soul seeker

"asthma."

"Asthma? What is it?"

"It's a sickness that takes your breath away."

The two of them put away their schoolbags and walked out slowly together.

"Shall I go to your house to play tonight?" The old man ran up to Ziwang, and watched Ziwang go backwards.

"Yeah." He nodded, and the lips behind the mask couldn't help but bend up.

"Zi Wang!"

"Old man!"

Two women standing in the crowd at the school gate called out their children's names at the same time.

The two children ran and walked to the woman.

"Mom."

"How is it? Are you good today?" The woman squatted down and straightened the hem and neckline of the old man's clothes.

The mother on the other side did the same

"Ziwang, are you used to it? Have you made any good friends?"

"Yes! Me!" The old man on the side immediately moved over when he heard Ziwang's mother's question, "Hello, auntie! Oh, mom, let me tell you, their house lives upstairs from ours, and they just moved in yesterday !"

"Oh yeah? Hello."

"Hello."

The two mothers chatted and walked home with their children in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Is that so? Are you looking for a job?" The old mother took the old schoolbag and carried it on her back.

"Yes. You can help too." Ziwang's mother wiped her hair.

The old man took the rice bowl and quickly put the rice into his mouth.

"Oh, why are you eating so fast?" The woman put a piece of vegetable into her son's bowl.

"I'm going to play with Ziwang after eating." He said vaguely with rice in his mouth.

"Then don't be in such a hurry, what if people haven't eaten yet?"

The old man was stunned, his cheeks were full, his eyes stared blankly at his mother, and he said "yes".

"Oh, you silly boy! By the way, old man, did you remember that I took you by car today? From tomorrow onwards, I have to go to and from school by myself."

"Oh, I remember." The old man choked on the food in his mouth.

"In the future, you should also pay attention to eating in the cafeteria. Don't just eat without food."

"Hmm." He listened impatiently to his mother's nagging.

In the sweltering corridors of summer nights, even with the lights on, it seemed a bit dim.

The old man trotted to the top floor, looked at the left and right two and scratched his head, "I forgot to ask which one it is... Only this one has the light on, so let's go to this one."

He walked over and knocked on the door. Ziwang's mother opened the door and saw that it was an old man. She smiled and squatted down: "It's you, old man? What's the matter?"

"I'm here to play with Ziwang!"

"Oh! Come in quickly!" After closing the door, he turned around and shouted, "Come out quickly! The old man is here to play with you!"

"Oh." He came out from the innermost room, wearing a full set of blue plaid pajamas, without the big daytime mask on his face, "Are you really here?"

"Didn't we agree? What are you doing?"

"draw."

"What are you painting?"

"plaster."

"Stone, plaster?" The old man looked at him with a puzzled expression.

The woman who was taking fruit from the refrigerator smiled, "Ziwang, let's play with the old man in the room, and show him the plaster body you painted. However, the old man can't fight with Ziwang, Ziwang is not in good health. "

"Got it. Come on."

The two of them entered Ziwang's room.This room doesn't look like a child's, it's very neat and clean, and there are no extra toys piled up in a mess on the floor, and a row of white plaster bodies of various shapes are placed on the short table, making it look more pale and serious.

"Wow" was interrupted by Zi Wang's voice when the old man was surprised how the room looked like this

"This is plaster."

"Draw, draw this?" Hey, isn't it just a square, a triangle or something, I can draw it very well if you give me a ruler.

"Yeah, that's it." Ziwang turned the drawing board in the other direction and raised it up to face him.

"Wow, it should be painted like this, like a photo without color!"

"It's not that exaggerated..." Ziwang blushed slightly after being praised, sat down and picked up a pen to draw a few more strokes.

"Then you," the old man ran over excitedly, "then you draw me! Draw it like a photo!"

"How is it possible?" Ziwang opened his eyes wide, "I'm just learning. At least I have to finish primary school to draw people..."

"Oh...that's okay, I'll wait for you!"