son lay down for two days, and gradually felt that his hands and feet were warm, and he tried to get up. The pain between his eyebrows, his face was pale, but he still stood up tremblingly and faced Ah Jing.

The son, as always, bent over, and the king stuck out his head like a prince. Look at people looking up, look down at the road.

A girl with broken flowers and leaves, a crippled man who is as thin as wood.

Even in the slums where generations of poverty have been poor, it can attract sympathetic attention.

The son has long been used to it, and Ah Jing is smiling. A pair of piercing eyes like arrows can't hurt a heart full of holes.

Halfway through the alley, Ah Jing suddenly ran back and shouted, "It's broken, it's broken, I almost forgot." ”

"What's wrong? Wait for me ......" her son is looking forward to her, and he will chase after her. However, he was seriously ill, and he took three steps and two tremors.

The small "home" is unlocked, and the door is broken and open.

Ah Jing sat upright, bowing his head and writing something.

The son was strange, wiped a cold sweat, and said with trembling lips: "What? Are you literate? He poked his head and smiled, "Still writing letters?" ”

Ah Jing ignored him and was engrossed. He didn't say a word: "I can't write, just follow the description." ”

Hearing this, the son noticed. In front of Ah Jing was an old envelope, charred brown paper, folded countless times, and it was as damaged as a wreck. She followed the handwriting on the old envelope, stroke by stroke, and copied it on the new envelope rigorously.

Finally, she took out a photograph of herself.

Wearing makeup, smiling like a flower, the years are just right.

There were no letters in the envelope, only photographs.

Ajing jumped to her feet, this matter was extremely important to her, and she always made her run with a smile.

A newsstand at the mouth of the alley, selling newspapers and magazines, cigarettes and drinks.

Ah Jing was pressed against the window with a steaming red face, and said hehe: "Uncle Wu, Uncle Wu...... Two stamps. ”

"Send a letter again?" The old man with an old voice and a gray beard came over and smiled kindly: "How many years?" You can still hold on. Take it. ”

Hand over the stamps and sit back in the kiosk and smoke a pipe.

Ai glued the envelope, folded his hands, and prayed sincerely. With a deep kiss at the end, the envelope was stamped with lipstick and tucked into the bin next to the newsstand.

Who did the son ask to write it to?

Ah Jing didn't answer, hummed all the way, and jumped forward. Like a bird that has forgotten its sorrows, swims in the sun.

……

Chinese restaurant.

Ah Jing put his cheek on one hand and said, "You eat, I say." ”

"Okay."

The son nodded, picked up the beef noodles with chopsticks, and swallowed it in a big gulp.

It is so salty that it is bitter, but it tastes delicious.

Ah Jing looked at him, and there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Outside the window, there were many pedestrians, and tricycles were crowded and squirming. The fishmongers carried bamboo baskets on their heads, walked like flies, and occasionally a few live fish jumped up and fell.

Ai's life is disordered, his vocal cords are damaged, and he is hoarse when he speaks in a low voice.

That year during the civil war, my mother fled from Vietnam to Thailand.

has no survival skills, and is reduced to a street warbler. One rainy night, my mother was cold and sleepy, and she was looking for a place to hide. A foreign tourist spotted her and took her back to the hotel. After knowing that he was French...... I should have called him father.

Hearing this, the son raised his eyes and looked. It turns out that Ai's red hair is not dyed, but born like this.

Ah Jing understood what he meant, and shook his head playfully, his hair flying wildly, and the dust was all over the sky.

My father was naturally romantic, and although he didn't speak the same language, he won my mother's heart. After a long time, all worries were left behind. My father said that he would take my mother away and go to his hometown to grow vegetables and raise cattle and live a farm life.

Mom believed it, but two months later, my father disappeared. Leave a letter with his address on it and a two-line message.

Go home and deal with the divorce.

Pick you up and bring you to me soon.

Mom kept these two sentences, missed them day and night, and stopped doing the skin and meat business. But half a year later, I had to go back to my old job.

