There is an area separated by tennis nets. The floor is painted in the shape of a light green basketball court. There are several short baskets hanging on one side for children to throw basketballs. On the other side, there are rows of three-story basketball hoops. There are plasticine, origami, handmade knives and other utensils on the low shelf, and there are several small tables and chairs beside it. The two play areas are divided into one area and separated by a net.
Douzha was sitting on a small chair in the play area, wearing a light blue jacket, lowering her head on the table and tinkering with something.
Liu Heng and Wang Yincheng looked at it from a distance, and Liu Heng said calmly: "Go ahead."
Wang Yincheng looked sideways at him, and Liu Heng walked away without going in the direction of Dou Sha.
Wang Yincheng shook hands, and his heart suddenly jumped. There were quite a lot of children playing in the playground. Adults and children were making a lot of noise. However, at this moment, Wang Yincheng looked at the little head behind the net from a distance, and heard those sounds. Everything seemed to be still, and the surrounding vision was blurry, except for the little head that was extremely clear.
Wang Yincheng walked towards the amusement area. He could clearly hear the vibration in his eardrums. His heart was "bang bang bang". He couldn't care about anything else at this moment. He couldn't remember anything about his clothes, hair, and shoes. He only had that in his heart. A round little head.
Wang Yincheng walked to the play area. There were many children playing origami, making plasticine, and making sand paintings. But most of them were adults playing with their children. The children were sitting on chairs, and the adults were either squatting or doing other things. Sitting, or simply holding the child in his arms and playing with him, only Dou Sha sat alone in the corner of a long table. The seat opposite was empty. There was an adult next to him with his back to Dou Sha and a little girl. Playing with origami.
Dou Sha was wearing a small blue jacket, sitting on a chair with his back to himself, lowering his head and tinkering with something. Wang Yincheng couldn't see it, but just looking at it, his heart trembled and his eyes turned red.
The child had no one to accompany him, so he was just playing alone... No one noticed him in the crowd. However, compared with the excitement around him, the little figure seemed particularly lonely.
Wang Yincheng's eyes were swollen, his nose seemed to be blocked, and he felt very uncomfortable. He turned around, took a deep breath, blinked his eyes, gathered his emotions, and walked towards the child.
Wang Yincheng stood behind Douzha, stretched his neck and took a look, and found that the child was playing with a sand painting. Colored fine sand and glue were placed aside, torn off stickers were scattered everywhere, and there were many things mixed on the table. of fine sand. The child just finished gluing the colored fine sand to one place. He slowly picked up the drawing paper and placed it on top of a debris tray. Then he released one hand and slowly poured out the excess fine sand on the painting. He poured it out, shaking his hands while pouring it, being extremely careful. After pouring it, he put the painting to his mouth and blew on it.
Wang Yincheng was so fascinated that he couldn't move his eyes away. He saw an empty seat opposite Douzha, so he walked over and slowly sat down in front of Douzha.
After Douzha bought clothes, Liu Heng took him downstairs to play on the first floor. He would definitely not go to such a noisy place as usual. He was alone at home playing with his combat flying abrasives. Happy to stand in a crowd like a fool.
In other words, children like the new and hate the old. If they play too much here, they will become unhappy. Anyway, there is nothing on the first floor that they can't play with.
But today Dou Sha came down silently. He had an idea in his mind and thought about the clothes he bought. Should he make a small gift? Liu Ji, the little hairball, said that every time he gave something to his mother, his mother would hug him and kiss him hard. Douzha had never done any handicrafts to give to the elders, or even made any gadgets. To Liu Heng.
Dou Sha imagined it in his mind. If he made a sand painting for that person, would he hold her and kiss him? I can’t think of red bean paste.
When Douzha was making sand paintings, she drove Liu Heng away. He frowned and looked at the man sitting opposite him and said, "You go up and wander around for a while, and I'll play by myself!"
Liu Heng looked at the little boy, "Are you sure?"
Douzha said impatiently: "Go away!" Don't show it to others, he will be embarrassed.
As soon as Liu Heng left, Dou Sha went to choose the style of the sand painting. He looked at it and hesitated between the two sand paintings. One was of small colorful fish of various colors swimming in the sea, and the other was of a large dolphin. Swim around in the sea with the little dolphins. Dou Sha liked both of them, but after looking at it, he still put the picture of the dolphin back. He thought that the picture would be too obvious. !
