If I remember correctly, it was a beautiful night, with wind and moonlight, spreading like silver on the ground, with a faint fragrance of flowers, coming from a long distance, 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, you are under the tree, walking there Go.
I looked at you with some curiosity, because you are so young, about 5 or 6 years old-how can such a small child be alone at such a late hour Stay outside?
You saw me and smiled at me. You are not a particularly beautiful child, but you are very cute, with a round face, big eyes, and bright, but you look very tired.
“Are you here alone?” I asked, looking around, “Where are your parents?” You shook your head: “Not here!”
You never stopped walking, walking around the thick trunk of the big tree, wiping your face with your hands from time to time, yawning constantly, and sometimes stomping your feet.
I stood and watched for a long time, but I still don’t understand what you are going to do.
“What are you doing?” I couldn’t help asking.
As you walk, you say wearily: “I want this to be able to not doze off.”
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 you, it’s time to fall asleep.
“You should go home to sleep, kids shouldn’t sleep too late.” I patted your head and said. You shook your head, pouted, and said frowningly: “But, mom won’t let me sleep.”
Huh?
I looked at you in surprise and didn’t believe what you said. You discovered my suspicion, stopped walking, stood in front of me, frowned with two faint brows, and said solemnly: “It’s true.” When you spoke, you yawned twice because you were sleepy. Eyelids seem to be unable to open, so you run to the side of the road and put your eyes on the cold iron railing to keep yourself awake.
I am angry, not at you, but at your mother. How could there be such a mother in the world who would not allow her children to sleep?
“Go, take me to see your mother!” I said, holdingYour hand wants you to lead the way. Your hands are small and soft, soaked in the darkness.
We walked a long way together-I didn’t expect your house to live so far, you kept talking along the way, you said that the little rabbits never eat carrots. Those fairy tales are all deceptive. Rabbits actually only eat green vegetables. You said that your electric car battery is always insufficient, so you stole the battery from Dad’s razor. As a result, Dad grew a long beard; You also said that you used to put a little bit of jasmine petals in your mother’s perfume, and you were punished by your mother to write three large characters… You said a lot, mixed with the sound of yawning. I saw that you were walking very hard and wanted to hug you, but you refused.
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“I have to go by myself so I won’t doze off.” You said.
Because of your naughty stories, although the journey is far away, it is not tiring. It seems to be very fast, and it will arrive at your doorstep.
Your home is on the third floor. Looking up from downstairs, there are a few pieces of your clothes hanging on the balcony, and some potted flowers. The curtains are very warm yellow. Because it is dark, although there is moonlight, I still can’t see the Mickey Mouse you mentioned. pattern.
Your family is obviously not asleep yet, and the light can be seen through the curtains. If you are a child alone outside, they must be very worried-I looked at you reproachfully, you stuck out your tongue and smiled.
Let’s go upstairs together through the Heigulongdong stairs to your door.
Knock on the door and your father appeared at the door. Before he could speak, you had slipped in quickly by his feet. I can’t even catch you in time.
Your father really has 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 you 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 you are.
Your home is beautifully decorated. All the furniture has cartoon patterns. The wall is about one meter high. It is a drawing board for you, and you have painted a lot with chalk on it. Strange patterns, on the ground, throw all kinds of your toys in a mess.
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Your parents should love you very much. Why would they not let you sleep? I began to suspect that you were lying to me.
Your father led me into a small bedroom. This is a children’s bedroom. The light is softly shining on the small bed, and there is a child on the bed.
I opened my eyes wide! (Uncle Ghost: http://www.guidaye.com/, please keep it!)
That child is you!
The child, with plastic tubes all over his body, is delivering oxygen under his nose, and a huge oxygen cylinder next to the bed cast a long shadow in the room.
You look dying, I can’t believe it—you obviously walked so far with me just now, although tired, but healthy—what is going on?
The woman sitting by the bed should be your mother? She was supposed to be beautiful, but now she has a haggard face and fixed her eyes on you. She didn’t even notice when I came in. She just looked at you, as if you would disappear if you didn’t pay attention.
Your eyes are half-open and half-closed. Whenever your eyelashes tremble, as if to close, your mother will whisper: “Child, don’t sleep!” I was crying, and your eyelashes were shaking again, and it was extremely difficult to open the eyes that were supposed to be closed.
“Look, as soon as I slept, she cried!” You suddenly appeared next to me and whispered to me.
I was taken aback. I looked at you next to me and then at you on the bed.
I suddenly understood.
Your father and mother are guarding you on the bed, not letting you sleep, not letting you leave, but you are standing here and guarding them, but they cannot see.
“Do you want to sleep?” I quietly asked you beside me.
You hesitate for a while: “I don’t know.” You yawned again, looking very tired. I watched you for a long time, watched you keep yawning, watched you on the bed, and wanted to close my eyes again and again, but always woke up at my mother’s call.
I know, you should be going to sleep, you are too tired.
“Let him sleep.” I said.
They suddenly looked up at me, as if stunned by my words, they couldn’t say anything. I quickly told what I saw. I said that you are so tired, but you are walking around the tree without stopping, just because your mother forbids him to sleep.
They didn’t believe it at first, then they looked down at you on the bed, stroked your head, and suddenly burst into tears.
They only saw you on the bed, but they couldn’t see the other you, standing next to them, yawning and kissing them, trying to keep them from crying.
I stood up and left quietly-because I was also crying.
Before going out, I heard your mother gently say: “Child, you can sleep peacefully!”
My heart trembled.
After your mother said that, I quickly ran downstairs. If I remember correctly, there was a small star in the sky that suddenly lit up. , Like a bright eye.
I heard crying from behind the curtain with Mickey Mouse on the third floor.
I know, you can finally not be so tired, you finally fell asleep.
The night is very cold, and the dew drops drop by drop, like tears, wet my clothes.