Steps

"Living in the gutter, you still have the right to look up at the stars."

-Wilde

He sat quietly on the third floor of the steps, with his elbows on his knees and his face on one hand, like a sculpture.

I walked up to him and stopped. He heard the sound and looked at me but his expression still didn't change. It was a kind of emptiness like stagnant water.The warm light was printed on his face, and the breeze lifted his skirt gently, giving him a feeling of extreme desolation.

When I got closer, he still didn't stand up, but just raised his head and stared at me with big eyes, as if he wasn't looking at me.

"have you eaten?"

He shook his head.

"Let's go."

He finally followed up, but there was no sound when he walked, including that he did many things gently, as if God had muted him.

It was half dark, but it was about to enter the night, but the color of the sunset was still reluctant to part. The lights on the street had been turned on, and white mist was rising around the food stalls.People who had been busy all day chatted and laughed and gathered together one after another, and the surrounding gradually became lively.

The noisy tranquility at sunset on the street seems to build up the hustle and bustle of the night.

I ordered two bowls of beef noodles, then found a seat and sat down, and he slowly sat across from me.Just as I was scrolling through WeChat in every possible way, the beef noodles were served on the table.I don't know if he likes beef noodles or not, but he never has any opinion on what I want him to eat. It is our normal state to make our own decisions.

Just as I was about to get my chopsticks, a pair of disposable chopsticks that had already been broken were placed beside my bowl, and he had already started to gobble it up.

He only makes noises when he eats, and of course I also thought, maybe that's not his noise, but the sound of noodles.But only at this time do I feel that he is a person who is close to life.

The weather is not considered hot, but the spicy beef noodles always make people sweat profusely, as if there is a thin layer of sweat on the wings of the nose.

I wiped my face with my sleeve, and a can of iced Coke was pushed to my eyes.Take a sip and it's cold to the deepest part of your intestines.

Soon, the bottom of a bowl of noodles was gone, I picked up the last scallion and asked, "Is it delicious?"

He just looked up at me without making a sound.

I'm used to this silent answer.I meet him every day after school, and he's always waiting for me on the steps in front of the abandoned store, which has been going on for a year.But his identity is more than that, I don't even believe it when I say it.

We are lovers.

At that time, I was a sophomore in high school, but I already felt the urgency of the so-called college entrance examination.When I came out of school, I invited a few classmates to play basketball to relax. When I went back, there were few people on the street, and only one or two pubs and suppers were still lit.

I passed an abandoned shop alone with my schoolbag on my back. This shop used to sell high-quality goods, but later the sound was not good, and the boss owed a lot of debts, so I ran away at night.The front of the store is small, but there are several high steps in front of the door.

When I passed by, I was holding a bag of biscuits and was about to eat, but I felt a force snatch it away, and my hands were empty in the blink of an eye!

I don't feel sorry for cookies, but it makes me very angry that someone even robbed me!I immediately chased after him, the vigor of playing basketball was still there, the man obviously couldn't run away from me, so I firmly grabbed his wrist to prevent him from escaping.

That's when I realized how slender my wrist was. In front of me was a little girl with hair that reached to my shoulders. The slightly longer hair covered his forehead. The sides of her cheeks were dirty. She looked younger than me. Some, I didn't know I was wrong until he looked up at me and I noticed the tiny bump in his neck.After he glanced at me, he lowered his head and stopped struggling, knowing that he couldn't run away, that's all, anyway, it's not like he hasn't been beaten before.

After a while, he finally dared to look up at me without receiving the expected abuse, punches and kicks. I let go of my hand and asked, "What's your name?" I asked him several times and he didn't speak.

He doesn't speak.

To be precise, it cannot be said.

Only then did I realize that it turned out to be a little dumb.Sighing, I didn't care about him grabbing my things anymore, and then walked forward.

After walking for a while, I turned around and found that I had walked so far without knowing it, and I couldn't see him for a long time.

When I got home, I packed up and started to do my homework.But I couldn't see it at all. My mind was full of the boy's big helpless eyes and his slender wrist.

I don't know why I was agitated for a while, but I finally threw up my pen, put on my clothes indiscriminately and ran out immediately.

Finally I stopped, I was out of breath from running wildly all the way, he was still standing by the steps, motionless, holding a bag of biscuits in his hand, neither eating nor moving, he lowered his head quietly .Everything is exactly as it was when I left.

"Where are your parents?"

He looked up and shook his head.

"What about the other people you know?"

He still shook his head.

I sighed, and I said to him out of nowhere, "Come to my house." After hearing this, he stared at me with wide eyes and remained silent.

Are these five words so difficult to digest?I clicked my tongue, thinking about how troublesome I am, I should go home quickly.

After walking a few steps, I found someone silently following me. For some reason, I suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and felt inexplicably better.He walked lightly as if there were no footsteps, and the insects around him made me unable to hear his breathing. I turned my head all the way for fear of losing him.

finally arrived at home.

That day, my parents were on a business trip, and I was the only one, but I generally live alone.I threw the bag of biscuits aside and grabbed something to eat. He sat by the table, not daring to move. I pushed the bowl in front of him: "Eat."

He glanced at me, picked up the bowl and started eating as if he had been granted permission.

He was really hungry.

I took a few sets of clothes and threw them to him to take a shower. After he came out, he seemed to have walked out of the dirty skin just now.The whole person becomes clean and fresh, the facial features are clear and attractive, but the whole person is very thin.

I asked him, "Can you write?" He nodded.

"What's your name?" Then he wrote two words, which turned out to be very neat and neat: Ah Mo, but this is obviously not the full name, since he doesn't want to say it, I won't force it.

I said to him, "Stay here tonight."

He froze for a moment and nodded.I pulled him to my bed and brought him a quilt. Anyway, my bed was big and the two of us were not crowded. He didn't refuse, and fell asleep in a while.