China's traditional festival, the Spring Festival, is coming soon, and S city is bustling everywhere. However, in front of the tallest, most splendid, and most distinctive building in the city center, the road is blocked because of migrant workers asking for wages.
I stood in a crowded crowd, my ears buzzing, someone pushed me, and I fell to the ground.
I wanted to call daddy and mommy, but my throat felt like it was being strangled and I couldn't make a sound.
Just a moment ago, I saw them lying on the ground, wearing the clothes of migrant workers, with shocking blood underneath them, very red, like azalea blooming all over the mountains and plains.
The scene was very chaotic. Someone stepped on my left hand, which caused excruciating pain.
His face was scratched with a sharp weapon, and the smell of blood filled the air.
I didn't feel scared or panic. I imagined that this was a dream. As long as I held my breath for a little longer, I would eventually wake up by myself.
"Ah!" His body jolted, and a burst of pain came from his shoulder.
As expected, I woke up from the suffocation and fell off the bench.
My shoulders hurt so much, my stomach was so hungry, it was so dark, and the wind was so strong. The trees in the park were blowing loudly, and the dim street lights illuminated the leaves into scary monsters. The pool of blood appeared in front of my eyes again.
, blood that is more brilliant than azalea.
I shivered and hugged myself tightly, hiding under the bench.
My stomach began to growl. I forgot how many days I had been in this park. I seemed to remember someone telling me that when we got a lot of money, we could go home and buy New Year clothes and have a good time.
It's been a year.
But why am I here? I wanted to cry, but when I saw the strange shadow of the tree, I had to cover my mouth tightly.
My face still hurts and has scabs, but when the wind blows, it still hurts slightly.
I think I need to go out, at least to where there are trash cans, and find something to eat.
The feeling of hunger in my stomach defeated the fear, and I crawled out of the chair hole of the bench. I didn't even care about the mess on my body, and walked out along this road with vain steps.
It is probably very late now. There is no one in the park. There is only a snow-white dog following me all the way. But it is not necessarily more pitiful than me because it is very cute. If I find some food,
Yes, I think I will give it some.
After walking for a long time, we reached the main road. The lights of the food stalls outside the park were still on, and the sounds of drinking and fist-fighting could be heard from the yurts surrounded by canvas.
I stopped and watched from a distance, wondering if the people in that restaurant would dump the leftover food from the guests into the trash can.
It was so cold that my feet were numb and my hands were so cold that I lost all feeling.
That table seemed to be the last one, and the food stall worker was washing the dishes while yawning.
I never saw the food scraps they dumped out.
I moved my steps, maybe they would take pity on me and give me something to eat?
I stood in front of the dishwashing lady. She raised her head to look at me, and then shouted in surprise: "Oh, where did this child come from?"
Her voice was neither too loud nor too soft, and the sound of drinking and fist-fighting inside was a bit quieter. A woman came out of the yurt, looked at me twice, then walked up to me and said, "Oh, I've been looking for you. What are you doing?"
Where did you hide?"
I looked at her blankly. This woman had an oval face, was in her thirties, and was wearing a coat and boots. She was very ordinary. But I had no impression of her at all.
