[Zhongyingmei] Hear the sound

"Miss Arnott, your coat is so beautiful.

It fascinates me.

I know that you are looking for me, and I am waiting for your search.

And while you're looking, I'm watching the child.

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A sad child squats by the water,

Put a boat as fragile as a butterfly. "

The second half of the sentence comes from Rimbaud's "Drunk Boat".

She remembered this poem, it was the summer of 1871, Rimbaud at this moment was brewing his "psychic" theory.She couldn't remember Taiqing's specific description of the psychic theory, but she only remembered that the state was to numb the senses and get close to the dark truth in the confusion caused by hallucinations and sleep talking.

But Chelt was not a poet.

Quilin doesn't like poetry, so there are not many poetry collections at home, so when he lives with Quilin, he reads most design books. Poetry collections are better used as table corners than for reading. Although he also reads Some, but sometimes when Arnott goes to Quilin's shop, if the conversation with him suddenly turns to these things, his understanding will always be superficial.

He only interprets a line of poetry in a way that he can understand.

It's like Marquez said in "Dead Branches and Fallen Leaves" that "Jasmine is a flower that can walk". When he read this sentence, he laughed at the other party's lack of common sense, because in his impression, such creatures as flowers will never learn. What you don't do is walk.

It's just a plant, who can imagine a flower walking on its roots?

It's unimaginable, so it must be a lie - he's been understanding these things the way he thinks they are.

But he just sent her this gift with such love poem-like words.

So here comes the question, why would he think of sending her such a letter?

According to what she knew about him in the past, he couldn't understand the connotation of these poems at all—unless...

Unless what he wants to express is just a literal meaning.

A sad child with a paper boat...

What kind of child is sad?

Children who lose something precious to them are always sad.

A plush bear in your arms, a car called Didi, or losing a game, this level is not considered sad.

True grief is understood when something truly precious is lost.

For example, losing a parent.

And the unfortunate children who lost their parents that she could recall really existed in her mind.She remembered that among the three servants who died that day, the male servant and one of the female servants were husband and wife.

And their child, Thatches, has not been notified of their death.

Thatches attended kindergarten in Baltimore.

A little different from domestic ones, foreign kindergartens often require parents to pick them up. There will be a sign at the entrance of the kindergarten with the names of the children written on it. If the parents of the family come more than 15 minutes late Pick up, then a ticket will be issued to them.

As for the amount, it probably depends on how late they are.

But that day, Satches waited until the long night fell silently, and the teacher who accompanied him was dissatisfied with the irresponsibility of his parents, but because his parents could not be contacted, he had to take him home and make up for it One night, that night for some reason, he couldn't fall asleep for a long time, and he finally fell asleep, but his sleep was full of blurred backs of his parents. He chased after him and pulled his parents' hands, and then the phantom of the woman squatted down and touched them. Touching his hair, he said softly, "Satches will be alone from now on, you have to grow up well."

Immediately afterwards, they walked away without looking back. Sachs tried hard to catch up, but the child's pace was no better than that of two adults. He tried in vain to speed up the pace, but he ran with all his strength. He didn't get up at the same speed as his parents. He could only watch himself being thrown farther and farther. When he was staggering, he fell, and his knee seemed to feel a heartache. He cried out in pain loudly, but in the past, this His parents, who would come over to pick him up and comfort him softly when the time came, didn't even look back, they just walked forward on their own until they disappeared from Satches' sight and disappeared into the whole world.

Then he woke up, and at this time the time had been moved to the next morning.

The young female teacher gently patted his forehead to wake him up. Sachs rubbed his eyes, and his vision was still the furnishings of the room he slept in last night. He didn't know there was such a thing as a nightmare when he was young. , only felt an unspeakable fear haunting his heart.

But the child was just a child after all, it was just a dream that didn't happen in front of his eyes. After arriving at school, he joined the children's group. He didn't take this matter to heart for a long time, and followed the children to leave to play games.

The kindergarten held an outing today. The location is the nearby park. There are tall trees and shrubs in a patchwork pattern. There are benches under the trees, which are painted in the color of the trunk. There is also a small stream in the garden, and the water is very shallow. , even the ankles can't be fully covered, saying it's the creek, it's actually lifting it up.

