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In the winter of 1987, Xu Han found a child in the trash can.
It¡¯s a baby girl. His wrinkled body turned purple from the cold, and his umbilical cord was still wrapped around his neck, revealing his face as big as a palm. She seemed unable to open her eyes, and her small purple mouth was half-opened, as if she were crying, but she could not make any sound.
Xu Han was lying next to the trash can, staring at her blankly.
After a while, she stretched out her red and swollen hand, touched the baby girl's cold nose, and felt her breath.
Withdrawing his hand as if he was electrocuted, Xu Han turned around and ran away. After running two steps, she stopped again. She remembered the night she slept alone in the train station and could hear crying when she closed her eyes. The heart-rending cry of the little girl.
The wind hurt her face. She turned around and rushed back to the trash can, holding out the small, cold body.
That year, nine-year-old Zhao Yichen was sitting on the back seat of his mother¡¯s bicycle, passing the bridge leading to the Municipal Library.
His mother hummed "A Fire in Winter" and her slightly swaying body blocked the cold wind that was blowing towards him. He clutched his mother's coat tightly and saw a one-eyed old man and a dirty little girl kneeling at the bridge. The old man wore a patched military coat on his shoulders and held a broken iron bowl in his hand. The fingers of his trembling hands were black and blue, just like his face, which was dark and full of wrinkles, spots and thin blood stains. . Tears overflowed from the eye he could still open, crawled across his cheeks, and slid into the corners of his mouth.
The girl kneeling next to the old man looks as old as Zhao Yichen. She was only wearing a ripped singlet, her thin face was smeared with soot, her bare hands and feet were covered with frostbite, her fingers were swollen like carrots, and her fingers were dirty. A baby still wrapped in swaddling clothes.
The baby¡¯s eyes were tightly closed, his lips were blue, his little head was hanging down, and his neck was folded into a weird shape.
While the bicycle was still moving forward, Zhao Yichen's eyes were fixed on the baby's face, and he suddenly realized that her neck was broken.
He was stunned for a while, and it was not until his mother took him across the bridge that he slowly came back to his senses.
"Mom," Zhao Yichen called her, gently tugging at the hem of his mother's clothes, "What happened to that child just now?"
Turning back to look at him, the mother stopped humming: "Which child?"
"The one at the end of the bridge." He raised an arm and pointed at the end of the bridge, "I saw that her neck seemed to be broken"
Putting down her left foot on the pedal, my mother held the bicycle with both hands, turned her head and looked in the direction he pointed for a while, frowning. "Let's go over and take a look." She told Zhao Yichen in a low voice, then raised the front of the car and turned around, taking him back to ride the way they had come.
Mother stepped on the pedal and swayed slightly again. Zhao Yichen stuck his head out from behind her and carefully watched the little girl's figure getting closer and closer amidst the bumps. She was still kneeling there like a stone statue, as if she had never moved, and she didn't know if her body had been frozen.
The bicycle stopped in front of the old man and the little girl. She remained motionless. Only the one-eyed old man raised his head.
But the mother parked the car, walked to the little girl, knelt down and asked her: "Little girl, where are your parents?"
?????????????????????????????????????????????????? off out of the back seat of the bicycle, holding on to the bike, Zhao Yichen saw the little girl staring blankly ahead, half-opening her bruised and cracked little mouth, silent.
"My eldest granddaughter is mute." The one-eyed old man looked over and added while wiping his tears, "Both parents died of illness."
That day, my mother was not wearing a police uniform and had handcuffs in her pocket. Zhao Yichen saw her put her hand into her pocket and turned to look at the one-eyed old man. He frowned in fear and kept silent.
The mother went to see the unkempt little girl again, "Is this your grandpa?"
The stiff arms moved, and the little girl finally raised her face. Zhao Yichen stood next to the bicycle and shook his head lifelessly when he saw the baby hanging in her arms. The swaddling clothes were opened a little, and he found several black and blue marks on the side of her broken neck. He remembered his mother telling him that they were pinch marks.
But the little girl still didn¡¯t speak. She looked up at her mother, tears streaming from her dark eyes. The salty tears rolled up the soot on her face, making her face turn red from crying.
She was wearing so little, and she was kneeling in the biting cold wind of midwinter, her skinny body shaking into chaff.
He thought that her tears might also be cold.
The mother held her hand holding the child.
"Child, don't be afraid." Zhao Yichen stared at his mother's back, listening to her gentle encouragement in her softest voice, "Tell Auntie, is this your grandfather?"?
The little girl trembled and shrank. The tears kept flowing.
Zhao Yichen exhaled a breath of white breath, and suddenly felt that the surroundings were very quiet, so quiet that he could hear his own heartbeat.
Plop, plop, plop.
That was the sound of the little body in the little girl¡¯s arms that no longer existed.
The white air blurred their figures. When the water vapor dispersed, he saw his mother take out loose money from her pocket and put them all into the broken bowl held by the old man. Then she stood up, returned to the bicycle, and got on it.
Zhao Yichen also climbed into the back seat again, holding on to his mother's coat. He felt his mother kick open the bracket and step on the foot pedal hard.
Looking back towards the bridge, he saw the little girl and the one-eyed old man still kneeling on the spot, without asking his mother any questions.
Because he knew, the little girl finally nodded.
His mother rode him farther and farther. He kept turning his head and looking in that direction until the figure that gradually shrank into a small black dot disappeared from sight.
Since then, he has disappeared into the vast sea of ??people.
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In the end I changed it to "stay away".
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