Frozen swallow
I am a small transparent raincoat. I put on a plastic doll and put it in a transparent glass window.
One day at noon, I opened my eyes and found a little girl with pigtails and a sky-blue floral skirt sticking her face to the glass window, cocked her head and looked at me seriously. Her small round face was squashed on the glass, and her big eyes sparkled.
"Mom." She turned to the woman who looked at China and shouted, "I want this small raincoat." She pointed at me with a funny face. "There is a ball next to you. Don't you especially like cherry maruko? " Mother squatted down and asked softly. "But I like this. There are father, mother and a doll on it. " The little girl raised her head, shook her mother's arm and pouted. Mom smiled and went to the cashier to pay the money. She followed closely and skipped around.
This girl is my only little master, little darling.
I spent my first night at my little baby's house. It was her sixth birthday. It is late at night. The stars blinked wittily, the window was open, the curtain was blown by the wind, and the wind made noises in the window. Lying on the table, staring at the tempting cake, I ran to the balcony from time to time and looked out through the small glass. "Little darling, don't wait for dad, will mom give you a birthday?" The mother loves her daughter very much. Little darling looked at her mother very grievance, shook her head gently, and her eyes were full of longing: "Mom, let's wait for dad together. He said he would buy me a big Pikachu and blow out candles with me. He promised me. " Mother adjusted the little darling's collar, patted her little head, her eyes were sparkling, and something was shining inside. After waiting for a while, she still sat with her tired eyes open.
The little darling fell asleep while waiting, with a lot of birthday candles in his hand. Mother gently carried her to the crib, and I sat limply in the chair and looked at her quietly. I don't know how long it took before my father came back. There was a slight quarrel in the door, with the words "separation" and "divorce" vaguely. I don't quite understand, but I expect something. I suddenly understand why my little darling's birthday father didn't come back to accompany her, understand the sadness in my mother's eyes, and understand why this seemingly warm home is filled with a cold and cheerless atmosphere. Cute, poor child.
The next day, the little darling was sent to grandma's house by her mother. It rained in Mao Mao that day. Little darling put me on her body, dressed in delicate little leather shoes, jumping like a deer on the small beach in grandma's yard, splashing crystal beads. She looked up and let the rain drop on her face and giggled.
Mom is leaving, pulling her skirt and looking at her piteously: "Mom, when will you pick me up?" "Lovely, little darling, don't cry. Mom and dad will come to see you at any time and pick you up at the weekend. Listen to your grandparents, don't be naughty! " Little darling nodded his head very hard, and his flat mouth wanted to cry, but he tried his best to endure it. His little nose was wrinkled, he stared at his toes with his eyelids and nodded gently.
Children are children after all, and parting is only a short-term sadness. After a while, they forgot all their troubles and were happy again. They run around the yard, tread water everywhere, jump around like a happy little mouse, walk through a new city and enjoy a little adventure and novelty. I clung to her body to protect her young body from the rain. My little darling is a child that makes me feel bad.
At night, the little darling lay in grandma's arms and listened to grandma's story, and suddenly cried. Grandma was so anxious that she didn't say anything when asked. I know she misses her mother, the sweet kiss she gave her before going to bed, and her mother's gentle "good night, baby". The little darling was held in her arms by her grandmother, her mouth closed and she said nothing. She closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep, and tears dripped down the corner of her eyes on the small pillow. ...
Every evening comes, the little darling will hold me on the threshold and look at the distance for a while. His fingers gently scratched the small iron ring on the door and pouted and told me, "Little raincoat, I miss my parents. Small raincoat, why haven't they come to pick me up? Little raincoat, can you tell them that I miss them? " Small raincoat ...
Sitting for a long time, grandma didn't shout until it was dark. Little darling stood up slowly and sat for so long that she looked like a stupid little penguin. The little darling chewed her favorite corn cooked in Huang Cancan in the doting eyes of her grandparents, and bit by bit, tears flowed into the corn, which was swallowed by her bite by bite, and her mouth was full of corn grains. She held out the pink small tongue and timidly licked it back. Grandma secretly wiped her tears, and grandpa sighed gently.
There are many green vines in the yard, which have covered the walls and become a paradise for little darling. In my spare time, my grandparents are in the yard, telling stories to the little darling. The crimson sunset is all over the sky, and the little darling is listening with wide eyes. When I am busy, I sing to my grandparents under the green vine. "The fog came and the doll cried. I miss my parents and want to go home. The fog is coming, it's getting dark, and the stars are panicked and have no direction. Hey, hey, hey, who can give me strength? The road is long, and so is love. Take me home. " Young children's voices spread among the branches and leaves, and the pigtails swung rhythmically, like a flying butterfly.
