Steps

One thing I remember very clearly happened one night.

He handed me a piece of paper very seriously, and I hurriedly opened it to see that it was the leftover draft paper I had just calculated, and it said: Take me out to play, please?

I don't know why I feel that I'm in a particularly good mood, but such a few short words read out a kind of coquettish meaning inexplicably.But he himself was still so paralyzed, he couldn't connect acting like a baby with this paralyzed face.

I patted his head and said, "Of course, where do you want to go?

All the people around you are blackmailing you, forcing you, making demands on you, and trying to get something, but Amo is the complete opposite, he is the type who doesn't want to cause me trouble.The more he behaves like this, the more uneasy I become. Once he makes any request, I will definitely satisfy him.Although he doesn't ask for much, he often just wants to eat.I really can't figure out where he wants to go, because he always acts like he wants nothing.

Then he wrote three words on the paper: library.

The sound of chatting, the sound of children crying, and all kinds of voices filled the ears.

The flow of people is moving fast, without any stops, and you will see all kinds of people in the subway. The only thing in common is that they are all busy.

It's a bad time for us to go out, it's the peak season.

I dragged Ah Mo to squeeze onto the subway, and he was almost squeezed down by a slow-moving person like him. I pulled him back and asked, "Have you ever taken the subway?"

He looked at me contemptuously and nodded.

Just shaking and shaking, I arrived at the stop without saying a word all the way, and I took him to the largest library in the city with ease.

"I have a library card here. If there is anything you want to see, I will borrow it for you."

He nodded, indicating that he understood.

People who are tortured by the college entrance examination, their minds are full of questions, and they really don’t want to read any books. They are worried about getting into the pit. Novels and books can only be read after the exam. The only thing they can read now are reference materials, so I followed Ah Mo and watched him read.

A Mo walked to a book about architecture and stopped moving, then moved several books and sat down to read.As for me, I sat across from him and struggled to solve the problem.

The sound of his turning the pages of the book was very fast, like the wind blowing, making people wonder if he had read it.The books were obscure, and some were in English.He is a wandering person on the street, I wonder if he has read books and gone to school, he can't understand.But I understand him, he is not a person who pretends to understand.So what happened to him before I met him?I looked at him again, biting his lip, concentrating on him.

I still know too little about you.

But it doesn't matter, we are already together, I still have a long time to get to know you, let me walk into your heart, let our hearts be honest with each other, just like our bodies take off our clothes at night.

If I still have the chance.

He pushed my shoulder and motioned for me to go.

I picked up the big dozen books and asked, "All of them?"

He stood up and took two copies from my arms.I nodded and said, "I'm going to borrow it." He suddenly stopped in front of me, and before I could react, he kissed me quickly on the face.

When I realized it, I smiled and said, "As a thank you?"

He remained silent, as if he wasn't the one who kissed me just now. I poked his face and ran to borrow books for him.

There are many interesting places in this city. I used to take Ah Mo to food stalls and night markets. This time we ate a lot of expensive things, and I bought him two clothes.Ah Mo, he is small and looks good in everything he wears. He is a clothes hanger, and because I have cultivated a lot and spent almost all of my pocket money on eating delicious food with him, finally through my unremitting efforts, he gradually With a little flesh, he is no longer so pitiful.

Read in the morning and play in the afternoon.

Until the sun is westward and the street lights are on.

we went back.

It was raining on the way back, so we chose to take the bus.The car didn’t turn on the lights, it was dark, and the only light source was the light outside the car window except for the occasional dots of mobile phone screens. Some people were sleeping, some were talking softly, and the air conditioner in the car was neither hot nor cold. , No noise around.

I listened to the sound of the wheels rolling over the water on the road and the bean-sized raindrops hitting the glass windows.Ah Mo also looked at the raindrops that kept rolling down the car window. He stretched out his hand, pressed it against the glass window, and slid down in the direction they rolled until they were out of our sight.We just leaned on each other silently, once I didn't speak, there would be silence between us, but we are all used to it.

After a while, I said softly, "Amo, did you go to school before?"

He frowned and nodded.

I then asked, "Then when did you suspend school?"

He moved his mouth, and I understood his mouth shape: a year ago.

If Ah Mo didn't suspend school, then he should be in the first year of high school at this moment, then he didn't go to school again when he was in junior high school.

"Where are your parents?"

He froze for a moment, and I obviously felt his resistance to this question. The biggest possibility for a child to go from studying normally to being homeless and living on the street is the relationship between his parents.

I sighed and said, "Sorry, just pretend I didn't ask."

Then he took my hand and wrote two words on the palm of my hand. I concentrated on feeling the touch on my hand. What he wrote was: Architecture.

The answer seems to be a bit wrong, I thought for a while and said: "You mean...your parents' careers are related to construction...?"

He nodded, I don't know if it was an illusion or because the bus was dark, I saw the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Then he wrote: All dead.

It's the ending I've already thought of.

But I still can't help but feel distressed, obviously such a thin and weak person, but he can't get the shelter of his family, and he is homeless.Although I don't necessarily have a word or two with my parents in a year, they are still there.Although we didn't get along well, I at least knew that they were there, and little or no interaction was two different things.

The concept of home is different for different people.Some people think that as long as the family is harmonious, happy and healthy, no matter where they are, it is home.Some people think that home is not an invisible feeling, but a visual thing, like a house, a tile, or a brick, which can also be a home.

But Ah Mo has nothing.

But I didn't have the courage to comfort him, held him in my arms, and said softly to him: Don't be afraid, even if you have nothing, you still have me.

This kind of responsibility is too heavy. Owning and being owned by a person is something we dare not say easily. I want to make a promise to him, but I find that not only do I know too little about him, but even what I can give him is the same. negligible.

I didn't ask any more questions, and I didn't even feel the joy of Ah Mo opening his heart to me, because originally he didn't even want to mention it to my parents.Asking this kind of question is like uncovering a person's scar, who knows how much it hurts.He is so pitiful, the only thing I can do from now on is to treat him better, better, but I can't make up for what he lost.

He wrote again, but this time it was a bit longer, and it took me a while to recognize: You are the one to be pitied.

I was taken aback, how did he know what I was thinking?It may be that my expression is too obvious.

He rolled up my sleeves, which was a sign that he was going to write long sentences.

He wrote: left-behind children.

I didn't expect him to write like that, so I twisted his face and said with a smile, "Damn, you're only a child, and I'm almost an adult."

It is said that books are spiritual food. Since then, Mo and I not only go to the library every day but also go to the library to read books all day long. We are really satisfied both spiritually and materially.Because of these books, Ah Mo came to accompany me more often.

"You keep reading these, don't you feel sleepy." I turned my pen around.

He gave me a slight push, and lifted his chin towards the table, signaling me to do my homework well and stop talking so much nonsense.

As soon as I was about to continue to struggle with mathematics as ordered, he gently pushed my shoulder, and then he drew a square in the air with his fingers. I understood, and opened the drawer, which was full of various portable The notebooks lay together in various colors, filled with the conversations between me and Amo.I took out the latest one and gave it to him.

He turned to the last page and wrote and drew on it. I leaned my head to look at it, and I was stunned, so I had to pick up the pen, sighed and continued to read the title.