With the close down, such as after burning ashes were spread God, depressed, dense, dark, difficult breathing, thinking. The forgotten children run up in the dark night. As Epiphyllum open at midnight, rich aroma, is as if to touch, touch of color.
The child tears open fall in the middle of the night, at the foot of the road began to blur, rugged, suspended floating. The night will all color package, collection, beautiful still exists, even the sounds were clear, just can not see, can not hear. The surrounding background does not stop change, the only constant is diffuse in the air of despair, grief. Static only heard, the sound of air flow. The world's side is inclined, time in the water turbulent flow.
Not long after, the child finally stopped, he began to Dakoutaikou panting, chest and downs, he put his hand on his heart, think to say goodbye to the world in the next second. Sweat from the forehead dripping, one point one point slide on the ground, in a flash a moment of light, and the decline in the night.
Suddenly, a warm embrace from behind the parcel to. The children can feel the back came true, from the outer temperature.
"Children, so deep, so cool night, how can a person here?" The voice behind him, warm and firm.
The children couldn't help looking back, can not see the appearance in the night, only knew that she is no longer young.
"I am forgotten children, in this world. Through endless time, but no place." The child could not get the sad again, covering his little heart like water, can not help but cry like rain.
Wipe the tears of children with hands gently the old man, the child can feel the old man palm lines, through her hands, memory time came, time is close, close to the very heart of the two in the dark night. Like what all can close never separated.
"Come with me, my home is in the front, we can do each other's family, in my few years. Let I this old woman to take care of you, like to take care of my courtyard in the light of the stars. Even if is doomed to separation, can also be mixed without fear."
The child looked up, tears in the eyes and the remnants of. But smile through tears. He told himself, from this day, no one in the running in the middle of the night the children alone. Aggregation see discrete light began to see with the naked eye.
The child in the old man's bed, lie down comfortably, with the house lit kerosene lamp, he saw the old man the kindly face of ease, wrinkles obvious, like tree rings. I don't like the elderly should be turbid, her eyes clean and bright. The equipment is simple, but the wood window outlined rose in the. Gentle, is probably the most suitable words, whether it is to describe the person or thing. The wall reflection, with a little warm fire, arbitrary sway, dance allure.
Children snug close your eyes, the first to feel the world beautiful spring.
The second day, the morning breeze from the window, the gap in blowing, sun Qing and xu. The sky clarity as thousands of miles without dust, this is a song, sing the time wasted. The child from the bed and turned down, feet touched the floor, feel infinite joy.