In the autumn of 13 years ago, a light rain in the mountains had just passed. There is a 5-storey white fence building in the courtyard surrounded by greenery, the façade is still pasted with white tiles characteristic of the 80s, the joints have been yellowed, the windows are wide open and enclosed with stainless steel guardrails, the first floor of the hollow part of the fence is a rockery, the spout of the artificial fountain has been yellowed and rusted, and the original pool has been replaced by a pile of black and white pebbles.

"Have you heard, that boy from the first class?"

"Of course, yesterday it spread throughout the hospital, and when I took a nap, my intestines turned out without any incisions, and there were many, many of them, piled up to the ceiling, splashing more than a dozen children with blood, not the blood of a little boy at all."

"No, no, I mean you know what happened to that boy before he died?"

"What, I'm just a nurse and I'm not there, but I've heard that this kid is always naughty and bullying girls, and has knocked over other people's jobs several times."

"Here's the problem, if you count this child, there have been five accidents this month, and they are all children with bad character, I don't know which child they had a conflict with, they all died after a short time after the quarrel, the first few are even worse, some have several heads, some have several feet, all of them are blurred with flesh and blood, and it is rumored that our hospital is haunted."

"What do you think is going on?"

"I don't know, a few policemen came yesterday and took photos and left, I guess it's gone again, I'm really worried about whether there will be another accident."

"I said what are you worried about, it's a group of children that no one wants, my husband just got laid off a few days ago, if it wasn't for the job, I would have gone back to take care of my own children."

"Hey, let's not talk about such a heavy topic, have you ever seen the little girl who just transferred last month? There are still a few blue ones in my hair, and I am already very sensible when I am only 4 years old, and I take the initiative to say hello to my aunt when she sees me."

"The one from the Second House? Yes, even the dean praised her, and several people in the catering department competed to feed her every day, and even the amount of dishes was much more."

"I love this kid too, but it's not fair to other kids to be honest."

"You're here again, when will the world be fair, but this kid is really, he should be so obvious when he is called to eat, and he is not stage frightened when talking to adults, but he just can't talk to other children."

"Yes, but she should be very happy today, and it should be the first time she has seen so many adults come to play with her on the monthly open day."

"Cut, it's not all pretending to be merciful, coming once and not a second time, thinking that if you do a good deed, it's over, who cares about the children's feelings."

"Don't say that, it's good that these adults can come anyway."

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Wearing a crumpled blue dress and short haired little girl blinking, she sat on a small stool and watched her uncle in front of her bring brown porridge mixed with peanuts and celery to her mouth one bite at a time, laughing as she ate.

"It's delicious, uncle."

"Little beauty, what's your name?"

"My name is Su Meng, Su Xiaoxiao, and the drizzle of the rain."

"I actually know that Su Xiaoxiao and the drizzle are really a smart child."

The man's sparse bangs cover his forehead, his beard seems to have been trimmed, a few of which are messily left, he wears a gray jacket, like a navigator who has just returned from a trip, and next to his black sneakers is a large dark gray travel bag with dust on the seams.

"Uncle, I was a baby when I was picked up, and these words were in the basket, so I remember them clearly."

"Then Uncle taught you a poem, and it also carries your character."

"The water is shining and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy."

The man took out a pen and paper from his backpack, wrote them down word by word, and handed them to the little girl.

"Poetry?"

"Yes, poetry is the most beautiful language of mankind."

"Well, poetry is the most beautiful language of mankind."

The girl nodded vigorously and repeated instructively.

"Su Meng, uncle has no other skills, only writes some poems that no one reads, Su Meng is going to take it away, just treat it as a gift from your uncle. But this poem wasn't written by your uncle, it was written by your ancestors."

"Ancestors?"

"Yes Su Meng, this poet's name is Su Shi, since your surname is Su, maybe he is your ancestor."

"Thank you, uncle."

After feeding, it was free time for the volunteers and their friends, some adults took out toys, some adults told stories to children, although there were many of them this time, it was still much smaller than the number of children, adults were always surrounded by threes and threes, and there were also boys and girls in the corner who were alone playing with a small wooden block or a piece of paper or a piece or two in their hands.

"Uncle, I want to go for a walk in the yard, can you walk with me?"