Ah Jing paused and said with a smile: "Because of me, I need to eat, and she needs money." ”

My mother said that children grow up fast, and I send a photo to my father every month to let him know what I look like. When he comes back, he will recognize me, find me, and take me to France. Grow vegetables and raise cattle and live a farm life.

After my mother died, I never stopped sending photos. 19 years have passed in the blink of an eye.

"So ......," the son drank the last sip of soup, "the letter just now." ”

"Hmm." Ai nodded.

She took out a postcard, handed it to her son, and said proudly, "Look." ”

The son concentrates, there is a park above, the pedestrians are elegant, and the architecture is beautiful.

"This is the Eiffel Tower, and below it is the Champ de Mars. The small hand with the protrusion of the knuckle turned the postcard, and the red and swollen fingertips pointed to the shadow behind the scenes, and said with a smile: "I will have a cup of coffee in the café by the Seine in the future." As he spoke, he pushed his beef noodles to his son, and said disgustedly: "You can eat it, I will drink coffee in the future." A waiter in professional attire would come to me and ask, 'Miss, what do you need?' I'd say to her, 'Call that guy here,' haha, and if he's handsome enough, maybe I'll give him a kiss." ”

The son only ate and drank, and did not say a word.

Fantasy is the last gift from God to mankind, and he doesn't want to deprive Ajing of this moment's happiness.

After eating and drinking.

The sun is scorching and the heat wave hits.

There were pedestrians in front of him, and tricycles were crowded and wriggling. The fishmongers carried bamboo baskets on their heads, walked like flies, and occasionally a few live fish jumped up and fell.

Ah Jing's eyes are hollow, and he melts into the street like a walking corpse, slowly disappearing.

……

When he returned home, his son suddenly turned pale, sweated through the back of his clothes, and rolled on the ground.

He kept shouting, "Give me, save me...... Help me......"

Ah Jing was condescending and said coldly: "I gave you an injection before, because you are seriously ill and suppress the pain." Now that you are well, you want to get an injection again, and go out to earn money to buy it yourself. I won't give it to you, I don't raise a little white face, not to mention that you are still a cripple. ”

The words are like needles, piercing the heart.

The son's face was full of snot, and the corners of his eyes were stacked with eye droppings. Enduring the pain of ants eating bones, he crawled to the side of the bed and took out Ajing's cigarette and stuffed it into his mouth. Prayer: "Fire ......"

Ah Jing was stunned and lit it for him.

After two puffs of cigarettes, nicotine stimulates the nerves and relieves a trace of suffering.

The son is top-heavy, his toes twitch and he clasps the soles of his feet. He bit off the filter, and the tobacco reached the tip of his tongue. Slightly bitter with a faint sweet taste.

I don't know how many cigarettes he smoked, and his son fell asleep wet as if he had been fished out of water.

Ah Jing squatted beside him, stroked his forehead with his cold palm, and repeated, "It doesn't hurt anymore...... It doesn't hurt anymore...... I can't hurt you......"

After speaking, get up.

Dress up a little, put on the cottage LV on your back, step on high heels, and walk into the night.

……

The son's mouth was parched, and his throat seemed to be on fire. Struggled to roll to the bucket, plunged headlong into the bucket, and gulped.

He gasped for a few breaths, and the light shone in a blue-gray light by the door, and the light slanted across his face.

It's dawn again.

He sighed softly, the house was empty, and Ah Jing didn't come back?

The son hesitated and was restless. He slapped his big mouth: "Are you crazy? Why care about her? ”

There is no answer.

The door opened, and the son staggered out, covered with mud, and rushed to the mouth of the alley.

Flies swirled around the garbage heap, wild dogs were awakened, barked twice, and came far away in the open space.

The son turned around, like a dying man, and kicked back into the alley step by step.

Newsstand.

His red hair was pressed against the glass, and half of his white flower body was lying in the mess of books. Uncle Wu's old face was sickly flushed, and his fat ass couldn't help but stir.