Two and a half-old boys, one holding a coat that had been taken off the middle-aged man in his hand, putting it on his body, and the other holding half a section of bread, stuffing it into his mouth, leaving with some happiness.

Curled up, his hands pressing against his stomach were already weak. The middle-aged man turned around and raised his head on the ground.

Looking at the old building when I came out, the sweat on my forehead had gradually disappeared, and my face became pale.

The eyes became more and more turbid, and my eyes looked up at the building, with some hope and apologies.

Finally, the middle-aged man curled up, supported himself with his elbows, climbed two more steps in the direction he came out, and his whole body fell to the ground again, his head still looked to the side, his eyes were shining, and the sweat was fixed on his forehead, which had not slipped down for a long time.

The middle-aged man lost his life and his body was covered with mud and dust on the ground.

"It seems that he is not a degenerate person."

Next to Chen Lun, Shu Rou looked at the middle-aged man who had lost movement on the ground and said something.

The eyes fell in front of him, and the middle-aged man who fell to the ground naturally came into Chen Lun's eyes.

Then he turned his eyes naturally and looked in the direction the middle-aged man finally looked at.

Chen Lun was beside him, Shu Rou and Rao Chang also turned his head one after another.

The middle-aged man looked at the old building when he came out.

You can see a family's window opening, and beside the window, a little short and thin figure seemed to be looking at this side.

The house with the windows open is the home of the middle-aged man and the little girl.

Chen Lun's eyes calmed down and fell on the short and thin figure beside the window upstairs.

Rao Chang and Shu Rou also watched.

At this time, behind the three of them.

Some people on the roadside noticed the middle-aged man lying on the ground, looked around and touched the middle-aged man, looking for valuable objects on the middle-aged man.

“…This shoe is mine!”

The voice of one woman sounded, followed by the voice of another woman.

"It's mine. I lent him to dress before, but now I have to return it to me!"

The dispute sounded next to the middle-aged man's huddle.

His eyes fell on the upstairs, and Chen Lun was calm, as if he could not hear any sounds behind him.

Rao Chang and Shu Rou did not turn their heads either, one muttered and the other was thinking.

And at this moment.

The scene around the three people changed again,

The verbal voice faded away, and the four sides fell into silence again.

The road behind me disappeared.

Chen Lun and the other two returned to the living room of the little girl's house.

Standing in the middle of the living room, the little girl was seen.

The little girl stepped on a short stool and stood by the window in the living room, facing out the window.

With the height of the stool, it was just half a head higher than the window, and I was still holding a wet towel on my forehead.

Through the window, you can see the path her father has to walk on when he goes out to work every day.

At this moment, the little girl looked out the window. On the road, the figure that had lost movement and other figures surrounding the figure were reflected in the little girl's eyes.

Just staring blankly, the little girl stood on the stool, without moving or making a sound.

The back was turned to Chen Lun and the other two.

His eyes fell on the little girl by the window, and Chen Lun's eyes were calm and he didn't make a sound.

Rao Chang and Shu Rou were both thinking, and the other looked at each other, but they didn't say anything.

The room became quieter.

"Dong..."

After a long time, the little girl walked down from the low stool she was stepping on, covering the wet towel on her forehead.

The short stool was trampled, raised its feet, and fell down again, making some noises in the quiet room.

The little girl covered the wet towel on her forehead with one hand, lowered her body, and used her other hand, a little serious, carefully, and put the stool back up little by little.

I used my hand to wipe the dust on the stool carefully.

Immediately afterwards, the little girl stopped moving all over again.

Her hands were still covering the wet towel on her forehead, and the little girl leaned against the stool by the window, squatted down and curled up.

He didn't cry or make a sound, but just curled up, thin and short figure was drowned in the darkness in front of the wall.

...

It took another long time, and the little girl got up from the ground again, still holding the wet towel in her hand.

He lowered his head and carefully patted the dust on his body, and cleaned the dust on his body.

Then I walked to the place where the bucket was placed in the living room, dragged the previous basin to the side of the bucket, and filled some water into the basin.

Put the wet veil on your forehead into a basin, soak it again, and twist it away with some water.

He then covered the wet towel on his forehead, but the little girl was less powerful and still couldn't wring the wet towel off.

The wet towel applied to the forehead was covered, and then along the face, some water flowed on the little girl's slightly red face.

The little girl covered the towel with one hand and repeatedly wiped the water flowing from her face with the other hand, while walking into the bedroom.

The eyes were calm and fell on the little girl,

Chen Lun moved forward,

Rao Chang and Shu Rou naturally followed.

Chen Lun and the other two walked into the room behind the little girl.

The little girl walked into the bedroom room.

Covering the wet towel on your forehead, walked to the bed,

He took off his big slippers on his feet, lowered his head, stretched out his other hand, and carefully straightened his slippers.

Back to bed.

Lying flat in the original position, pulling over the quilt.

He lowered his head and carefully made the quilt look the same.

Lying flat, closing eyes.

"...Dad will come back after work in the evening."

"You can't open the door for others... wait for your father to come back..."

"When my dad comes back, I will bring me some delicious food...what will it be?"

The little girl closed her eyes, covered her quilt, and lay flat on the bed.

His mouth moved slightly, and he said something repeatedly.

This was her father's advice to her when she was, and she remembered it all.

But the wet towel couldn't wring the water out, and it was still flowing around the little girl's face.

The little girl's body hidden in the quilt could not stop trembling.

“…As before, I waited for my dad to come back at home…”

"...When I wake up and it gets dark, my dad will come back..."

The faint sound of words sounded in the quiet room.

Chen Lun's eyes were calm, standing at the end of the bedroom, his eyes fell in front of him,

The figure of the little girl lying on the bed was reflected in Chen Lun's eyes.

Chen Lun didn't say anything, Rao Chang and Shu Rou didn't say anything.

“…waiting for dad to come back at home…”

"Waiting at home for dad to come back..."

Amid the faint sounds of the little girl repeatedly,

Some light that penetrated into the house quickly changed, as if it was evening and time had changed.

Still in this bedroom house.

But the bedroom and room were connected, and it became more and more dim.

The little girl is still lying on the bed, where she is,

Just as I said repeatedly, the wet towel on my forehead was already dry and no longer water was flowing down.
To be continued...