Three children

【One】

He always wears a black umbrella, standing in the rain, standing in the crowd of the current, the long bangs may also affect vision. The face without expression looks a bit cold and stubborn.

Reaching out, the rain is densely covered, some itching, and the feeling of clear and cool. Then I looked out and looked out through the rain curtain and the crowd: "Yeah, it really rains." But why is he alone with an umbrella?

He is a black child. But he likes light, tears like the moth to the point of fire, he loves the feeling of melting, there are clouds floating in the sky, floating in the air, is the sky blue background. There are red flowers in the green grass, is that the seed of dandelion? Or catkins? There are belights when the bees and butterflies fly, and there are three or three children who are laughing and playing. When they fall, they climb again. Everyone is close enough. The wind is warm and soft.

He loves it so much, and he is not afraid of sunning himself. Unfortunately, his world has always been raining. Therefore, he can only be like this, with a black umbrella, standing there with no help, the sparkling scorpion is very firm, and his determination is reflected in this somewhat resistive posture. Some lonely but waiting with hope.

He thought that he was a child with an umbrella.

【two】

He is a white child, he is afraid of the night, because at night he will turn white. There is no trace of cockroaches on the body, pure white. It’s so out of place with everything around. People say that he is a monster, because he is different from everyone, he is actually pure white.

No other child is willing to play with him. Oh, oh, what should I do? Everyone doesn't like him.

When a person is staying, touch the left hand with his right hand and say, are you bored? No one is playing with you? The right hand swayed slightly and answered in a dumb voice because you are a monster. He thought about it, it was not good, changed it, so the right hand re-answered silently, then let me play with you? The left hand nodded without hesitation. Little hand, touch your head, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, say it, you will definitely play with you. The tip of the nose begins to be sour.

The sorrow of the flood flooded the grass in the bottom of my heart. After that, there was only the loneliness under the moonlight. The earth did not know when it was washed away by the water. The grass roots were exposed naked, and when it was coldest, it became ice. A piece of white flowers. Strip. distortion. Entangled.

What can be done? He is afraid that he will scare others.

So in the evening, he squatted in a no-person's yard, using his little white hands, and diligently digging on the ground. The nails were quickly stuffed with mud and other dirty things. pain. Then he dug a well.

He held two palms covered with mud and blood and smiled slyly. He jumped in. Suddenly he looked up and he wanted to see where he jumped, hehe? But how can I not find it? What he can see is only the black sky above.

but it does not matter. He came out to play with everyone during the day, and he hid in the deep well at night. This is fine, how good. He does not want to scare others.

He thought that he was a well-drilled child.

【three】

The beating of the heart seems to be catering to what is getting more and more fast. Sitting in a difficult position. It is a feeling of flustered. It feels like a small mouth, it is in your heart, on top of your head, behind you, next to your ear, it is omnipresent, constantly reminding me of urging. No, it’s definitely something wrong, he thought.

He felt guilty and sad about the mistake. He wanted to apologize and make up, but he couldn't find out where he went wrong.

Not here, not here.

what should I do? He was crying in a hurry.

He reported to the police, looking for a father, looking for a mother, looking for a friend, looking for a classmate, and looking for a teacher. He has found a lot of people and spent a lot of effort. Everyone came to help him find it. But nothing was found. Some people advised him that there is nothing in it, that is, he thinks too much.

But he knows that this is not the case. It is not like this. It is really something that has changed. He must find it out, he wants to get it back to its original state.

Finally, he found a box, it was so big, so thick, and at first glance, it was certain that it was hidden secrets. Oh, I still found it. He thought happily, it was it.

He kept the box and kept it all the time. Until one day he suddenly found out that the box was empty and there was nothing inside.

He panicked again, the familiar feeling, the little mouth, and it was back. He is so sad that he has never really found it. Wait, how does he know that the box is empty? After working hard for so long, what is he looking for?

When he is finished, he seems to remember all of them. He can only start looking for another problem for these problems.

He thought that he was a child looking for something.

【four】

Then one day, the black child hit his black umbrella and met the white children in the well. They looked at each other with surprise. The eyes became brighter and bit by bit, just like the dawn.

Yeah? How are you like me?

It is a happy voice.

The black child’s eyebrows bent, and he felt that he had finally waited, and no one was standing in the crowd’s countercurrent with an umbrella. The white child also smiles, he does not need to worry about people saying that he is a monster, he does not need to fear that he will scare others.

It's like a mirror, the fingertips touch the hard mirror, the two palms are attached, although it's still cool, but look! The people in the mirror are like me! How can it be different? How can it be different?

Not far away, standing with the child looking for something, he looked at the black child and the white child alone, twisting his fingers awkwardly. He saw the sincere smile on their faces, and he suddenly found out that he had no color. He looked down and his skin was the same as everyone else.

But, why do I have no color? He thought so. He is so sad. So he began to look for his own color.

Second day: Zhang Jun