run kid

A small figure carrying a schoolbag sat on a bench in the garden downstairs of the community, with homework books on his lap, leaning over to write homework in the afterglow of the setting sun.

However, with the passage of time, the sunset finally disappeared into the sky.

The dim light made this little figure unable to read the words on the book clearly.

The surrounding upstairs people have turned on the lights, but the light from the upstairs people can't illuminate the homework on the legs of this little figure.

But even so, this little figure didn't leave, just wrapped up the slightly thin clothes on his body, and rubbed his trembling little hands because of the cold.

I don't know if it was 5 minutes or 10 minutes, maybe it was 10 minutes. The street lamp above the little figure's head turned on, casting soft light, just shining on the little figure, At the same time, it illuminates the unfinished homework on her lap.

"Zhaodi, I'm doing my homework outside again," a middle-aged woman passing by said in her mouth when she saw this small figure.

Hearing this, the little girl stopped the pen in her hand, raised her head and smiled at Aunt Zhang who lived in the same building, nodded slightly and did not speak.

Seeing Zhaodi's flushed little face from the cold, Aunt Zhang's eyes flashed with distress, and she couldn't help but secretly cursed Zhaodi's parents who value children over daughters.

"Zhaodi, let's go home with aunt to do homework, it's too cold outside," Aunt Zhang said distressedly.

"No, I'm almost finished, thank you, Aunt Zhang," the little girl said at this time, but because of the cold, her crisp voice trembled a little.

Aunt Zhang knew Xiao Zhaodi's character, she heard that she was no longer forcing her, she said softly, "Hurry up and go home when you're done, don't go out too late, you know."

Speaking of this, Aunt Zhang paused for a moment before continuing: "If, if your parents quarrel again, you can stay at Aunt's house."

"En!" Zhao Di's smile became brighter when she heard the words, and she nodded heavily.

Seeing the obedient and obedient Zhaodi, Aunt Zhang waved her hand, instead of repeating, she sighed softly, and her parents, who were slandering Zhaodi in her heart, left.

Looking at the back of Aunt Zhang leaving, Zhaodi's eyes flashed brightly, she turned her head to look at the empty space beside her and said softly: "Well, you don't need to say, I know, Aunt Zhang is a good person!"

"Well, yes, it would be great if my mother cared about me so much..." Saying that, the light in Zhaodi's eyes dimmed.

"Okay, I'm going to do my homework," Zhao Di stopped talking after saying this, but bent down to continue the homework that she was still close to.

There was no more sound around, only the rustling of Zhaodi's pen tip across the homework book.

After a while, Zhaodi stopped the pen in her hand, and finally finished all the homework. In the evening when late autumn was approaching winter, no one could be seen outside. Zhaodi rubbed her red nose from the cold , Put all the books into the school bag.

Carrying her schoolbag on her back, she walked through two buildings in the community. Zhaodi raised her head and saw the lighted window on the second floor. That was her home. Although Zhaodi was one of them, it was already past eight o'clock It was close to nine o'clock, but no one came to look for me.

In this family, Zhaodi felt that she was a redundant person. This feeling had been vaguely present since the moment Zhaodi was pushed out of the delivery room, and it broke out when her younger brother was born.

There is no reason, and there is also no excuse. If I have to say there is, it may be that I was not born as a leader.

The closer Zhaodi got to her door, the slower her steps could not help being.

However, home always has to go back, no matter how slowly Zhaodi walked, she still inevitably stood at the door of her own house.

He took out the key to open the door, and as soon as he opened the door, a burst of children's cries poured into Zhaodi's ears.

Putting the key on the cabinet at the door, Zhaodi ignored the mother who was coaxing her little brother in the living room, and walked to her room with her head down.

"Stop, why are you coming back so late again? Do you know what time it is? Go and put down your schoolbag and wash your brother's diapers in the bathroom before you are allowed to eat!" Zhaodi's mother Liu Hong held her two-year-old brother in her arms and said to Zhuo Zhaodi said loudly.

Zhaodi didn't speak when she heard the words, she continued to walk towards her room with her head lowered, even her eyes didn't change at all, she was already used to it.

Liu Hong held her son in her arms, looked at the back of her daughter who was ignorant of her, but cursed in her mouth: "You lose money who don't know how to work!"

Just when Liu Hong said these words, Zhaodi's figure paused without a trace, and then walked into the only space in the house that belonged to her as if she hadn't heard anything, a room separated from the corner of the living room. A bedroom of about five or six square meters.

The space surrounded by two boards and a curtain, upon entering is a bed, and a mirror is hung on the wall beside the bed, and there is a table next to the end of the bed, which is Zhaodi herself of space.

But the younger brother, who is only two years old, lives in the second bedroom, which is luxurious and several times larger than this one, even though he only needs a place the size of a desk to sleep in.

Zhaodi put down her schoolbag and walked to the bathroom. The big basin in the bathroom was soaking the diaper that her younger brother in name had peed today, filling the bathroom with the smell of a child's urine, which was not pleasant.

Zhaodi skillfully pulled out a small mat from the side, sat on it, stretched her little hands into the slightly cool water basin, and washed diapers one after another.

Waiting for Zhaodi to finish, she was the only one left in the house who was still awake. Even Zhaodi who was still in the bathroom could clearly hear her mother Liu Hong's snoring. As for Zhaodi's father, who had to work the night shift, he was not at home.

After finishing all this, Zhaodi came to the kitchen and filled her stomach with leftovers.

Returning to her room again, it was already eleven o'clock. Although it was very late, Zhao Di didn't feel sleepy when she heard the snoring that penetrated through a wooden door and a curtain.

Suddenly, a cry came from the second bedroom. I don’t know if it was because I was hungry or wet the diaper again. Zhaodi’s younger brother was crying, and Liu Hong, who gave all her mother’s love to her younger brother, At this time, the sound of snoring was still in the dark, and there was no sign of waking up.

Childish voices sounded in the small and stuffy space.

"Shouldn't I go?"

"It's not really his fault, is it?"

"You, you're right, but I'm still a little confused," Zhaodi said to herself while sitting on the bed and looking at herself in the mirror in the small room belonging to Zhaodi.

"Okay, the old rules, rock paper scissors, you can do what you want when you win," Zhao Di looked at herself in the mirror and put her right hand behind her back.

Zhaodi, inside and outside the mirror, kept his movements consistent, moved his lips lightly, and shouted softly: "Rock, scissors, and cloth", and then stretched out his hand in front of him.

The two small hands were expected to be stones.

"Rock, scissors, paper," scissors inside and outside the mirror.

"Rock, scissors, paper," are all scissors again.

"Rock, scissors, and paper," Zhao Di changed her choice this time, she got out of the cloth, looked up at the mirror, and saw scissors compared to her little hand in the mirror!

"You won, then, go to sleep!" Zhaodi's immature voice sounded faintly.