If I remember correctly, it was a beautiful night, with wind and moonlight that looked like silver spread on the ground, the faint scent of flowers coming from far away, and faint laughter in the lights.
I was walking alone, shaking the small bell that I prepared to give to my puppy. Ding-ding-dong, I walked in the cool night.
Just at the corner of the street, the moonlight shines through the dense branches of a big tree on the roadside, casting soft spots of light on the ground. You are under the tree, walking back and forth there.
I looked at you with some curiosity because you were so young, probably only 5 or 6 years old – how could such a young child be outside alone so late?
You saw me and smiled at me. You were not a particularly pretty child, but very cute, with a round face, big eyes, and a bright voice , but you looked very tired.
"Are you here alone?" I asked, looking around, "Where are your parents?" You shook your head: "No!"
You never stopped walking, walking around the thick trunk of the big tree, round and round, wiping your face with your hands from time to time, yawning constantly, and sometimes stamping your feet hard.
I stopped and looked for a long time, but still didn't understand what you were going to do.
"What are you doing?" I couldn't help but ask.
As you walked, you said tiredly, "This is how I will keep from falling asleep."
I looked at the sky. It was deep blue, the moon was big and round, and in the distance, very far away from us, the stars were shining, and farther than the stars was endless darkness.
It's already time to go to bed, especially for a child as young as you, you should have fallen asleep long ago.
"You should go home and sleep. Children shouldn't sleep too late." I patted your head and said. You shook your head, pouted, and said with a sad face: "But mom won't let me sleep."
ah?
I looked at you in surprise, not believing your words . You noticed my doubt, stopped walking, stood in front of me, frowned, and said seriously, "It's true." You yawned twice in a row. You were so sleepy that you could hardly open your eyelids. So you ran to the side of the road and pressed your eyes against the cold iron railings to keep yourself awake.
I am angry, not at you, but at your mother. How can there be such a mother in the world who doesn't allow her own child to sleep?
"Come on, take me to see your mother!" I said, holding your hand and asking you to lead the way. Your hand was small and soft, and was soaked in the cold of the night.
We walked a long way together – I didn't expect your home was so far away. You kept talking along the way. You said that the little rabbit at home never eats carrots. It turns out that those fairy tales are all lies. Rabbits actually only Eat green vegetables; You said your electric car battery was always low, so you stole the battery from your dad's razor, and as a result, your dad grew a long beard; You also said that you once put a bottle of water in your mom's perfume. Put a little jasmine petals in it, and your mother punished you to write three big words on it… You said a lot, mixed with yawns. I saw that you were struggling to walk, and wanted to carry you, but you refused. .
“I need to walk on my own so I don’t fall asleep,” you said.
Because of your naughty stories, although the journey was long, it was not tiring. It seemed as if I arrived at your doorstep very quickly.
Your home is on the third floor. Looking up from downstairs, there are some of your clothes hanging on the balcony, as well as a few pots of flowers. The curtains are a warm yellow. Because it is dark, although there is moonlight, I can still see I don't see those Mickey Mouse patterns you mentioned.
Your family members were obviously still awake, as lights could be seen through the curtains. They must be worried about you being a child alone outside – I looked at you reproachfully, and you stuck out your tongue and smiled.
We went up the dark stairs together and arrived at your door.
I knocked on the door, and your father appeared at the door. Before he could say anything, you had already slipped in quickly from under his feet. I didn't even have time to catch you.
Your father had a long beard, so dense that it covered his chin like weeds. He was wearing a wrinkled shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He looked tired and had bloodshot eyes, looking at me with doubt. Me: “Who are you?”
I smiled awkwardly, realizing that it was not polite to visit a stranger's house so late at night. But when I thought about you wandering outside alone just to avoid falling asleep, I plucked up my courage: I'm looking for your wife."
"Oh?" He nodded and let me in. As he led me forward, he said, "Are you her colleague? It's hard for you to come so late. Thank you."
I was a little confused by what I heard, so I walked into the house and looked around, trying to find where you were.
Your home is beautifully decorated. All the furniture has cartoon patterns on it. The wall is about one meter high, which is your drawing board. You have drawn many strange patterns on it with chalk. On the floor, you have scattered your things in a mess. various toys.
Your parents must love you very much, why would they not let you sleep? I began to suspect that you were lying to me.
Your father led me into a small bedroom, a children's bedroom. The light shone softly on the small bed, where a child was lying.