Spring blossoms in April and pleasant breezes. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 In the info small park, the pink willows and green birds are singing, and it becomes more and more lively and noisy. A group of six or seven-year-old children sat on a Mazha bench in the gazebo, gathering in front of an old man with gray hair, holding snacks and chewing non-stop, while listening to the old man tell the story of the sun, moon and stars:

"The sun is like an emperor, ruling an entire solar system. But His Majesty the Emperor wants to give orders to his ministers, and there must be someone by his side to deliver the orders, right? So the sun made Mercury, the nearest planet, a messenger. Mercury did his duty, not only conveying the Sun's orders to the planets, but also collecting information from the planets and reporting them to the Sun. On this day, it ran to the sun in a rage and said, "Oh, it's terrible, there are two planets that are the farthest away from you, and they don't listen to your control, and they have set themselves up as kings, one is called Aquaman, and the other is called the king of heaven......"

"Is the king of heaven the king of the sky?" a childish voice interrupted the old man in the middle of the children, "The sun is also in the sky, so shouldn't you also listen to Uranus?"

The old man stroked his beard and laughed: "That's right, Uranus thinks so too, but its king is self-proclaimed, and no one approves of it, unlike the sun, in addition to the messenger Mercury, there are also loyal ministers such as Venus, Mars, Valley, Jupiter, and Saturn." The sun immediately summoned the ministers to discuss the countermeasures and asked everyone what to do. Saturn said that it should be strictly controlled; Jupiter shook his head: I think education is the main thing; Venus hesitated again and again: the minister thought that it was better to send a princess to kiss; Mars glared:! I will fight with him! Only Gu Xing sat on the side and closed his eyes and recuperated, and did not say anything. Gu Xing replied slowly: The two kings are going to rebel, and the five stars are making trouble, why don't you go with me and be a fairy?"

The old man smiled kindly, and his beard trembled when he told the story, and the children listened to it with relish. I don't know when, there was a dirty little boy outside the fence of the gazebo, only a head taller than the fence of the slate, his little chin rested on the edge of the slate, his eyes blinked and listened carefully to the old man's story, and when he heard it, he suddenly raised his dirty little hand, and shouted crisply: "Grandpa, you are not right!"

The children all turned their faces and cast hostile glances at the uninvited guest who was disturbing their story. Several children couldn't help but show disgust when they saw that his clothes were dirty and his face was still with a touch of water and snot on his face.

The old man had already noticed the little boy's presence, stopped talking at the moment, and turned his face to him with a smile.

Seeing that everyone was staring at him, the little boy was a little timid, his dark eyes blinked, and his raised hand was slowly lowered, but he still stubbornly repeated what he had just said, but his voice was slightly lower: "What you said is not right." ”

"Oh, tell me, what's wrong?" asked the old man, who seemed to be in good spirits, kindly.

"There are no valley stars in the solar system. The boy replied in a loud voice, pausing slightly, and added, "There is only one asteroid called Ceres." ”

The old man was slightly stunned, and suddenly smiled: "The little guy is right, but grandpa, I am not wrong." Between Mars and Jupiter, there was originally a very large valley star, but it was hit by a star flying from outside the sky, and it was like a walnut that fell to the ground, and it became countless fragments, and these fragments are what you call an asteroid. To this day, although we will never see Gu Xing here again, in a magical country like a fairy tale, it still blooms with the most beautiful light in the night sky. ”

The children's eyes widened as they listened, and their little faces showed yearning in unison. One of the older children asked, "Where is that country?"

"In a place where no one can find it, far, far away. The old man smiled mysteriously and asked the children, "Do you believe grandpa?"

"Believe!" replied the children, their eyes looking even more curious. One of the children was grabbing a handful of fries and stuffing them into his mouth, making a muffled half-beat sound: "Letter!"

Only the little boy outside the fence was silent, as if he was attracted by the large bucket of fries in the child's arms, and watched pitifully as the people chewed and swallowed, and his chin on the bluestone slab moved, and he swallowed his own saliva.

"And what about you, little one?" the old man cast an inquiring glance at him. The little boy withdrew his gaze from the fries with difficulty, and shook his head at him, the contrast between his dark eyes and his yellow, white and thin little face made the old man frown. The old man glanced at the children and asked, "Which of you would like to give him a little to eat?"

