I woke up at six o'clock in the morning, my spirit was not very good, I was haunted by nightmares last night, one moment was my father, one time was my brother, and one moment was Leng Mochen, so that I was always in a state of half-asleep.

I took my clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower, so that I would look more sober, and when I came out, the living room had been cleaned up, and the curtains on the balcony were closed, and it was obvious that Leng Mochen had not spent the night here last night.

Leng Mochen is afraid of the dark, of course, this is not what he told me, he will never tell me this, this is what I slowly found out when he came back every month.

At first I felt very strange, but slowly, I felt that he was sick in his heart, or some shadow, and finally, I confirmed my suspicion that he was sick in his heart, and he was not lightly ill.

Later, I didn't do too much research, he didn't care about my affairs, so I didn't want to know too much about him.

The scar on my hand was still very painful, I went downstairs to find the medicine box and put some medicine, and I didn't care about Zhang's mother telling me to have breakfast, so I ran out in a hurry.

It was already past noon to deal with my father's funeral, and I didn't think about lunch, and I couldn't eat, so I stayed in front of my father's grave for a long, long time, thinking a lot, until about four o'clock in the afternoon, I left the cemetery.

The sky was overcast, and the swallows flew low, as if a storm was coming.

The city is noisy, the traffic is busy, and the couple in the café is muttering, enjoying the slow life of the city, everything is still the same, but the human heart is unpredictable.

Looking at the rainy weather, I planned to go back first, the red light across the road turned green, I was about to go over, only to see a three or four-year-old boy standing motionless on the side of the road, I didn't want to care, because in recent days I have been in a mess myself, how can I have time to care about others, but when I see the little boy's face, I want to get close to him inexplicably, as if, five hundred years ago, I looked back, I saw him.

I stopped and walked up to the little boy, bent down slightly to look at him: "Little friend, why are you here alone?" What about your mom and dad? ”

He ignored me, staring blankly at the place he had been.

I twisted my eyebrows, followed his gaze, and didn't see anything unusual, I turned around and squatted down, put my hands on his shoulders, and tried to squeeze out a smile: "Little friend, did you hear my sister talking?" Ignoring people is an impolite child! ”

The little boy seemed to see me, winked at me, and said nothing.

"What's your name? Where do you live? Is it okay for my sister to send you home? "I don't know why, but I was so patient with him.

I don't want to care about him, but I think he's so pitiful, just like me now, fatherless, motherless, lonely.

Perhaps it was my persistence that touched the little boy, and he said, "My name is Zhen Xiaowei and I live in a happy orphanage. ”

My heart was touched, he lives in an orphanage? Doesn't he have a mom and dad? I thought he was as pitiful as me, but I didn't expect him to be more pitiful than me, hey, I sighed, the same is the end of the world.

"Is it okay for my sister to send you back? You see, it's going to rain soon, and if it rains, you'll catch a cold. ”

Zhen Xiaowei nodded at me, but unfortunately, he didn't smile, his well-behaved face would definitely look good when he smiled.

I stood up and was about to take his hand when a quiet voice came from behind me.