Song Song

When Lin Xiaosong was eight years old, he came to Beishi with his mother to visit relatives.

Lin's mother couldn't find the way out of the train station, so she took her son along and asked all the way. Lin Xiaosong was slow in development, looked only five or six years old, tired from walking, and sat with his mother on a chair at the bus platform to rest.

"Mom, go ahead and have a look, you wait here for me obediently."

Lin Xiaosong nodded, feeling very timid in his heart: "Then come back quickly."

Mother Lin didn't care about her son, she held a piece of paper with the address on it and inquired about everyone she met. Her back became farther and farther away until she turned a corner and disappeared from Lin Xiaosong's sight.

At noon in May, it was still hot in Beishi. Lin Xiaosong took off his coat and hugged it in his arms. On the opposite road, a middle-aged man and woman who looked like husband and wife walked up. After standing for a while, the woman lowered her head and asked Lin Xiaosong: "Kid, why are you sitting here alone?"

Lin Xiaosong raised his eyes, full of innocence and timidity that had never seen the world: "I'm waiting for my mother."

The woman winked at the man beside her, and the two of them immediately exchanged friendly smiles. The woman said, "I know where your mother is, come with us."

"Where is she?"

The man raised his neck and pointed at a supermarket in front of him casually, and said, "I will buy things for you in that supermarket, she asked us to pick you up."

Lin Xiaosong believed it, stood up from the chair, packed his schoolbag and planned to go with them.

A middle school student in school uniform came over suddenly, passed the middle-aged couple, and asked Lin Xiaosong directly, "Do you know them?"

Lin Xiaosong held the two straps of the schoolbag tightly, stared at the boy in front of him for a while, "They took me to find my mother."

The woman breathed a sigh of relief, smiling like a tiger, "Yes, I know the child's mother."

The boy threw the empty water bottle in his hand into the trash can beside him, probably because he was too hot, and rolled down the sleeve of his school uniform on the right. The woman thought he was going to hit someone, and subconsciously shrank back with a sneaky look.

The boy understood, and flirted with the woman unobtrusively: "Then tell me, what's your mother's name?"

Another boy ran over from behind, holding two glasses of iced Coke in his hand, sipped one of them, and said casually: "Chu Yi, I just saw the female monitor of the class next door, the one who gave you the love letter."

The woman couldn't answer, rolled her eyes, and pulled Lin Xiaosong's arm towards her, "Come on, let's go find your mother."

Chu Yi rolled up the sleeve of his school uniform on the left. The movement was not large, but he seemed to be deliberately causing trouble. "The police station is in front. If you don't want to cause trouble, let this kid go."

Lin Xiaosong thought that the woman was hurting his wrist, so he twisted it a few times, broke free, and ran behind Chu Yi to cuddle.

The fellow boy saw something tricky, and lowered his voice: "These two are human traffickers?"

The woman reacted fiercely: "Keep your mouth clean, who is a human trafficker!"

The fellow boys were even more intense: "Hold your mother, I'm talking about you!"

The man sensed that the two boys in front of him were not friendly, so he dragged his wife away in an embarrassing manner.

Lin Xiaosong walked around from behind Chu Yi and looked up at him, "Brother, thank you."

The fellow boy smiled: "Hey, this kid is pretty smart." He patted Lin Xiaosong's head as he spoke, "Do you know that those two just now are bad guys?"

"I do not know."

"I don't know if you still thank me."

Lin Xiaosong licked his lips and smirked, showing two dimples.

At that time, Chu Yi's height had grown to 1.8 meters two, and he was still taciturn and dead, his expression was full of impatience, and he didn't even bother to say a word of unnecessary nonsense, so he left with his companion's collar.

Lin Xiaosong decided that they were good people, and followed them up and down.

There is a natural gap between high school students and elementary school students, which is wider than the Great Rift Valley in East Africa. After passing through the noisy crowd, Chu Yi finally stopped and turned to look at him: "Don't follow us."

Lin Xiaosong said timidly, "Where are you going?"

