(a)

That day, when the thief left your room, from head to toe, in your clothes and socks, in your suede boots, holding in his hand the cardboard box containing his own cotton shoes filled with ice water, and carrying a simple sports bag of yours with his soaked clothes and pants. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

You put on a cotton coat and send him down the hallway. You say, "Don't go to the wrong door again this time." The entrance is on the side where the honeycomb coal is placed. ”

The thief turns around, and he stares at you for a moment.

He said, "Why are you so nice to me and teach me nothing?" ”

He said, "Don't you want to say that I won't be a thief again?" ”

You look at him, you laugh a little, and you say, "Didn't you already say it yourself?" ”

You say, "You always knew in your heart what was right and what was wrong, didn't you?" ”

You say, "It's your life, and no one else cares more about it than you do." ”

The thief listened, was silent for a while, and then said, "I have never seen anyone like you." ”

You smile, and you say, "Let's go, I won't send you downstairs." ”

When the thief reached the staircase of the hallway and was about to go downstairs, he suddenly turned around and looked at you again.

You look at each other and say nothing.

The thief silently descended to the first floor, went out through the door, and reached out to close the door. And so he walked away.

You watched him hurry out into the street in the hallway, and when he took two steps, and looked back at the lights of the building, he suddenly got up and ran, and in a moment disappeared into the night of the street.

You leaned feebly against the wall and slowly walked back to the room. You take off your cotton clothes, close the door, plug the window through the inside, and go back to bed. As soon as you hit your head on the pillow, you fell asleep.

(b)

I knew this when I saw you on the afternoon of the third day.

After listening to your account of the theft of your boots, I looked at you and felt bad in my heart. When you give something you love to someone else, do you feel like you'll never need it again?

I asked, "Why did you give him the boots?" ”

You say, "His shoes are wet, his socks are soaked and they are gone, and he will get sick with his bare feet in wet shoes on such a cold day." He is still young, and if he freezes out, he will be old in the future, and he will fall ill. The pair was a little warmer, so I let him wear it away. Considering that he came to steal the boots, and after he left, he might not return them, so it is better to give them to him so that he can wear them with peace of mind, and save me from thinking about it in my own heart, and I always expect him to come back and return it. ”

I said, "But those boots are a gift from your father." ”

You say, "If his father had given him such a nice gift, he probably wouldn't have been in this business at such a young age." Compared to a boy like him, I have had a lot since I was a child. ”

You say, "Xinxin, the boots have been given away, so let's not take it to heart anymore." ”

I nodded. I obey you and say, "Okay. Let's not talk about it. But you live alone, so you need to be careful in everything. ”

You nod your head and say, "I'll be more careful." ”

That's all we had to say about the boots that day.

Later, in the place where you lived, the neighbors talked about it for a while, but like all the chatter, it slowly became obsolete and forgotten.

I haven't seen those boots since.

(c)

There's something you didn't say at the time, and I found out later.

You know you don't have much of a chance to wear these boots again. From the first time you wore these boots that winter, you knew you were dying. Because you feel those boots, it's getting too heavy for you.

You have a hard time walking with it, and you sometimes can't lift your feet. As a result, you can't actually wear it anymore.

You think to yourself that after you die, your parents will definitely be sad again when they see these boots in your relics, so you might as well give them away like this. One less familiar thing can see things and think about people, and it is also kind to parents.

That's what you told me later when you were hospitalized again.

That's what I knew back then.

Since I haven't seen your clothes and boots since, Liu Wenli and I talked privately and thought that the young thief had finally betrayed your trust. We think he's decided to continue being a thief, and you don't know where your boots and clothes have gone. We have sighed many times, feeling that you are still too generous and generous, and the darkness of the human heart is unfathomable, and a person's youth does not necessarily mean that he has the possibility of changing his evil and returning to the right in the future. Some people, when they are still very young, are already reversed right and wrong, and their hearts are already black.

But you don't mind that.

You said to me and Sister Wenli, "No matter where they go, they will warm and protect someone through the winter." Who it is, and how much difference it makes? ”

You say, "I looked into the boy's eyes." I don't think he'll be a thief all the time. I believe in him. ”

(iv)

I always thought this story was over. I rarely think about it anymore.

However, one year, when I went to visit your cemetery to sweep your grave with S, I accidentally heard the other ending of this story from a certain source. You don't know how it ends.

The year after you died, your original residence had a new tenant.

That winter, when it was approaching the New Year, when the new tenant got up in the morning to go to work, he found a package in the delivery box in front of his house. The package says the room number, but it doesn't say who it's for. Upon opening the package, he saw a pair of well-maintained suede boots and a new set of clothes. And a simple letter.

The letter reads: "I became a sailor. The boots were fixed for you. "Signature: Yang Minyi.

That boy really fixed the hard-to-match, broken buckle for you.

With the help of the original neighbors, the package was later forwarded to your mother.

Your mom never understood what was going on, but she recognized the boots. She looked at the boots with teary eyes and cried over them for a long, long time.

At that time, your father also died. Your father was not able to see the boots again. Just like me.

(5)

Ever since I came back from your graveyard, I've been trying to write this ending to you. But I've been so sad that I can't do it.

Now I'm done.

You know now, my dear. The seed you planted, it later blossomed and bore fruit.

I believe that it really blossomed.

As for those boots, I don't know where they are now. Perhaps, like many of the things you used to use, they were kept in the room you used to live in when you were at home.

I never knew what that room was like. I've never been to your house.