At that moment, the moon came out.

I am not very useless.

Night, still. The black hole of the sky without the moon, like an invisible black cloth tightly covering the desolate and silent land. "I am not very useless." Mumming repeated, I could not find another sentence to describe myself. The feet are numb and walk forward. I don't want to go back, look at the lonely night, slowly kneel down, don't go back, don't go back.

"Shasha-Shasha-" The voice is getting closer and closer. Where do I look: the man is about thirty years old, and seems to be aunt in the community. I saw her long hair, and a few hairs fell. Carrying it, holding the broom and swinging. She didn't seem to expect someone to block her way, and it looked at me. Her appearance is also clearly seen. The gullies on the forehead have a pair of small eyes. The big nose occupies one-fifth of the entire face, and the thick lips below are slightly cracked. I think that even in magical magic, she can no longer be turned into a fairy, and in her not far away, the dirty garbage truck parked there, always feeling the mosquitoes hovering over and dancing. I frowned.

A rough big hand came to me, I looked at her, her mouth slightly raised, giving a smile like a smile. But in that small eyes, I felt warm and unconsciously falling. My ghost puts my hand on her palm, and I am pulling it up.

"Why don't you go home?"

"I don't dare to go back. I have a bad test." In the tone of the harmony, I couldn't help but tell her the thoughts in my heart. "I, I am not very useless, they all tested very well."

"Stupid, don't you dare to go home? Parents are not for your achievements, they just hope that you will live better in the future. I have no culture, but I am a mother, you are not going home so late, will Let them worry."

I stared at her, and in her eyes I saw the radiance of maternal love, so crystal, so shiny, even the sun would be dull in front of it. In that eyes, I feel embarrassed, feel uncomfortable, feel that I am so humble.

Watching her dragging the garbage truck forward, I quickly ran to the house and shouted "Mom!"

At that moment, the moon came out.

——Pears original

Second day: smoke