Passers-by came and went from their small bags or trouser pockets more or less took out ten or twenty yuan of change, of course, five cents, one piece, five dollars.

In this town, it seems that everyone has never been so indifferent, and everyone is doing their part to warm this little brother who can play the guitar and sing good pop songs.

Although Zhao Xun didn't know if it was because his songs were good, or if everyone was willing to help this new friend who came from afar.

The spring breeze in April blows gently on the cheeks, soft and comfortable.

The young man's face was extremely white in the setting sun, but the young man's hands were still plucking the strings, and he was not moved by the passing crowd at all.

It seems that the only thing left in this world is his acoustic guitar and his own, and this picture is very similar to the feeling in the movie where you stand under the bridge and I look at the scenery on the bridge.

Zhao Xun doesn't know who he is, let alone where he came from, why he plays and sings on the streets here, is it because it's like the street uncles in the TV series who have no money to buy a train ticket home, and I don't know if he sings here because he is trapped in life, or because all he needs is a stage.

If it was because he needed a stage, I think Zhao Xun must be willing to be his audience, even if it is only her, not to mention that the little brother's voice is so beautiful.

They couldn't help but be attracted by the sound of the piano, and they stopped to listen to three or four songs before they slowly left.

I only heard the singing farther and farther away, and finally the boy who was playing Ji Qian's freedom gradually disappeared into the evening breeze.

When night fell, there were hardly any people walking around the park, and the people of this small town had long been accustomed to the life of sunrise and sunset, except for my father and a few of them walked along the bluestone paved path to the deepest part of the park.

The breeze blew, stirring up the faint starlight on the lake, and the street lamps were also glowing with yellow lights, shining on the branches, on the ground, and finally refracted on the surface of the lake.

The scenery of spring is really so beautiful, just look at the past and it is inevitably a gripping landscape painting, green mountains, green water, bright flowers, new shoots that have smoked branches, and little swallows that have returned home.

I don't know what the scene is like, but I feel that I am in the midst of this beautiful landscape picture, which is quiet, beautiful, and intoxicating.

If I were a poet, I think I would praise it with the most beautiful verse -- spring.

If I were a painter, I think I would depict it with the most beautiful brush.

If I were a singer, I think I would praise it with my melodious singing voice.

Du Fu, a famous "poet saint" in the Tang Dynasty in China, wrote in "Looking for Flowers by the Riverside": "Huang Siniang's house is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are low. The butterflies dance from time to time, and the warbler is just crying. The poet expressed his love and high praise for spring by describing the infinite spring and the blossoming flowers in the neighbor Huang Siniang's house.

This park at home is not like a park in a big city and still charges admission money or something, many people in this town generally come when they want to come, at this point everyone basically went back to eat, only in the distance I saw an aunt dancing under the light of the Phoenix Legend "Free Flying" square dance, next to the bench is full of aunts' clothes, bags.

You see, there is a couple leaning on each other sitting on the grass not far ahead, they must be telling who is deep with whom.

But Zhao Xun thought that this affection probably would never belong to her again, in her heart, it was the sweetness that only a woman worthy of love should have, but she was incomplete, and she didn't even feel that she was qualified.

The father and the children went inside, and then they found a nearby bench and sat down.

"Let's just rest here for a while, by the way, kid, uncle doesn't know your name yet?" Father asked.

"Hehe, I thought you knew, I was Liu Ya, and my brother's name was Liu Jing."

"Xiaoya, Xiaojing, this name is good, who gave it to you."

"My mother didn't study for a few days, and my dad didn't have any culture, my grandfather gave it to me, my grandfather was a teacher when he was young, teaching Chinese, and then I heard my grandfather say that he hoped that our sister and brother would be able to be quiet in the future, but don't follow my dad." After speaking, my sister pursed her lips.

The father knew that the children were missing their father, and he wanted to take the children to see their father, even though the father knew that it was cruel.

"Your grandfather gave your sister and brother a really good name, unlike me, I don't have much culture, so I gave this name to Zhao'er!"

Zhao Xun looked at his father saying this sentence seriously, and couldn't help but feel sour in his heart, it turned out that over the years, it seemed to him that his father's cold heart was slowly melting.

You must know that Zhao was looking for this name because after they divorced, his father gave Zhao Zhao random in order to find a woman, how can there be any basis.

