If I remember correctly, it was a beautiful night, with wind and moonlight, like silver spreading on the ground, with a faint fragrance of flowers, coming from far away, and a faint smile in the light.
I walked alone, shaking the little bell that I was going to give my puppy, ding ding dong dong, and walking crisply in the cool night.
Just at the corner of the street, the moonlight shines through the dense branches and leaves of the big tree on the roadside, casting soft spots of light on the ground. He is just under the tree, walking there Go.
I looked at him curiously, because he is so young, only about 5 or 6 years old-how can such a small child be alone at such a late hour Stay outside?
He saw me and smiled at me. He is not a particularly beautiful child, but he is very cute, with a round face, big eyes, and bright, but he looks very tired.
“Are you here alone?” I asked, looking around, “Where are your parents?”
He shook his head: “No!”
He never stopped walking, walking around the thick trunk of the big tree, walking circle after circle, rubbing his face with his hand from time to time, constantly Blowing, sometimes stomping hard.
I stood and watched for a long time, but I still didn’t understand what he was going to do.
“What are you doing?” I couldn’t help asking.
As he walked, he said wearily: “I want to be able to not doze off like this.”
I look at the sky, the sky is dark blue Color, the moon is big and round, far away, far away from us, the stars shine, and farther than the stars, there is endless darkness.
It’s already time to sleep, especially for a child like him, who should have fallen asleep long ago.
“You should go home to sleep, kids shouldn’t sleep too late.” I patted his head and said.
He shook his head, pouted, and said grimly: “But, my mother won’t let me sleep.”
Huh?
I looked at him in surprise, not believing what he said. He realized my suspicion, stopped walking, stood in front of me, frowned with two faint brows, and said solemnly: “It’s true.” When he was speaking, he hit another two blows because he was sleepy. , His eyelids seemed to be unable to open, so he ran to the side of the road and put his eyes on the cold iron railing to keep himself awake.
I was angry, not at him, but at his mother. How could there be such a mother in the world who would not allow her child to sleep?
“Go, take me to see your mother!” I said, holding his hand and asking him to lead the way. His hands are very small and soft, soaked cold by the night.
We walked a long way together-I didn’t expect his house to live so far. He kept talking along the way. He said that the little rabbits never eat carrots. Those fairy tales are deceptive, the rabbit actually only eats green vegetables; he said that his electric car battery is always insufficient, so he stole the battery from his father’s razor, and his father grew a long beard; He also said that he used to put a little bit of jasmine petals in his mother’s perfume, and was punished by his mother to write three large characters…He said a lot, mixed with the sound of beating and blowing. I saw that he was walking very hard and wanted to hold him, but he refused.
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“I have to go by myself so I won’t doze off,” he said.
Because of his mischievous stories, although the journey is far away, it is not tiring, as if it was very fast, and it came to his door.
His house is on the third floor. Looking up from downstairs, there are a few pieces of his clothes and some potted flowers hanging on the balcony. The curtains are very warm yellow. Because it is dark, although there is moonlight, I still can’t see the Mickey Mouse patterns he said. .
His family is obviously not asleep yet, and the light can be seen through the curtains. He was a child outside alone, and they must be worried-I looked at him reproachfully, he stuck out his tongue and smiled.
Together we went upstairs through the Heigulongdong stairs to his door.
Knocked on the door and his father appeared at the door. Before he could speak, he quickly slipped in by his feet. I didn’t even have time to catch him.
His father really grew a long beard, densely packed, covering his chin like a weed. He was wearing a rumpled shirt with his elbows in his sleeves, his face was tired, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked at me suspiciously: “You are?”
I smiled awkwardly. I laughed, and realized that it seemed impolite to visit a stranger’s house at such a late hour. But when I thought of him wandering outside alone, just not to fall asleep, I mustered up the courage: “I’m looking for your wife.”
“Oh?” He nodded, letting I came in, led me forward, and said, “Are you her colleague? It’s hard for you to come back so late, thank you.”
I heard a little baffling, go Enter the house, look around, trying to find where he is.
His home is beautifully decorated. All the furniture has cartoon patterns. The wall is about one meter high. It is a drawing board left for him. He painted a lot with chalk on it. Strange patterns, on the ground, in a messThrowing his various toys.
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His parents should love him very much, why would they not let him sleep? I began to suspect that he was lying to me.
His father led me into a small bedroom. This is a children’s bedroom. The light was softly shining on the small bed, and there was a child lying on the bed.
I opened my eyes wide!
That kid is him!
The child, with plastic tubes all over his body, was carrying oxygen under his nose, and a huge oxygen cylinder by the bed cast a long shadow in the room.
He looks dying, I can’t believe it—he had walked so far with me just now, although he was tired, but healthy—what the hell was going on?
The woman sitting by the bed should be his mother? She was supposed to be very beautiful, but now she has a haggard face and fixed her eyes on him. She didn’t even notice when I came in. She just looked at him, as if he would disappear if not paying attention.
His eyes are half-open and half-closed. Whenever his eyelashes tremble, as if to close, his mother will whisper: “Child, don’t sleep!” He was crying, and his eyelashes were shaking again, and it was extremely difficult to barely open the eyes that had been closed.
“Look, as soon as I sleep, she cries!” He suddenly appeared next to me and whispered to me.
I was taken aback. I looked at him next to me and then at him on the bed. I suddenly understood.
His father and mother guarded him on the bed, not letting him sleep, not letting him leave, while he stood here, guarding them, but they could not see.
“Do you want to sleep?” I asked him quietly.
He hesitated for a while: “I don’t know.” He babbled again, looking very tired.
I watched him for a long time, watched him beating and blowing, watched him on the bed, and wanted to close his eyes again and again, but always woke up when my mother called .
I know, he should be going to bed, he is too tired.
“Let him sleep.” I said.
They suddenly looked up at me, as if stunned by my words, they couldn’t say anything for a while. I quickly told what I saw. I said he was so tired, but he walked around the tree without stopping, just because his mother didn’t allow him to sleep.
They didn’t believe it at first, then they looked down at him on the bed, stroked his head, and suddenly lost their voice in pain.
They only saw him on the bed, but they couldn’t see him, the other him, standing beside them, beating and blowing and kissing them, trying to keep them from crying.
I stood up and left quietly-because I was crying too.
Before going out, I heard his mother gently say: “My child, you can sleep peacefully!”
My heart trembled.
After his mother said that, I quickly ran downstairs. If I remember correctly, there was a small star in the sky at that time. , Like a bright eye.
I heard crying from behind the curtain with Mickey Mouse on the third floor.
I know that he can finally not be so tired, he finally fell asleep.
The night is very cold, and the dew drops drop by drop, like tears, wet my clothes.