Star Rabbit Patron Saint

The three-year-old little fan was squatting on the side of the road, holding a small red brick in his hand. He seemed to be drawing something. The small brick was getting smaller and smaller as it was rubbed against the ground. The child's little hand held it hard. , the white little fingernails can tell how hard she worked. . .

"I want to draw a little rounder here, emmm, isn't this a little rounder?" I saw the child waving his little arms very hard and drawing vigorously on the ground, because he was still squatting on the ground. Half of her belly was exposed. She buried her head and muttered, while drawing with all her strength on the ground. She didn't know what she was drawing, but it was certain that this child had no talent for drawing. . .

"Uncle said, draw a circle, and then leave a door open. The person you miss will come in, and he will appear. I miss my dad. Just draw a circle to bring dad back." A little fan The person was muttering while painting very seriously. A gust of autumn wind blew over, bringing with it a slight chill. The child seemed to have a cold. Two strips of clear water from the nose slowly flowed out. She saw her She sniffed hard to hold back the mucus, and then continued to draw her circles carefully. So focused, so wholehearted, so heart-wrenching. . .

Two days ago, the grandmother in the door next door passed away. According to local customs, everyone will perform three days of rituals at the door of their home. After the three days of rituals, they will burn some paper money for the deceased. My uncle is my grandmother’s husband. The custom is to draw a circle on the ground, and then burn paper money for the deceased in the circle. The uncle was very sad. He and his grandma had a very good relationship. After grandma left, he was alone, so he has been I'm burning paper money for my grandma. . .

This scene happened to be seen by the little fan who went downstairs to play. For the boarding child Xiaomi, the greatest happiness is probably going downstairs to play alone. In fact, Xiaomi is waiting for his father. , every day, besides eating and sleeping, the most common thing Xiaomi does is sit under the porch, waiting for her father to come to see her. However, after so long, her father has not come to see her. . . This child gradually stopped talking and laughing, and gradually fell in love with holding his cheek in a daze. . .

In the afternoon of early autumn, although there was sunshine, it made people feel a little cool. The clothes and pants Xiaomi wore were the new clothes her father bought for her when he sent her here some time ago. Because she did not change and wash them often, these clothes A three-year-old baby has been dressed in dirty and tattered clothes. It can be imagined that she is no longer a clean and beautiful baby. The little princess in her father's eyes has really turned into a down-and-out child.

The little fan didn't know what happened, but she was very curious about her uncle's behavior. What was his uncle doing? The little face was full of questions. According to her usually shy character, she would not ask. However, today, Xiaomi was uncharacteristically uncharacteristic, as if there was some magic pulling her to ask her uncle. . .

The cute little fan staggered up from the porch. She must have been sitting for a long time, and her left buttocks were a little numb. She limped on one calf, walked to her uncle, and stood carefully. Outside the circle, it seemed as if he was afraid of accidentally stepping on the circle. Just when he was about to speak, he saw his uncle wiping his tears over and over again while choking:

"A-Feng, why are you leaving in such a hurry? You didn't notify me, this old man, when you left. Didn't you agree that we should leave together? Why did you leave me alone? How can I live my life like this? ..." Perhaps, this is life, everyone says so.

When your heart stops beating, it is not real death. It is when no one in this world remembers you anymore. Therefore, death is not the end of life, forgetting is. If you can, please remember me before the memory of love disappears.

"Uncle, stop crying and be good. What are you doing? What's wrong with you? Did it hurt where you fell? Why are you crying?" Xiaomi was afraid of disturbing her uncle and looked at him like I was in pain and worried about him, so I couldn't help but ask timidly.

"Ah! It's Xiaomi!" The uncle looked up and saw Xiaomi, looking at him with a worried face. He raised his hand to wipe the tears on his face, and squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying. Said softly to Xiaomi. . .

"Grandma is gone..."

"Where is grandma going? When will she come back?" Xiaomi became anxious when he heard his uncle said that grandma was gone. No wonder his uncle was so sad. It turned out that grandma went to work like his father, so his uncle felt uncomfortable, so he cried. . . . No wonder then. . .

"My grandma went to a very, very far away place and I missed her very much, so I burned some money for her in the hope that she would come back and see me."

Such a casual sentence ignited great hope in the little child's heart. Xiaomi was surprised and suddenly filled with joy. It turns out that there is such a good thing. It turns out that by drawing a circle on the ground and then burning such colorful paper, you can bring back the person you miss. In that case, if Xiaomi misses her father, can she also Draw circles on the ground and burn paper. If so, dad will come back?

Because of this, the above scene happened. In the cool autumn wind, the air was filled with the smell of burning paper. A little girl over three years old was persistently drawing circles on the ground. She was shivering from the cold. Snorting, however, what is incompatible with it is the persistence and seriousness in the child's eyes, and most importantly, the hope in her eyes. I remember that in Liu Cixi's novel "The Wandering Earth", she once said, In this era, hope is more precious than gold. . . She is so persistent, so hardworking, and. . . It's so stupid to see that it makes people feel extremely sad. This child thought about his father in such an incredible way. . .

"Xiao Mi, what are you doing?" A childish voice with a curious tone sounded above Xiao Mi. Xiaomi raised her head and blocked the sun with her small hands. Because she could not see clearly, she squinted her eyes. After seeing the person clearly, she suddenly jumped up from the ground with joy. Maybe he had been squatting for too long, or maybe he had no strength left. His vision went dark, and Xiaomi stumbled and fell to the ground. She frowned in pain, but such a little girl didn't cry even after being hit so hard. . .

"It's Brother Youran. Ouch, my butt hurts so much..." She shouted softly. This was Brother Xiaofeng's classmate. They went to the same elementary school. Xiaofeng hates Xiaomi, and Youran hates Xiaofeng and hates Xiaomi. . . .

"Are you okay, little idiot, what are you drawing on the ground? What is this drawing? It's a mess and it's really ugly. Stop drawing. I'll take you to eat. You must have not eaten." , took Xiaomi’s little hand and was about to leave. It didn’t matter. The hands of the two children were all messed up, black and red, and white. Xiaomi saw that Youran’s hands were very dirty. , his face was full of guilt for a moment, and he wanted to reach out and pat him clean. He looked at his own hands, put his little hands behind his back, and shook his little head into a ball. . . .

"I'm not hungry, brother Youran, I don't want to eat... I have to paint for a while, I haven't finished painting yet, I want to finish this..."

"Xiao Mi, what on earth are you drawing? What do you want to do?" Youran didn't understand what Xiao Mi was doing, but felt sorry for her that she fell, so she quickly pulled Xiao Mi up, bent down and kissed her I patted my body randomly, hoping to pat this little baby clean. At the same time, I thought to myself, this little girl really needs to be carried around, and she will become a mess if she is not careful. . .

After patting it clean, I took Xiaomi's hand and walked forward. The setting sun imprinted on the two children's bodies, forming long shadows. I saw the shadow of the little girl jumping happily and pulling the boy. , walking forward happily, the child's happiness is simple and beautiful. . .