Terrorist attacks

At that time, most of the children in the yard were older than him, only the family across the door had a little girl who was the same age as him, with a flushed face and two braids. cute.He still remembered that everyone called her Xiao Le, which was especially popular with adults.

Once he and his grandfather were sitting at the door of their house basking in the sun and peeling peanuts. Grandpa watched him lower his head and stretch out his small white hands to peel the peanut shells vigorously. The doll's Xiao Le waved, and the little girl ran over with round eyes.Grandpa said, you can play with our little Yisheng, okay?

Xiao Yisheng often stayed with her, took a few cents from his grandfather, and went around a few alleys to Qianmenlouzi to buy rare cream popsicles, or brightly red candied haws on the street. People's books, always show her first, and watch her use colorful crayons to paint the villains in the book into messy colors.

Later, when he gradually entered school, he seldom spoke, and the two of them still went back and forth all the way.

In the second grade, the day before the final exam, he finished his homework and remembered that his extra-curricular tutoring book was still with her. On winter nights, there was deep snow in the courtyard and there was no light. Looking at the dots of light, slowly touch the past.Stepping on the snow, there was a "chi chi" sound, the shoes were a little wet, cold and uncomfortable, and the coldness slowly seeped up. In the winter night in the north, the wind blew like a knife and hurt people's faces.

He finally leaned against the window sill of Xiao Le's house. He was too young at that time, and his head was a long distance away from the window sill. He stretched out his hand, intending to knock on the glass of their house, and let her pass the book out through the window.

The room should be very warm, so there was fog on the window panes, making it difficult to see the scene in the room clearly, but the sound was very close, passed through the wall, and reached his ears clearly.

"Xiao Le, don't go to and from school with the little bastard in the next room. There are so many classmates, who is not good to be with, do you hear me?" His female voice was extremely piercing, and he recognized this voice as Xiao Le's mother.

"Children's house, be a companion on the way back and forth, what bother you." Xiao Le's father opened his mouth at this time, accompanied by the crisp sound of the cup lid falling, the wind outside the window was getting stronger and stronger, Xiao Yisheng was about to lose his footing stable.

"What do you mean by that, protecting that little bastard? Who is he, huh? It's no wonder, with his mother's viciousness, which man doesn't just look straight at him! I'm afraid you would have to put Did that bastard see a hole?"

Xiao Le's father stopped talking, walked out of the back room, and went to the living room.Xiao Le's mother continued to say to Xiao Le: "Do you remember what mother said, you are not allowed to play with him anymore, his grandfather has been going to the hospital twice in the past three days, who knows what kind of disease the old man has, and the infection is terrible. "

Xiao Le didn't understand, just said:

"Mom, if I don't play with him, no one will read comic books to me."

"Mom bought it for you and will take you there tomorrow."

"Really, that's great. He doesn't like to talk in our class, and his classmates don't want to play with him. They also asked me why he looks so strange, especially his eyes, which have different colors. I told them, I Mom said, he's called a bastard!"

Xiao Yi turned around, and walked slowly back step by step according to the way he came. The snow was still floating, and occasionally fell on his hair, eyebrows, and was gently wiped by him.When he got home, he poured hot water into the basin himself, but he didn't mix cold water. He just waited slowly until the white mist gradually dissipated, then put his purple-red feet from the cold into it. Moved, warm feet quietly.

Going to school again, Xiao Le said that she would wait for her mother to pick her up and told him to go first.

He collected the pocket money given by his grandfather, and after many days, he went to the mall to buy chocolates wrapped in delicate tin foil, as well as cheese and chicken oil biscuits that he had to wait in line for a long time on West Street. When she is happy, smile like before and ask her: "Do you want it?"

As a result, Xiao Le went to and from school with him again, and Xiao Yi seldom spoke, walking quietly most of the time.

At that time, it was almost summer, and they went to buy popsicles on the way from school every day.

When he walked to the small shop at the intersection that day, he said, wait, I will buy cold drinks.

He has been there for a long time. There is a construction site nearby. He knows that every afternoon at this time, big truck drivers will come to dump sand. Behind Xiaole’s station is a hill piled up of yellow sand. One cares if there is a child following.

When the truck came from the opposite direction, he stood in the shop, looked back at Xiao Le and smiled.The car stopped steadily, separated by a pile of yellow sand, followed by the sound of sand pouring down.

He remembered that his grandfather was flipping through the newspaper more than a month ago, and he leaned over to read it, and saw the news that the truck collided with the car, the yellow sand on the truck turned over, submerged the car, and the body was crushed and collapsed. people were also seriously injured.

The hard steel shell will be crushed and deformed, let alone a child of flesh and blood?

Later he went home, and it was not until the end of the summer vacation that Xiao Le moved back from the hospital.It is said that it was discovered early at a remote intersection. When passers-by saw it, their entire shoulders were buried in yellow sand. When they were pulled out, they were covered in blood. They were sent to the hospital in time. The doctor also told parents to take good care of their children. Yes, especially during the summer vacation, accidents are most likely to happen.

I heard that the truck driver lost a lot of money, but Xiaole’s mother was not satisfied. Her daughter’s foot was injured to a bone, and she was limping when she walked. He didn't make a sound, and agreed to let him sing the oboe together, but he wanted to watch her stand-up comedy.