The weekend came, and the little darling got up early in the morning and put on the most beautiful clothes. She pulled her grandmother to the mirror and covered her head with pigtails. She looked up at her, her eyes shining with joy, and told her cheerfully where her mother would take her to play today. Grandma smiled kindly at the little dream, and the wrinkles stretched out. After breakfast, I called my mother and said loudly, "Mom, I'm ready. Come and pick me up! " "He said, sticking out his tongue and squeezing his eyes to wipe his face for his grandparents. I don't know what my mother said on the other end of the phone I just think the little darling's expression suddenly becomes very strange. The smile on her face instantly solidified, and the big tears rolled out of her eyes, frowning, her mouth flat and crying sadly.
Mom, don't you want me?
Mom, the little darling wants to go home.
Mom, the little darling will be obedient.
Mom, be a good girl and stop crying.
Mom, no, no, no, don't go home.
Little darling's little body shrank into a ball and tears flowed like a stream. She bit her lip and fell silent. She hung up the phone in disappointment. Grandma picked her up, and she buried her head in her arms and sobbed like a puppy.
The little darling sat down in front of the mirror, kicked off his new shoes and began to untie his pigtails bit by bit. I have never seen a child with such a sad expression. His little face covered with tears clearly appeared on the glass. She just looked in the mirror and touched it with her chubby little hand: "Little darling is not good, little darling is not beautiful, mom, don't be little darling …" The crystal tears spread on her face and fell like broken glass in the mirror. The mirror, like surging water, overflowed bit by bit, trying to drown this tearful face.
The rising sun shone in through the brown windowsill, the warm light shone on the mirror, and the golden light filled the little heart. I watched her move slowly, walked to the stone bench in the yard, curled up and sat down, climbed on the cold stone table, looked up and sang to her, "Fog is coming, fog is coming."
From that day on, the little darling began to sip his mouth and not talk. When she was bored, she spread me out on the slate table and lay prone to draw pictures. She drew three cartoon dolls on me, carefully drawing one by one, the sky as crystal clear as jelly, the bright sun, the clouds like cotton candy, balloons floating all over the sky, the smiling faces of three people on the screen, colorful clothes and tight hands. ...
One night, the telephone rang in a hurry, and grandma took small steps to answer it happily.
"My parents divorced today." Grandma suddenly changed her face and whispered, "I knew it long ago."
There is no noise for a long time. After a long time, I secretly said, "They had an accident on their way back to pick up the little darling, and they hit a big truck and died on the spot." Grandma is pale and her lips are trembling. The microphone slipped from her hand and fell on the wooden floor, making a dull sound.
I was shocked and waited for a while to look at the little darling. Nannan is a child, really just a lovely and simple child like a doll.
She is stuffing her little body into the beautiful clothes left at home by her new aunt. When she poked her head out of the lacy sky blue dress, she giggled in front of the mirror, put menstruation's white shawl on her body, spread her arms sparkly, and imagined herself as a little fairy waving her wings.
She turned her head and asked, "Grandma, am I beautiful?" "Grandma, why are you crying?" "Grandma is not good, so I still shed tears." "Grandma eyes drill sand? I will blow it for you. " Little darling tugged at his long skirt and limped to grandma's side, reaching out his little hand to wipe away the tears on his face. "Grandma, be as good as a little darling, don't cry and don't miss your mother!" Said, giggling, laughing like a flapping bird.
Summer, children's faces. The sunny sky suddenly darkened and dark clouds rolled. Then the bean-sized raindrops came crashing down, screaming happily, grabbed me and ran back to the bedroom, put on menstruation's big skirt, and went straight to the yard, looking up at the sky. Red rain boots are hard to step on in the puddle, and transparent raindrops splash high and small.
I was wrapped in my body by a little darling and let the rain splash on my body, which made me feel distressed. Sticking tightly to the little darling, I feel a lot of warm breath stabbing into my body and wandering in my body. My little darling is still spinning around, smiling the most brightly, singing: "It's raining ..."
Grandma came slowly in the rain, picked up the little darling and buried her head in her chest. Grandma's tears fell on me bit by bit with the rain, and little darling reached out and wiped them off for her: "Grandma, did you drill sand into your eyes again?"
