Weak beauty o dribbling the ball to find his wife

The young Mu Xing actually didn't quite understand the meaning of the New Year. She was walking on the road, and the fireworks above her head were blooming, all she could think about was why the sparks turned to ashes before they hit the ground.

"Mom, can I stay up late tonight for the New Year's Eve!" A family of three passed by, and the child was wearing new clothes, light peach blossom pink, so beautiful.

Mu Xing couldn't help but glance back, she was meeting the little girl's eyes, she was used to the gaze of strangers.

The little girl was frightened by her, showing a timid smile, a little girl of similar age, so cute.

Mu Xing doesn't know what he looks like in the eyes of others. He wears a light gray shabby coat with a large old sweater folded inside, and the dark red trousers are the kind of clothes that Auntie loves most. They were found out of a garbage bag When it was too big to fit, I begged to borrow a pair of needles and thread to change it in a mess.

The little girl's mother turned her head and saw Mu Xing, this kind of homeless child, who said he was pitiful, but was so dirty that he couldn't have any good feelings for him.

They usually use that kind of condescending and compassionate smile to perfunctory the charity, and hurriedly dragged their children away.

very gentle.Looking at their backs, Mu Xing also wondered why he looked like this.

She continued to walk along the long street. The street lights at night were very bright. She had never seen a better light, so she thought that the dim street lights were the most desirable light.

This is a very big town. In the eyes of the young Mu Xing, everything is very big, the stars above the head are shining brightly, the fireworks surrounded by clusters are also very large, and the white steamed buns bought at noon It is also very large, and the whole mouth is full of a touch of sweetness after one bite.

She has no source of income, and the old lady who collects rags sympathizes with her and is willing to exchange the things she collects for a fair price.

She is like a homeless ghost in the deep night, wandering in this big town, she doesn't understand why this happens, she just knows that she is used to it.

Down the street, she passed her favorite cake shop, brightly lit, illuminating the tempting chocolate cupcakes in the window.

A small cake worth 20 yuan is an astronomical figure in her eyes. She thought that the child she got would be enough to hold it in her hand, showing such an enviable sweet smile.

Mu Xing stood in front of the window for a while. It was very windy outside, and it hurt like an ice knife on his face. If he could go in, he would just smell the sweet and creamy aroma of the small cake.

But she is too dirty, she will be scolded if she goes in like this.

There should be some mature and decent elder who gently led her and walked in with her at a slow pace. The clerk smiled and asked what she needed to buy, and she coquettishly said that she wanted a chocolate cake.

Mu Xing didn't know that in the eyes of other children, this was just a simple and common thing. She thought it was very difficult, and it required a lot of hard work, trying to please others, and trying to make herself not look so shabby.

A crying child passed by. His father held his hand and coaxed the baby not to cry.

He was holding a small cake in his hand, Mu Xing wondered why he was crying.

He threw the little cake on the ground, and Sapo stomped on it a few times, crying and yelling that I don't want it, he said he wants his mother, he doesn't want this cheap and broken thing.

Mu Xing, who was hiding in the dark, couldn't understand what he said, why did he say that it was a cheap and crap thing, why did he want a mother.

She didn't have a clear idea of ​​a mother in her head, she just knew that not every child had parents.

Mu Xing, who vaguely remembered that he was five years old this year, looked at the little boy who was about his own age suspiciously. He cried so sadly that he couldn't be happy even after having a small cake.

His father said that mom was gone and he said he was sorry baby.

Mu Xing felt very strange, as if everyone in the world had parents.

Is that right?

Then where did her mother go, why didn't her father say sorry to her, why didn't he buy her the little cake she always wanted.

A child's desire is strong and naive. She wants a small cake, and she dreams of it in her dreams.

Looking at the gradually disappearing figures of the little boy and his father, looking at the little cake still lying on the ground that was stepped on a few times and no longer delicate, Mu Xing suddenly felt a strange sour feeling in his heart.

why?

The clerk heard the commotion outside, opened the door and looked out, the white light in the room behind him illuminated Mu Xing who was squatting on the ground carefully holding up the small cake.

Strawberry, fresh strawberries, fruity and creamy sweetness entices deep breaths.

The clerk scolded loudly how the little garbage picked up things and came here. She told her to get out of here, and told her to get out of the way so as not to disturb customers coming in to buy things.

She spoke so badly, Mu Xing was already used to this kind of abuse, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes for some unknown reason, held the little cake and raised his head with a sweet smile and asked: "Sister, can I take this little cake with you?" go?"

The clerk frowned and looked at Mu Xing's hands that were stained with cream and dust, and what kind of garbage he had picked up.

Mu Xing didn't smell bad, but she held her nose and waved her hand while saying take it away, hurry up and get out.

Habit is a strange word, Mu Xing is very happy, it is the first time to experience what everyone calls the New Year.

She looked up at the fireworks that had been set off all the time, and saw that the colorful light of the fireworks made the small cake in her hand also colorful.

The little cake that was stepped on a few times is really hard to say how good it is. She was walking on the road holding the little cake that exposed the egg yellow cake embryo. The short child had a treasured smile on her face. A very strange sight.

She doesn't care about the strange looks of passers-by on the street, the most important thing now is to find a place, she is eager to know how delicious the little cake is.

Strawberry flavor, creamy flavor, she has never tried it, she only knows that it is delicious, it is many times more delicious than clean steamed buns.

She walked to the crossroads and turned into a dark alley. The alley was very narrow and shallow. There was a very tall and large iron box in it. I don't know what it was for.

There are two rows of drains beside the alley wall, and all kinds of unpleasant smells permeate at night. Mu Xing doesn't like this place, and only hides here when there is really no place to sleep.

The urban management will arrest homeless people sleeping on the side of the road and fine them, as well as homeless children. Mu Xing has no money, and only knows that a person like this has no one to rely on and can only rely on his own caution.

However, the environment of this alley is really not suitable for tasting the coveted small cakes in the New Year.

She walked in two steps, turned around and was about to leave here, but suddenly heard a soft sob.

When I lived secretly in the slums, the little girl next door who was less than four years old cried like this when she was wronged.

The little girl's mother was an alcoholic and beat her every time she was drunk. After beating, she was annoyed by the crying of the child, so she simply threw her outside the door and let her squat at the door and cry all night.

At that time, Mu Xing had not been in this town for a long time, and he was just a four-year-old child. The little sister was crying so sad, and even she felt very sad.

It's the same now, cracks open when she's happy, and some traces show when she's sad. She thinks about the little cake in her hand, and wants to turn around and leave, but her body uncontrollably walks forward, and walks to the edge of the big iron box. The soft sobbing drew nearer.

The author has something to say: Wow, Ah Jin feels so advanced after the update, it surprised me.

By the way, the article next door has been updated ╰(*?︶`*)╯