soul seeker

"Let's eat fruit." Ziwang's mother pushed the door open and brought the plate of fruit to the old man. "How about it? Is plaster fun?"

"Uh... I don't understand..."

"Hehe, is that so..." She closed the door and went out again after saying a few words.

"By the way, why didn't you see your father?" The old man sat next to him with a plate and took a bite of an apple.

Ziwang stopped writing, bowed his head in silence for a while, "My parents are divorced."

"Uh..." The old man realized that he had said the wrong thing, and immediately smiled and patted Zi Wang's back, "It's almost the same. My father is not divorced, but passed away. So don't make this expression!" He took A piece of apple was stuffed into Ziwang's mouth without any explanation, "Look at your expression, it looks like you're about to cry, and you're almost crying. You're not a girl, okay, keep on drawing!"

With an apple in his mouth, Ziwang looked at him in surprise. Why would he be sad? He is so strange.

Time passed slowly, and it was the season when the trees were dressed in late autumn colors.

Ziwang's mother walked into his room carrying warm milk, "Ziwang, mother has something to tell you."

She put down the milk, walked up to him and knelt down, holding his shoulders with both hands.

"Mom has found a job, and she is in the same unit as the elder mother, but mother will not be able to send you to and from school in the future, and you will be with the elder mother."

"Oh, I see." He nodded.

early morning.

The old man and his son watched the bus, "Sit here!" The old man pulled him all the way to the seat at the back of the bus.

"Why?" Zi Wang, who was wearing a mask, sounded muffled.

"You'll find out in a while."

Sure enough, after the bus stopped and walked a few times, it was already full of people.

"See, sitting in the back is easier to avoid being crowded, but there are so many people. Ziwang, what are you doing on weekends? Do you want to learn to bike with me?"

Ziwang shook his head, "I'm going to learn to draw. And my body...can't learn."

"Huh? Are you going for two days?"

"Well. Every afternoon, two hours."

"Hey! I thought I had to draw all day, so I'll learn it in the evening."

"No need, didn't I tell you, I can't learn it." Ziwang lowered his head.

"I didn't ask you to learn it. I want you to watch and talk with me." The old man leaned back in his chair and looked at Ziwang.

ten years old.

In the city in spring, there are all kinds of pollen and poplar flowers floating in the air.

The old man and Ziwang walked out of the corridor and walked slowly towards the station.

"Ah, I got up late." The old man lowered his head and took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun.

"I said you, you like to sleep in more and more." Ziwang followed.

"You can't blame me! How important it is to get out of bed in this weather! It takes half an hour to make a decision!"

"You..." Ziwang's voice sounded a bit strange, it was clear that he was walking very slowly, but his breath was heavy.

"What's your voice like? Are you tired?" After eating the last bun and throwing the bag into the trash can, the old man looked back and found that Ziwang was already squatting on the ground with his hands on his chest.

The old man was startled, and immediately ran over to open the bag on Ziwang's back, "Where's your medicine?!"

"At..." Ziwang struggled, grabbing his throat, "at...side, side..."

The old man immediately took out the medicine from the pouch on the side, took off the mask for him and sprayed some in his mouth.

The medicine took effect immediately when the throat touched it, and Ziwang's breathing gradually calmed down.

"Do you want to ask for leave?"