Chapter 1014

At night, the autumn wind is cold, the heavy rain is coming, and the cold is biting.

Simply afraid that someone would catch her, she didn't come back to the bottom of the bridge until late at night. She curled up in a corner and shivered with cold. All she heard was the sound of wind and rain, and the clucking sound of her teeth colliding with the cold.

"Mom..." big tears fell down, curled up and hugged him and cried: "I've been to the toilet nearby, mom. Which toilet did you go to? I didn't see you

It's already the fourth day. I've been waiting under the bridge for four days.

"They said you abandoned me, they said you would send me to the police uncle, and then to the welfare home. Where is that? I'm so scared. Mom, come and pick me up quickly. " Simple sobbed.

"There's a little girl." Suddenly, a man's voice came from the left side of the bridge. As soon as she turned her head, she saw a ragged man cracking his yellow teeth towards her. There was a flash of lightning. Jane was so scared that she shivered. Without thinking much, she immediately got up and ran away. It was raining heavily outside. She had just left the bridge for a few seconds when she was drenched and disappeared in the thunder and lightning.

Late at night on the fifth day, a simple and weak figure appeared under the bridge. Her school uniform was dirty, and the road was unstable. In her hand, she held a dirty steamed bun that she hadn't finished eating, which should have been turned out from the garbage heap. There were some mildew spots on the bun, but she ate it with relish. She had a piece of chalk in her hand, and drew a woman and a woman on the bridge cave with a pen The head of a child.

"Mom, I've been to the toilets nearby, and you're not here. Tomorrow I'll go further to find you. When you see my paintings, you'll come to me." Simply reached out and touched the woman's portrait: "I didn't draw like that, mom. You look much better than me. Mom, when you see the painting, will you rate me? Just give me a score! I'll stand in the same place and wait for you when I see the grading picture. "

In the past, every time she drew a picture, her mother would give her a score next to the picture, either 99 or 100.

I wiped my tears, looked around and ran away again.

Late at night on the sixth day, she was holding a broken doll in her hand. This time, her face had no tears and no hope. She was staring at the painting on the wall: there was no score from her mother.

Late at night on the seventh day, she went back to the bridge cave barefoot, maybe fighting with others, maybe wrestling, her shoes were missing, her knees were worn out, and she looked at the painting on the wall without expression: there was still no score from her mother.

On the tenth day, a traffic policeman on the roadside felt that the corner of his clothes had been pulled. He looked down and saw a thin, dirty little girl raise her head. She spoke clearly and said with no expression: "Uncle policeman, I was abandoned by my mother."

"You're abandoned?" Although the police knew she was a vagrant when they looked at her, they thought whether the little girl was too calm. They quickly bent down and asked.

"Well, because I'm a girl, I'm useless, so I'm abandoned." Simple light nodded.

This sentence was said by the old men and women at the bottom of the bridge that day. She remembered it in her heart, not only in her heart, but also in her soul. In that era of son preference, there were too many incidents of female dolls being abandoned.

"What's your name, little friend?" The policeman crouched down and asked lovingly.

Looking at the police simply and coldly: "I don't have a name. I've been waiting for my mother for ten days, but she didn't come. I've been to all the toilets here. I've painted every toilet, and she didn't give me a score. I was abandoned by my mother, so I don't have a name. I don't have a simple name. I don't have a name."

Almost every toilet in the city, even the most dilapidated one, has a picture of a woman and a child.

Ten days, ten whole days and nights, no one knows what Jane Xiaodan has experienced.

How many times did she see her back like her mother's, but she rushed to find it was not; how many times did she turn over the food in the garbage, had diarrhea, and could only make it with leaves, dirty all over, others were hiding; how many times she was chased by dogs, and so on.

And night is the most terrible.

On a dark night, for a child of four or five years old, is there a big gray wolf hidden in the dark? Is there a monster? Scared shivering simple but still staring at the direction of her mother's departure, a look, is a night.

I'm afraid, but I'm looking forward to it.

"Is that child abandoned?"

"Girls should have been lost. Call the police quickly. It seems that they can only be sent to the welfare home."

"How many girls have been lost! It's not as useful as male dolls. Many villagers lose their female dolls when they have more children. "

Many times, in the vegetable market, on the street and beside the garbage dump, she would see some people talking like this. As soon as she heard them say "call the police", she would run away immediately.

Although she didn't know where they called the "welfare home", she knew that as long as the police came and caught her, she couldn't wait for her mother here.But now, she was obviously disheartened, and her face seemed to fade some childishness. Instead, she looked at the police calmly and said, "I'm abandoned. Please send me to the welfare home."

Simple was soon sent to the welfare home.

"What do you call simplicity?" The aunt of the welfare home took a look at the simple girl who had just been sent over with glasses. The police wrote her name in the name column of the information.

"I don't want to call it simple." Simply shook his head: "since I have been lost, the name does not want this."

"That's a little bit." The aunt pushed the glasses up: "then we'll call you Jane Xiaodan. Your ID number is still simple. When you are 18 years old, you can change it yourself."

A little bit of simplicity becomes a little bit of simplicity.

"Why, my mother doesn't want me, why do I use this name?" Jane Xiaoshan lowered her eyes and looked at her worn toes.

"What if she wants to see you?" Aunt sighed and touched her head: "when you get older, if your mother hasn't come to look for you, you can change your name."

Naturally, I didn't come to her.

The name Jian Xiaodan is still in use today, and her ID card was changed to "Jian Xiaodan" after she was 18 years old.

The name "simple" was lost on the day her mother left.

"Baby, mom, go to the toilet, you wait for me here." A woman in a yellow sweater squatted down and pinched her simple face.

"I'll wait for you here. Oh, my dear, I won't run around." Simple very trust nodded: "if I lost, I will draw everywhere, so that my mother can follow the painting to find me!"

"Well." The woman pinched her face again and disappeared into the simple eyes.

Her name has long been lost on that day.

Lost in the city 129 paintings, almost around the whole small county walk around the steps of Jane small single.

Lost in the ten days and nights full of disappointment and fear.

With a thud, Santana's door opened in front of him. A foot came out and fell to the ground.

The black shoes are shining with the smell of death.

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