Several of the children immediately lowered their heads. The boy who was eating the fries also stopped his mouth, as if he was not noticed by the old man, and held the fries tightly in his arms. Some of the children seemed to be interested in contributing some snacks, but when they turned their heads and saw the little boy's dirty appearance, they retracted their hand. Everyone seemed to hate this kid standing outside the crowd, this guy who disturbed their stories, he was as annoying as a fly. But a little girl sitting in the front row still stood up, and then under the children's various eyes, the white princess dress fluttered and walked up to the little boy, handed him the leftover half of the chocolate, and made a childish voice in her mouth: "Give." ”

The little girl is also six or seven years old, her skin is pink and tender like an apricot blossom blooming next to the pavilion, and her little face is indescribably beautiful and cute. The little boy looked up at her through the fence, reached out to take the half of the chocolate, and said earnestly, "Thank you." Then he was about to stuff the chocolate into his mouth, but he saw the girl's white and tender little hand stretched out in front of him again, and handed over a tissue: "Use this to wipe your face, you must pay attention to hygiene." ”

The little boy hesitated, reached out and took the tissue, wiped the snot from his face, and looked at the girl twice, and then ate the chocolate in two bites.

The old man stroked his gray beard, nodded with a smile, and beckoned to the girl: "Child, come, come to me!" When the little girl came to the front, he took out a white stone pendant strung with a thin silver chain out of nowhere, hung it around the girl's neck, and then touched her head: "If you give something, you will gain, you pay, this is a gift from your grandfather, and you will always carry it close to you in the future, and it will shine and guard you like the Venus in the sky." ”

The old man's words were a bit esoteric, and the little girl didn't understand them too much. She looked down and touched the stone on the pendant, it was smooth on the surface of the belly of a thumb, and there was a misty cloud floating inside, which did not look much different from ordinary pebbles. Still, this rare reward made the children around him a little envious, and the child who ate the fries suddenly stood up and shouted, "I want this too!"

The old man glanced at him and waved his hand: "This stone is not for you. ”

When the boy saw the refusal, he sat down angrily and said hatefully: "What is the rarity of a broken stone! I asked my mother to take me to Hainan Island, where there are many beautiful stones on the beach!"

The old man shook his head, then turned his face to look at the little boy outside the fence, and asked again, "Now, do you believe grandpa?"

He was still struggling with Gu Xing's question, and the little boy obviously understood what he meant, and hesitated for a moment, but still shook his head firmly.

"Why?" asked the old man.

"Because," said the little boy after a moment's thought, "it is not said in the books, only you." ”

"So, what the book says is right, right?"

"It's not. What the storybook says is not right, it's all made up. ”

The old man couldn't laugh or cry, and after a little thought, he took out a large piece of bread from his back like a trick, and he pointed to the bread with one hand, and smiled at the boy: "Little one, if you admit that my words are right, this fragrant loaf of bread is yours, how about it?"

Food is indeed very destructive to little boys. He looked at the bread like a hungry wolf seeing a lamb. The old man expected that the child had not eaten for a long time, and that he would definitely succumb to his stomach. He squinted his eyes, looked at the child, who was only six or seven years old, and waited for him to admit that grandpa was right, and grandpa was always right, just waiting to give fragrant bread in the posture of a victor, but saw that the child swallowed several times fiercely, and reluctantly said: "You are an adult, and if the adult says it is right, it is right......

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A spring rain had just fallen, and the sky in the town was still cloudy, and the air was still damp and cold. The little boy's plaid shirt was a little thin, and his body trembled slightly when he walked down the street, but fortunately he had eaten some chocolate and bread, and he was not very hungry. There was a bulge in the pocket of his jacket on the left side, and there was still half a loaf of bread that he didn't want to eat, and he had to save it for when he was most hungry. Every few steps, he would touch his pocket, consciously or unconsciously, as if he was afraid that the food in his mouth would suddenly disappear.

As he passed downstairs at his house, he looked up at the familiar window, which was closed and the green curtain was drawn high. This means that Mom's boyfriend is still there, and according to Mom, he will ruin her happiness if he goes back, and he can't go home yet.

In his little heart, his mother's happiness is the most important. He knew that his birth had brought his mother an unprecedented disaster, she decided to give birth to herself without a name, was found by her father's family when she was eight months pregnant, and after a dispute, her father abandoned her mother, and her mother committed suicide several times after giving birth, and she never found a man for several years, and she didn't start having a boyfriend again until last year.