"It's okay, Dad, I think it's good for Zhao to find this name, I've gotten used to it for so many years, really Dad." Zhao Xun said in order to alleviate this embarrassing atmosphere.

"Alas, my uncle has always been in the process of opening and closing stores all his life, but he has never made any big money since then, otherwise, I must be willing...... Those who are willing to pay for your siblings' tuition. My father choked up and said this.

"Uncle, you already take good care of our sister and brother, I can't let you give us this money anymore."

"But the book must be read!" Father said firmly, suddenly this reminded Zhao Xun of the time when he was studying, also because the family had no money, every Saturday and Sunday when he came home, he wanted to take a few materials to go to school, but not to mention the material money, even the money for meals Father did not prepare a few.

When I went to school, Zhao Xun lived on the 3,000 yuan bursary she got every semester, and the rest of the days were all dependent on her frugality, such as what newspapers were used to do the questions, and the paper mock questions used in class, etc., all of which were copied by her hand, and if there was really no way to copy by hand, she had to spend a few dollars to copy a few copies in the print shop.

But now looking at the two poor children in front of him, the father actually showed that he had kissed his own child, if it weren't for the recent big change in his father's attitude towards Zhao Xun, Zhao Xun would definitely think that he was a wild child who was picked up or picked up.

Maybe this is what people say when a person lacks something, the more he has to desperately hide something.

At the beginning, because his father was young and vigorous, he did a lot of foolish things, and it can be said that he ruined three people in the end, but now looking at the two children in front of him, his heart may be the most to make up for his mistakes, in this way, maybe his father's heart will also feel some.

"Uncle, sister, I've really thought about it now, I'm the adult of the family now, I'm the pillar of the family, although my mother is gone, and even my father won't come back, but I still have to provide for my younger brother to study, my younger brother studies well, I don't want to delay him."

"Tell me, your brother, son, what do you give? It's easy to say this, but do you know how hard you have to put in? ”

"I'm going out to work, I'm growing up, I can work several jobs a day."

"Child, at your current age, let alone what you can do, do you think anyone at your age would dare to ask you to be a child laborer?"

(In China, child labor refers to teenagers and children under the age of 16 who have labor relations with units or individuals engaged in labor with economic income or engage in self-employment, and the age of child labor is not the same in the laws of various countries, according to current statistics, the most child labor in the Asia-Pacific region can reach 100 million.) ）

"I'm going to be an adult soon, I just don't have to go out and tell my real age, I don't look like a child anyway."

"I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it." The father looked at the brave child in front of him who was determined to take care of his younger brother, and he couldn't say anything anymore.

Even the father suddenly thought that when his children were still hairy, he served dishes and washed dishes and pots for others in his own bone tube, and was ridiculed by some shirtless men from time to time, and finally got admitted to college, but in the end he didn't find a good job, and later married a man dozens of years older than him because of money......

"I'm older, I can take care of my brother, I definitely can!"

"Sister, when I grow up in the future, I will protect you, I will grow taller, and wait for my mother to come back, right, sister."

Looking at the innocence on his brother's face, they didn't want to deceive him, they didn't want to tell him this cold truth, maybe in this case, what else could the younger brother want to forget.

Yesterday in the circle of friends, I saw a children's shoes published a statement, she said that growing up may be more and more unfair to mature people, I just glanced at it, I can't remember what the original sentence is, but I think this sentence can be said to be better here.

My younger brother said that I am still young and not sensible, so I can attribute all the unsatisfactory and all the happiness in this life to the person who grew up, but my sister is still just a child.

Compared to my sister's girls of the same age, maybe they are in a rebellious period now, at this time they are yelling at their family that I don't want to eat, I want to lose weight, I like those ripped pants, I like that crop top, I like those high heels, I want to skip class and play games, I like the little brother in the next class......

But who made her a sister, from the moment her mother died and her father was imprisoned, she was destined to not be able to be willful like other girls, and she was destined to be extraordinary.

are talking about the children of poor families who are in charge of the family early, but children without parents are like grass!

Zhao Xun suddenly thought of herself, the same age, the same experience, and the same younger brother who needed her to take care of, and she even faintly felt that Liu Ya at this time was really a bit like herself in the past.

Pitiful, pathetic, lonely, self-pitying, hopeless, sad......