Recently, the weather has warmed up, and the jacket is a little hot on the body, and the ground has become muddy, as if spring is coming. But the night is still so cold, or maybe, it's cold, it's not this night, it's his heart.

Zijin was tired, he sat on the ground, he couldn't see, he didn't know that it was a mud bubble, until his pants were wet, he didn't realize it, but he sat on a butt of mud, and he didn't bother to move.

Mud, he thought of the third brother in their big house. His third brother Bicheng has liked to play with mud since he was a child, and he can use mud to shape various villains.

Once the third brother pinched fourteen villains, there were the old people in the family, they had six big brothers, the second room of the Su family brothers plus the Su family's maternal uncle, and the third room of the Chu family. The mud is pinched into a villain, and a knife is taken to carve out the facial features, and each little clay figure is lifelike, like a magical handicraft.

Later, Yaya stepped on those villains, and the third brother faced a mess, the villains were torn apart, he lowered his eyes, and then raised his eyebrows cheerfully.

"It's okay, just do it again."

His third brother's temper is really good, optimistic, if the third brother faces this kind of thing, if the third brother is blind, with the third brother's temperament, it must be a sentence of 'it's okay', and he will definitely be able to adapt as quickly as possible, definitely, definitely, and can quickly accept his own shortcomings.

The third brother is like this, even in the darkest places, he can always find light in the withered dust.

Zijin raised her hand, her fingertips caressing the corners of her eyes.

Some people praise him for his good-looking eyes, always calm and quiet, not noisy, not impetuous, but he thinks that the eyes of the fourth brother in the family are the best, but the fourth brother always looks at people with his eyes, and his mouth is too bad, which makes people impatient, and he is too lazy to appreciate the beauty of the fourth brother.

"Fourth Brother ......"

On that day, under the siege of Chen Liming, he and his fourth brother escaped from the abandoned factory, and they jumped into the river together, and their bodies smashed the ice. At that time, he hurt his head, and then his body sank into the cold river, and he even thought he was going to drown. After that, he reopened his eyes, saw no light, and the world went dark.

He learned that it was an old man who saved him, and the fourth brother was nowhere to be found.

He was separated from the fourth brother, he didn't know where the fourth brother was, and the whereabouts of the other brothers were unknown, so he had no clue at all.

With the riverside as the center, he hides his head and tail and does not dare to reveal his true face, living one day at a time, there is a little thought in his heart, and he wants to meet again with hope, but in his heart, he is not optimistic.

He thinks about a lot of things, and there is too little kindness in life. For some reason, I suddenly remembered the girl with a nice voice, and when the girl called his name, a purple voice seemed to be shouted in his heart, crisp and tender like a lark.

If it had not been for the kindness of the maiden, if he had not accepted the girl's favor, he would have starved to death.

He lowered his eyes slowly and touched an empty cloth pocket, as if holding on to the last warmth to express comfort.

This cloth bag was given by a girl, and there was originally a lot of food in it, but it has been eaten up.

The girl also gave him some money.

When they met, she was really good to him.

Holding this empty cloth bag, burying his face in the crook of his arm, listening to the voices of the outside world, in the silence of the night, his heart was full of desolation.

……

In the night, there was an abrupt sound of brakes.

Zijin heard the sound of someone opening the door and getting out of the car, and the other party's footsteps came from far and near.