But such a place is suitable for this group of children to play.

The leaves are a mixture of green and yellow, densely clustered on the trees, the wind blows through them and rustles, and then the unsteady roots fall down one after another, falling on the faces of the children, making them giggle .

After playing for a while, Satches felt inexplicably depressed. After all, he was still a child. When he was not happy playing with one thing, the solution to this problem was to play another one. The park was not big, so he saw it at a glance. The creek not far away, although the teacher ordered them not to go, but when Satches looked up, the teacher was still reprimanding a boy who just hit a girl, her expression was serious, her face was tight , probably won’t notice this place for a long time, and they are located in a tall forest, and the stream happens to be in the blind spot of vision, unless the tree is spared, it is difficult to see the stream from that direction look like.

Although Satches didn't understand such profound things, he felt that he couldn't see the teacher at a glance, and the teacher naturally couldn't see him correspondingly.

While other children play games in groups of three or four, he is always alone, so he should not notice him in a short time.

Thinking of this, he trotted towards the stream without hesitation.

The stream was so clean that people could almost be reflected. Sachs squatted down and looked at the polished and smooth stones in the water. He couldn't help reaching out his hands to touch them, but he was shivered by the coldness of the water.

After all, he is still a child, his skin is delicate, easily injured, and he is more sensitive to sensations.

But the child is always fearless and hard to get bored. After touching it for a few times, he almost got used to the temperature, and from time to time he stuck his hand into the water. He had a great time playing, and even picked up a piece of the last He wanted to give the white stone to his mother. After all, he felt that only such a white stone was worthy of his mother's beautiful face.

There are trees beside the stream, and many leaves have fallen from the tree. Apart from picking up stones, he is also interested in the floating leaves. When those faintly withered yellow leaves walk farther and farther on the shallow stream, he can't help it. When he was happy, there were some childish cheers in his mouth, which were low and low, and could not be heard clearly at a distance.

It's just that the desire to play came and went quickly, and he got a little tired of the fun of water after a while.

He was going to stand up and leave, but he just straightened his legs, maybe he squatted on the ground for too long, at that moment, there was a flower in front of him, and he almost fell into the water.

"Be careful."

Saches closed his eyes and was about to accept the bad luck of falling into the water, when suddenly a man's low and pleasant voice came from his ear, and a pair of hands stretched out from his chest, grabbed his slender shoulders, and hugged him In his arms, the frightened little boy opened his eyes after a long while. He blinked, and the good tutor made him thank him immediately, "Thank you uncle."

"It's okay, you have to be careful next time. Standing up from squatting for too long is easy to get dizzy. If you lose your balance, you might fall down." The man patted the boy's head, and kept his hand weakly behind him, afraid of him Falling down again, "And don't call me so unfamiliar, it was your parents who asked me to pick you up."

"Mom and Dad?" A boy who had been educated for a long time to have a sense of crisis frowned, "But I don't know you, Mom and Dad won't let someone I don't know pick me up."

"It's a good thing to be vigilant like this, but don't be indistinguishable from good people. Aren't your parents working for your sister Arnott? You won't even listen to the request of such a good sister like you?" The man laughed, then took out his mobile phone from his pocket, "Also, do you think these are your parents?"

He took a picture of two people smiling and standing in the garden. At that time, they were probably in between working, so they met as a family and chatted with each other. Both of them laughed happily.

The little ghost who was not deeply involved in the world believed it a little bit, "It's my parents, but they haven't told me before... You can't be lying to me, are you?"

"If you don't believe me, you can call and ask?" The man shook his head helplessly, and then stretched out his cell phone. The boy picked it up suspiciously, but he just stood on tiptoe and took it. The hand had already circled behind him, and then covered his mouth with a fierce blow.

The boy's eyes widened in an instant, before he could say anything, he fell into a coma.

The children were playing around, and the teacher was reprimanding them, but none of them turned their eyes away. Perhaps no one noticed what happened at this moment except for the leaves that were drifting away.

A sad child squats by the water's edge, setting out a boat as fragile as a butterfly.

Waves, soaked in your weariness, you can no longer follow the course of the cotton steamer.

——Because he has been buried silently and silently in this vast expanse.