Xiao Su Meng grabbed the man's hand tightly.

"Of course you can, Su Meng."

The man picked up Xiao Su Meng without jerkiness, through the folds of the dress, held up his little buttocks and snuggled her on his shoulder, gently touched her hair and back, slowly paced to the courtyard outside, and gently put her on the ground.

"Uncle, I have a secret I want to tell my uncle, can my uncle not tell others?"

The girl looked up at the man like a star.

"Uncle doesn't have many people to talk to, Su Meng, you can rest assured."

The man squatted down and smiled at Xiao Su Meng's eye level.

"Uncle, I can do magic."

"yes, my uncle really wants to see it."

"Uncle, do you see that ball in the corner? I'm going to make it a lot, but it's not pretty."

Su Meng looked at the corner meaningfully, with a slight touch of his little hand, the brown leather balls suddenly bulged out from all directions, popping out like tumors one after another and connecting to the original place, making a popping sound, in less than 3 seconds, dozens of them had already bulged out, turning into a brown monster.

"Su Meng, in fact, my uncle came today to see your magic tricks."

The man was behind Xiao Su Meng and gently pressed her arm.

"Yes, uncle is here to get me?"

"Actually, my uncle also has a secret, Su Meng don't tell it."

The man pulled Su Meng in front of him and smiled like the sun in winter.

"Uncle is a magician."

"Magician?"

"Yes, Su Meng, look."

The man stretched out his hand and waved it gently, and Su Meng followed the man's arm to look back.

"Changed back?"

"Yes, Su Meng, you just accidentally disturbed the neighbors of this ball and brought them all over the world."

"That's not right, is it?"

The short black hair hung low, leaving a few strands of dark blue floating in the air.

"Su Meng, you're too young to know the correct way to use it."

The man cupped Xiao Su Meng's face.

"I'm sorry uncle, I won't mess around, but uncle, do you know why I told you this secret?"

"Oh? Tell me about it."

"Because only my uncle's body is as crooked as I am."

"Crooked?"

"Yes, uncle, I see that everyone else is crooked, and sometimes everything is crooked, uncle, do you think I'm a monster?"

"Let me see your eyes."

The man lifted her forehead and looked carefully at Xiao Su Meng's pupils, dark with dark blue, and the blue Fa Yuan in the small world made an accretion disc like an accretion disk in the eyeballs.

"I see, Su Meng, wait for my uncle for a while."

The man took out a box from the travel bag next to his feet, took out a flat black-rimmed glasses in it, took out a few pieces of paper, and slowly carved them on the lenses with a glowing pen against the pattern on the drawing.

Xiao Su Meng looked at the man's slightly wrinkled palm and the eyes that had been focused on his hand, and he did not change color after repeating the movements for more than ten minutes, and smiled a little serenely.

"Okay, although these glasses are a little bigger for you, they are very durable, if the glasses are broken, put them in this box, and they will be repaired when you wake up after sleeping, come, put them on."

The man hung his glasses on the tip of Xiao Sumeng's nose and looked at the girl as if he had seen a birthday cake.

"Uncle, how did you do that? I can't see the crooked things now, it turns out that this yard is so beautiful, and there are mountains in the distance, uncle, I seem to know what that poem is describing, the mountains after the light rain are really beautiful, really good-looking, good-looking, thank you uncle."

"Su Meng, remember to wear your glasses well in the future, so that you can see a better world and not hurt others."

The man stroked Xiao Su Meng's hair like a swan's feathers, from the top of his head to his ears.

"But uncle, if I don't look good with my glasses?"

"No, Su Meng, you have always been beautiful, just like your name, just like that poem, uncle tested you, do you remember that poem?"

"The water is shining and the sun is good, and the mountains are empty and rainy, uncle, remember."

The man touched the girl's head, stood up and put on his backpack.

"What a smart boy, but Su Meng, uncle still has a lot of things to do, and he has to say goodbye to you."

"Uncle, can we meet again?"

"Who knows, hopefully it will."

The boy looked at Xiao Su's reluctant eyes, turned around, and after walking a few steps, he heard the girl's whimper gradually falling.

"Uncle...... Can you tell me your name?"

The man winked at the sky, returning to her for one last smile.

"Of course, my uncle's name is Gu Wen."