Mom who has a boyfriend has a smile on her face every day, she comes back to life like a walking corpse, but the men who are brought home always have a look of indifference and disgust when they see him, and then they will leave Mom, and Mom will become depressed again, and ignore herself as much as before. So he grew accustomed to being kicked out of the house while his mother was trying to be happy. Fortunately, he is a sensible child, he can take good care of himself, and even take good care of his mother, he can do everything when cooking, washing, and cleaning up the house, and he can live well outside alone. Maybe because of this, my mother seems to have forgotten him. Mom's new boyfriend came here for the weekend, he hid as usual, and when he went out, he still held the twenty yuan given by his mother, but it was the third day, and the money had already been thrown to the supermarket cashier little by little, but the man still didn't leave.

The little boy stood downstairs for a while, looking forward to the sudden opening of the curtains, and the figure of his mother on the balcony, beckoning to him, and calling to him, but only an aunt drying clothes appeared on the windowsill of a certain house, and the aunt leaned down to look at his little figure, and walked back into the room and never appeared again.

He walked alone with the flow of people, and walked to a familiar bookstore on the corner of the long street, where he would spend reading every time he was kicked out. He knew how to read very early, and in the first two years, when his grandfather was in good health, he often came to see him secretly, taught him a lot of words, and also taught him to look up the dictionary. The owner of the bookstore saw that he was young, and he turned a blind eye to his perennial reading of books in the store, as long as he did not stain the books. But now, after a little rain and two sleeps in the hallway, he is obviously too dirty, his face, his hands, his clothes and shoes, he makes him like a little beggar.

He took out the paper towel that the little girl had given him before, and after using it once, he folded it and put it in his pocket, and he could continue to use it on the clean side. Standing in front of the glass window of a store, he carefully wiped the mud and stains off his face little by little with a paper towel, revealing the childish beauty that had been covered, and then carefully folded the paper towel twice, picking a clean place and wiping it on his hands. Seeing that his hands were much cleaner, he probably wouldn't stain people's books, so he threw the tissue into the trash can on the side of the road.

But when he pushed open the glass door and squeezed into the bookstore, the young female clerk immediately walked over, bent down and squeezed out a little smile, and asked, "Kid, are you alone? Didn't Mom and Dad come with you?"

The little boy shook his head blankly.

"We have children under the age of seven who need to be accompanied by their parents to come in. ”

The little boy looked down at his freshly wiped hands, and wanted to say that I won't stain your books, and that you should not drive me away, but when he saw his dirty clothes, his little face turned slightly red, and he lowered his head, turned around and walked out of the store.

An hour later, he returned to the hallway of his house and curled up in a corner and fell asleep. It was really cold on the street, and he really didn't have a place to go, so he could take shelter from the wind and rain in the corridor, although he still felt his body shivering.

He didn't know it was raining outside the building again. He didn't know he had a fever. He slept there, and the people up and down the hallway passed him, and no one woke him up, no one handed him a cup of hot water to add a piece of clothing, and though occasionally someone would mumble about whose child it was, they would always leave in a hurry. At first, there was a puppy that slept not far from him, but he was soon carried home, and he was forgotten by the world in this rainy spring night.

Night, the night when you can't see your fingers.

The little boy suddenly woke up. For a moment he forgot where he was, fear, loneliness, longing, sadness, cold, hunger, all came and engulfed him along with the darkness around him. He shrunk back into the corner, pulled up his thin collar, and opened his eyes wide in the darkness. He seemed to feel a figure standing in front of him, but the light was too dim to see who it was. He was scared. He was just a seven-year-old. He suddenly missed his mother immensely. In such a dark night, I miss my mother.

Then he heard a kind voice, somewhat familiar: "Little guy, are you called Lin Dui?"

"Yes, yes. He didn't know how the other party would know his name or what the other person was going to do, but it was a voice with no malicious intent.

"Come, come with me, I'll take you to Mommy. ”

He hesitated, but slowly, stretched out his hand to the figure in the darkness in front of him. Soon, he felt himself enter a generous embrace, so warm, so generous, so nostalgic, like a grandfather's embrace.

A torrential rain beat the silence of the night. The woman upstairs was still asleep in her dreams, wrapped in a soft quilt, one arm resting on the man's chest, and a lazy and comfortable smile on the corner of her mouth. In the corridor outside her room, her child was being carried by an old man, and with a faint sigh, he walked out of the door and into the rainy night.

Never come back.