Tick tock, tick tock, it's raining. ...
2. It's raining
Pedestrians in the street hurried by with umbrellas.
It's rainy season again.
Do you remember the scene when you confronted your opponent in the rain?
In order to protect myself, I am willing to get hurt.
For revenge, regardless of pain
Give up your life for dignity.
Do you know how painful I am?
Do you know how depressed I am?
Do you know how much I wish I could help you?
only
You at that time
Know nothing.
I don't want to know anything
You can't know anything.
All you know is that you are angry.
Only by defeating the opponent
Only kill your opponent.
Only let the opponent disappear.
Make you feel comfortable.
To make you feel at ease
Make you feel atoned for.
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I looked at you then.
I just want you to
Live a good life
Live happily
Live carefree.
Still that.
mild
foolish
I don't know what fear is.
in fact
I see
You are not who you used to be.
You already know how to protect yourself.
You don't need me anymore.
Now I only belong to you.
Protected object
Extra burden
flat
The culprit who changed your world
Is the source of all disasters.
Is the devil who destroys the world.
I can only keep thinking about these thoughts.
afeared
struggle
Regret.
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The rain stopped.
Pedestrians in the street are still rushing by.
It's just that the umbrella is missing.
Lucia
Hmm! This is just a simple phone call.
I see. /I see.
the original
All this is self-exclusion.
All this is self-pity.
All this is self-torture.
Thank you, Ichigo.
Thank you for being alive.
Thank you for protecting me again.
Heart, now our hearts are very close,
Close, close to each other's heartbeat,
You can even hear breathing.
Next time,
We can still get our hearts close, close …
The weather outside the window is like your changeable expression.
It's raining, and the rain cries with me. I can't see clearly, and I don't want to see clearly.
Leaving you, I quietly pulled away from the plot I could not bear to reveal.
My tears flowed in my heart, and I learned to give up.
Listening to the rain is very clear.
Your breath seeps into my love like raindrops.
I hope it will keep raining.
Let miss continue to make love transparent.
I fell in love with Rainie Love, and he gave me courage.
A few tears accumulated outside the window.
The humidity in the room is like storing the memory of loving you.
I hope it will keep raining.
The secret of love can last forever.
I believe I will see the beauty of the rainbow.
The cold air is suffocating and I can't breathe.
The distance of 10 thousand raindrops completely makes love disappear
Leaving you, I quietly pulled away from the plot I could not bear to reveal.
My tears flowed in my heart, and I learned to give up.
Listening to the rain is very clear.
Your breath seeps into my love like raindrops.
I hope it will keep raining.
Let miss continue to make love transparent.
I fell in love with Rainie Love, and he gave me courage.
A few tears accumulated outside the window.
The humidity in the room is like storing the memory of loving you.
I hope it will keep raining.
The secret of love can last forever.
I believe I will see the beauty of the rainbow.
The humidity in the room is like storing the memory of loving you.
I hope it will keep raining.
The secret of love can last forever.
I believe I will see the beauty of the rainbow.
4. It's raining
It is raining.
It's been a long time since I saw Piaomang.
I haven't heard the rain for a long time.
It is raining harder and harder.
The stronger the feeling of missing.
Whenever it rains,
Always like a window that stands by.
A person quietly.
Listen and think.
Smoking a cigarette and listening to the rain outside the window.
My thoughts are scattered.
Dream clearly
sometimes
A man with a flash in his head
I just miss you deeply and care about you.
This time
But three people flashed at the same time.
Not a boy, but a girl.
first
Habitual flash
I love and care about the people most in my life.
Habitual fantasy
Her smile.
second
Want to forget but can't forget.
Want to use time to dilute all memories
but
Time cannot dilute everything you want to forget.
Thinking about her kindness
Worried about everything about her
-Elder sister, are you all right?
third
slander
People who can't feel it
Maybe it was her. Maybe it was her.
I always feel that she is far away from me.
I always feel that fate is playing tricks on us.
I always feel like I can't feel anything.
Maybe only the rain knows
When the rain stopped.
All my thoughts follow the steam.
concentrated ...
Don't mind yourself.
Taste the night sky after the rain
Interpretation of the calm after lightning and thunder
This feeling
Love it.
I really want someone to accompany me.
Snuggle up in sb's arms
Enjoy together ...
People who accompany me
So far away from me
Can't find the direction
To look for ...
It is raining ~ ~ ~
Miss your lover.
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