That curled silhouette

That curled silhouette

——The journey of a wanderer

She lived for a long time, for a long time, and for a long time, she did not know that it was the first few years. She took the cold risotto in the garbage bin and curled up alone. In the cold wind, she trembled.

Listening to the increasingly heavy firecrackers, and the weather that is getting warmer, the Spring Festival is coming soon. She, relieved - and finally passed through a winter of a bone - she spent a long time in this small, unknown town in the south, long time - just because the winter here is not so cold. She always sits on a step - sometimes it will be left with leftovers on this step, at seven o'clock in the evening, she remembers this time. There is a kindergarten opposite the steps. Every morning, she will come here, look at them, think about her children, smear tears, and then be taken away by angry teachers.

Perhaps it was because her hair had not been sorted out for a long time, and it was messed up in disarray. The black nails and the broken clothes made the teacher dislike, but she still insisted on seeing the children every day, sometimes the children pointed at her, she also Very happy to laugh, just laugh. Forgot the hungry hunger, and the already numb heart.

No one likes her - her sly clothes and dirty figure are moving through the road, carefully dodging, bypassing everyone - please let her, she just wants to eat a meal - perhaps only This was a meal - there was someone in the restaurant, for whatever reason, as long as there was something in the garbage bin to eat - the air was filled with sweet wine, and she swallowed.

Carefully hide in the shadows of the corners, block your ears from listening to the laughter of the room, and wait for the long banquet to end. She waited for a long time, thinking about taking the food away, bringing the little girl in a humble cottage to the side of the stairs - the little girl and grandma live together, she sneaked at the girl's house -

The girl crouched at the squeaky wooden table and focused on what was written. There were also a few cold dishes on the table. Later, the girl’s grandmother came back and looked at her suspiciously, and then she closed the door. What did she say to the girl - she didn't care - she later knew in the neighbor's shackles that the little girl's father and mother went to work in the field, and it was rare to come back once a year - as if they saw their son in vagueness. Waiting for her at home, but she can no longer go back.

A burst of firecrackers screamed at her, smeared tears and touched the stinky garbage bin...

The third day: Zhang Xiaolu