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I can't remember the appearance of that woman, I only know that she is very beautiful and gentle, she would touch my head and say "Your name is Buduoyun." Later, I never saw her again, as time passed The fat aunt is also gone.For a period of time, I ate everything I could eat at home, and after a while I was so hungry that I fainted, and I was often so cold that I rolled up the quilt to wrap myself.Later, I gradually got used to it, relying on instinct to find something to fill my stomach.

I often wander around the major restaurants, and I can also pick up the bottle and buy it to satisfy my hunger.I don’t know what it’s like to live like this, maybe it’s not good, because the eyes of some passers-by don’t make me feel so comfortable, but I think it’s good to be full, and even secretly glad that I can no longer be hungry.

One day, when I was dragging the bottle I picked up back to where I lived, I saw an old man sitting under a tree and smashing something.I went over to take a look curiously, he looked familiar, he was the neighbor downstairs.

"Interested?" The old man glanced at me and put the round wood on a wooden board with a grid.

I nodded, proving that I was still interested.He asked me to sit across from him and take the pào to the place he said. He has a weird temper and often gets angry and curses at others, but I won't get angry because it's rare for someone to play with me like this.In this way, whenever I was at dusk or resting, he would always teach me how to play chess. His knowledge was profound, and he would occasionally teach me some words.He never asked my name, and I never called him, except when he scolded me for playing chess in silence.

Maybe three or four summers have passed like this with him. When I went under the tree with great interest again, I saw a chessboard that was set up yesterday, and the old man disappeared.I gave up waiting after waiting for a few days. Later, I heard some aunts say that the old man died. When he died, his son licked his face and smashed the old man's piggy bank, and took away all the old man's things... except this chessboard.

I vaguely knew what death meant, but I didn't feel too sad, because the old man was drunk not long ago, and the only time he called me "Girl, remember, you are not redundant! I may not live long , I’ve lived my entire life as a coward, and I don’t even have the courage to die. If one day we stop playing chess under this tree, remember! From now on, when you face any enemy, you will regard the other party as me and you When playing chess, you must win. You can't lose! You can't lose..."

Not redundant, Buduoyun.I still understood the meaning of the name in the days to come.

Later, apart from being busy with life, I played chess alone, even though the chess pieces were worn out and I couldn't read clearly.I regard playing chess as a comfortable thing that I can do in my spare time, because it is not tiring and seems very interesting. Sometimes I can also think of the old man who seemed to be leaning against the tree and crying when he was drunk...

How many years have passed?I seem to be unable to meet my own needs in life, even if I often go to hand out leaflets and pick up bottles.Sometimes I am lucky enough to hide in a huge doll with a pitiful salary, and I only need to stand for a day, but they often tell me that I must say that I am 18 years old (I can’t remember how old I am), and I am also at a loss nod.I am the happiest doing this job. Compared with picking up waste and begging, such manual labor, I can do it, and I am willing to do it.

But one day, I met a girl, when she smiled... like the light of the sun.I have seen a lot in the doll, nothing unusual, but when I saw her whispering to the beggars, and her seriousness and gentleness when guiding others, my heart beat a bit, but I still closed my eyes in the doll , shaking this clumsy and cute body.

At dusk, when I dragged my tired body and sat on the side of this park with this big doll, I suddenly felt tired.Some of me want to laugh, and some want to cry. I don't understand what this feeling is for.

"Saw you again, bear!"

She patted my head suddenly, the sudden vibration startled me, but I didn't make a sound.I just quietly looked at the girl outside.

"Tired? Survival is not easy."

Is this what she said to me?Her profile is beautiful, probably the most beautiful I have ever seen.She just sat next to me and looked at the sky, and I followed her to look at the sky. The sky at twilight always has a sad feeling. Every time I look at twilight, my mood is like knowing that the old man died...

"It's hot, you can take off the hood."

She spoke softly to me.I just shook my head slightly inside the doll.I don't know why, but I don't want her to see my face!That feeling is very similar to what I feel when I face the darkness alone. Should that feeling be called fear?Or be afraid!

"Is it hard?"

She's just looking at the sky, I'm not sure she's talking to me.If you are asking me, what should I answer?I never feel lucky?Or have I lived like this for a long time?Or... what is hard work?

I just repeat one thing every day.For me, a week they said is just one seven days after another, and I can survive without any surprises. A month is almost 30 days, and a year is 360 five days.But I can hardly remember my name, and I don't even know my age.Maybe I am used to this kind of life, and I don't think there is any problem, so how should I express my position to her?

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