Dou Sha started to make a sand painting. He took out the drawing, tore off the white plastic paper on it, then put glue on an area and slowly poured colored fine sand. He did not follow the colors on the sample painting and painted it completely. Paint according to your own preferences, what kind of fish, what color, the sea, the island, the coconut tree...paint them one by one.
The child worked extremely carefully, with meticulous movements. He held the drawing paper with his tender little paws, and blew off the excess fine sand with his small mouth. Because of the stickiness of the glue and sand, the red bean paste on his hands, face, neck, and clothes All covered with colored fine sand.
Only halfway through it turned into a little cat.
A little girl nearby saw it, pointed at his painting, and asked her mother loudly: "Mom, look, he painted it wrong. The sea should be dark blue, not light blue! The seaweed is green, not gold!" "
Douzha raised her eyes and gave the child a cold look.
The surroundings were very noisy, with children and adults running around. They lowered their heads to smear bean paste, and occasionally frowned, looking particularly serious and handsome.
So when someone took the seat opposite, Douzha didn't pay much attention. Her drooping eyelashes flickered, and the little tabby cat was too beautiful to be true.
When Douzha tore off a piece of plastic paper, he noticed from the corner of his eye that someone was sitting opposite him. He thought it was Liu Heng who had come back. He frowned and said, "I didn't tell you not to be here..." He raised his neck and glanced at the person opposite him. The person's eyes met.
The facial features that she could see on the weekend were in her mind. She was right in front of her. Opposite her, Douzha opened her mouth and stared in surprise. When she realized what she was doing, she quickly stretched out her arms to block the sand painting in front of the table - in advance. How can it be considered a gift after seeing it!
Dou Sha blocked the table with his arms and looked at Wang Yincheng warily and shyly. His neck and face slowly turned red, and his cheeks turned blood red. He opened his mouth, twisted, and whispered, "Why are you here?"
Wang Yincheng's nose felt sore. The child's shy look made him feel soft and trembling. He didn't know how to speak or what to say. He could only follow what Douzha said: "I came to buy something, and I happened to meet your father. .”
Dou Sha silently rolled his eyes at Liu Heng. He really felt that his father was holding him back, so why didn't he keep it a secret for him
But Dou Sha was extremely excited. The person she wanted to see was right in front of her, sitting opposite her, so close that she could see her eyes and nose, not the back of her head, and she could still talk.
The little boy lay there and looked up at Wang Yincheng, his mouth slowly pouted, his cheeks flushed, his dark brown eyes similar to Wang Yincheng's were watery, he blinked, and his eyelashes slowly became stained with water.
Wang Yincheng's heart melted. He thought that Douzha must know who he was. He definitely knew. He stood up and silently picked up the child in his arms, then sat down on the low stool.
Red bean paste's small hands stained with fine colored sand clenched her fists tightly, her head buried in Wang Yincheng's chest, holding back her strength to prevent herself from crying out loud. Tears continued in her eyes, her throat was blocked and sore, and her nose began to flow out. His little body shook and his shoulders trembled.
Dou Sha followed Wang Yincheng, who was introverted. He wanted to cry but held it in. In fact, he felt extremely uncomfortable.
Wang Yincheng held the child in his arms. He didn't know how hard he should use it. When he was loose, he felt that the child was not in his hands. When he was tight, he was worried that the child would be uncomfortable. He could feel the child lying on his chest and sobbing silently. He buried his head and didn't think. Wang Yincheng's eyes quickly turned red when others saw him crying, but he was an adult and could restrain himself in public.
He held the child in his arms and saw the sand paintings on the table in front of him just blocked by bean paste, light blue sea water, colorful fish, golden water plants and an orange sun.
He suddenly felt warm in his heart and felt that it was worth it. It had been worth it for so many years. You don’t need anything anymore, nothing is that important anymore, the most important thing is now in your own hands and in your arms!
Liu Heng looked from a distance and saw the little boy being held in Wang Yincheng's arms. He couldn't see his expression clearly, but he could feel such an unusual heartbeat from a distance.
He felt that the air pressure around him was very low, his breathing was not smooth, and there was something stuck in his throat that would not go up or down. Something in his heart began to feel different and melted away.
He took out a cigarette and was about to light it when he noticed that this was a no-smoking area. He took the cigarette away from his mouth, put one hand in his pocket, and squinted at the father and son not far away.
He finally understood why he had been experiencing palpitations, restlessness, irritability and sudden joy for so many days.
It's like I've been waiting for this moment my whole life.
When it arrived, I felt at ease, knowing what I actually wanted most and what I wanted to catch...