As soon as Wang Jiexiang arrived home, there was a knock on the door.
Open the door, the landlord is standing outside.
Without further ado, Wang Jiexiang went back to the house to pack up her belongings and prepared to return the rent. It's the end of the month, and her rent is only due for this month. Wang Jiexiang still remembers the "ugly things" the landlord told her earlier in the morning.
She came with a backpack and left with a backpack. Wang Jiexiang put on the thickest coat, returned the keys to the landlord, and apologized to her.
The landlady sighed and patted her hand.
Wang Jiexiang walked all the way, walked uphill, left the village in the city, and arrived at the main road.
She came out so simply that she had nowhere to go.
The snow was falling heavily, and there was a fine crackling sound with every step of the foot when stepping on the snow.
Looking at a vast world and the lights of thousands of houses lit up in the building, Wang Jiexiang put his hands in his pockets and wandered aimlessly.
Across the street is a row of storefronts, nameless and graciously open. Pink light seeps from the inside to the outside, soaking through the plastic curtains. Attracted by the light, Wang Jiexiang passed by the store.
The streets are red, the walls are red, and the staggered pinks gather together to form a pool of overripe bright red.
Wang Jiexiang passing by is like walking inside people's bodies. The light is hot, and there is untouchable blood in the sight. Perfume smells of sweat and smoke, they are like clumps of exposed organs, naked, wriggling, swallowing.
Wang Jiexiang didn't dare to look inside the store. She didn't know much, but she didn't know everything.
The hands in the pockets were tightly clenched, she stared at the floor, and walked away quickly, as if a careless glance would attract the attention of the red light and be swallowed by it.
When she finally passed that area, the feeling of discomfort still followed her.
Wang Jiexiang walked slower and slower, thinking about something in her mind.
What to do in the future, where to live tonight, where will the money come from, how long will it snow... She couldn't help but turn her head and look at the ambiguous pink.
Wang Jiexiang is not smart, and even frighteningly stupid in many cases, at this time her mind is confused again.
It was her stomach that interrupted her wild thoughts.
My stomach growled.
There was a small supermarket near her home. Wang Jiexiang swallowed her saliva and went there unknowingly.
The supermarket was brightly illuminated by fluorescent lights, and it had not yet closed for business. The rectangular red carpet at the door said "Welcome", and she sat down on the steps outside the small supermarket.
She intends to stay here for a while.
The children who came out of the supermarket threw a one-yuan coin and sat on the rocking car at the door to play.
The rocking car is in the shape of a cartoon tiger. When money is put in, the two small lights at the bottom of the car will light up.
The child held the fake steering wheel, and the little tiger started to shake and sing.
"The stars in the sky don't talk, but the dolls on the ground miss their mother."
"The eyes in the sky blink and blink, mother's heart, Lu Binghua."
Wang Jiexiang turned her eyes to the winter night sky.
Are there any stars in the sky
Will mom be watching her from the sky
The snowflakes flew, and the chaotic pure white fragments fascinated the eyes.
The child's voice sang cheerfully:
"The tea garden in my hometown is full of flowers, and my mother's heart is in the end of the world.
Thinking of my mother's words every night, the twinkling tears, Lu Binghua. "
A homeless child, who used to be a good baby with a heart full of flesh and blood.
Since I lost my mother, the flowers have withered, and the singing and tears have been locked away.
Without her mother, she grew up; without her mother, there is no home anymore.
Listening to the song "Lu Binghua", Wang Jiexiang burst into tears in front of the rocking car with flashing lights.
The kid was frightened by her cries, left the little tiger who was still singing, and ran into the supermarket to find his mother.
Wang Jiexiang got on the rocking car.
Squeezing into the child seat, she hugged her knees and curled up into a ball.
The song stopped, and she burst into tears.
There was a figure beside him, thinking it was probably the kid from just now, Wang Jiexiang shrunk her shoulders, unwilling to raise her head, unwilling to leave the rocking car.
A pack of tissues was handed to her.
Crying hard, Wang Jiexiang couldn't catch her breath. She struggled to open her teary eyes, and she looked at the owner of the tissue.
Is a face of young men.
Holding the shopping bag in one hand and the package of paper in the other, he may have just come out of a small supermarket.
The man was wearing a gray down jacket, with deep eyebrows and thin lips.
There was no concern, no curiosity on his face, and his eyes were quiet.
He is tall, standing on the snow, blocking the snow and the wind.
She didn't take his paper.
The man patiently unwrapped the package, put the paper into her clenched palm, then turned and left.
Wang Jiexiang lowered her eyes.
That piece of paper, soft and white, has a fragrance.
Holding it in your hand is like holding a handful of clouds.
The man walked away, his back was a dark spot in the snowy night. Seeing that he was about to disappear from sight, Wang Jiexiang jumped off the rocking car and ran towards him in big strides.
She was noticed by him when she was more than ten meters away from him.
Wang Jiexiang fell a big somersault.
The snow was so thick that it didn't hurt to fall. She shook the snow, got up and continued to chase.
As soon as she got up, she saw him turn around.
He watched himself.
Wang Jiexiang looked away awkwardly, not daring to move.
When the man continued to move forward, she maintained the distance of more than ten meters and continued to follow him step by step.
However, as he walked, Wang Jiexiang realized something was wrong.
This road was clearly her way home.
Through the row of wooden houses, downhill, she followed him closer and closer. The man seemed to acquiesce in her quietly following, except when he first spotted her and looked back, he never looked at her again.
Upon reaching his home, both men made a major discovery.
Wang Jiexiang discovered that the man was her neighbor who lived next door.
The man found that the house next door to his house had a red "for rent" note on the door.
"Aren't you going back to your own home?"
Yin Xian turned around and asked the little girl who was peeping at him in the dark while holding hands on the wall.
She shook her head.
not go home...
That is, followed him home.
So, crying so badly at the gate of the supermarket is because the landlord kicked him out
Yin Xian turned on the light at home.
Not knowing whether it was photophobia or other reasons, she suddenly shrank behind the wall. He glanced to the corner, only saw the toe of her shoe, and her body was hidden.
Yin Xian was carrying something.
He left the door open and went home first to unload them.
After boiling some hot water, he took off his coat.
After doing this, the little girl at the door still didn't come over. He passed through the window, and she was still standing in the corner.
It was snowing heavily.
Yin Xian soaked two bowls of instant noodles and opened the door.
He is not used to doing this kind of thing, and he is more reluctant to let go. He doesn't know what to say to others.
The noodles were ready to eat, so he ate his own bowl.
Taking out the spare thin quilt at home, he made a floor bunk on the floor. If she wanted to come in, he could only help so much.
After finishing these, Yin Xian should go to bed.
He flipped the light switch, remembering that the girl's eyes seemed to be unable to see clearly in the dark, so he turned on a small bedside lamp.
The door was open, and it was snowing and windy outside.
His hands and feet were tightly wrapped in the quilt.
After a hard day's work, the tired body quickly fell asleep.
Before Yin Xian was about to fall asleep, he heard the door being pushed open and then gently closed.
He closed his eyes and didn't speak to her.
After a while, there was the sound of "huluhulu" eating noodles...
Someone tiptoes along...
The door was closed, it was no longer cold, and the quilt was warm, Yin Xian fell asleep.
The bedside lamp was turned off with a "click", and the little girl fell asleep quietly on the floor under a thin quilt.