The fellow boys thought it was funny: "Children, we don't know you, why are you always following us?"

Lin Xiaosong felt wronged for a moment, lowered his head, his mouth seemed to have a piece of candy in it, and his voice was muffled: "My mother told me to wait for her there, I'm hungry."

The fellow boy murmured: "His mother has such a big heart, she is not afraid of being abducted at such a big age..."

Chu Yi was still in no mood. He glanced at his companion and said to Lin Xiaosong: "We are going to eat, will you go?"

Lin Xiaosong nodded exaggeratedly, and said in a particularly loud voice, "I'll go."

They went to a nearby KFC. Chu Yi bought three set meals. He didn't eat much by himself. After taking a few bites, he started listening to music and reading books with headphones on.

Lin Xiaosong ate deliciously, and was still thinking about the chicken wings and French fries on Chu Yi's plate, "Brother, don't you want to eat?"

Chu Yi took off his earphones and pushed the plate to the opposite side, "Don't eat."

"Let me eat if you don't want to eat." Lin Xiaosong reached for his French fries.

The companion boy said: "Hey, kid, have you not eaten for a few days?"

Lin Xiaosong stuffed his mouth full and muttered, "I ate a sesame seed cake in the morning and walked with my mother for a long time."

"Where is your home?"

"Jade Dragon Town."

"Where is Yulong Town?"

"It's in Yulong Town."

"Why is it so hard to talk to you?"

……

Chu Yi was not in the mood to listen to these two chattering, so he put on headphones to block out the noise. Suddenly, a girl wearing the same school uniform was pushed to their desk by her companion, and the three girls behind him booed: "Say it."

The girl shyly lowered her head and said, "Good...what a coincidence."

The fellow boy reminded Chu Yi: "Sun Jiawei likes her from class five, you can't break the rules of the world."

Chu Yi frowned unconsciously, he didn't know this girl at all.

Lin Xiaosong bit his hamburger and didn't dare to say anything, but he was curious, and his eyes rolled back and forth between the two of them.

The girl took a deep breath, and boldly said, "My name is Chen Qianyu, I... I can't solve a math problem, so I would like to... ask you for advice."

Chu Yi closed the book: "I don't know you, so I have no obligation to help you with your homework."

The girl blushed embarrassingly, and someone from her companions stood up for her, "Why are you dragging, if you don't want to teach, don't teach, and talking is so hurtful!" After saying that, they pulled the girl who was about to cry, and the four of them walked out together KFC.

The fellow boy looked at the alumni who had gone away, and said regretfully: "You look okay, but it's a pity, a friend's wife can't be bullied."

Lin Xiaosong didn't meddle in the "adult's" affairs, and concentrated on eating his food, and looked at the bus platform from time to time to see if his mother was back.

Almost a little faster, Chu Yi put away his books, put his schoolbag on his back, stood up, patted his companion sleeping on the table, and said, "Let's go."

Lin Xiaosong still hadn't waited for his mother. Seeing the two older brothers on the opposite side were about to leave, unspeakable emotions surfaced in his heart, and his eyes suddenly turned red, "Brother, you are leaving."

Chu Yi said "hmm".

"My mother hasn't come yet."

Chu Yi didn't shake him, he pulled his chair away, turned around and walked away, after thinking about it, he turned around and told the little kid: "Just sit here and wait for your mother, don't talk to strangers."

Lin Xiaosong rubbed his eyes and said "OK", with a faint cry in his voice.

The fellow boy waved at him: "Children, we are going to class, goodbye."

"What's your name, bro?"

The glass door was pushed open, blocking out some sounds from behind.On a lazy afternoon, the smell of lemonade floats in the air.

When Lin Xiaosong was in the third grade, he began to teach composition in Chinese class. The title of his first composition was "A Big Brother". The whole article was a running account of more than 300 characters, and pinyin was still used in many places. He was praised by the teacher when he handed it in. Yes, read it to the class.

Two years later, when he started to run around like a monkey with the children in the same village, the big brother who bought him hamburgers had already been forgotten by him.