Dreamland Guide

　　 Old Enkun took a deep breath, sat down tremblingly, pulled the poppy to sit on his knees, and laughed: "Grandpa is not crying, grandpa is happy!"

　　 The little girl was suspicious and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her little hand.

　　 Old Enkun pointed to Shi Dazhuang and said, "That's your big father, your big brother, he's here to take you to the city!"

　　 The little girl looked at Shi Dazhuang warily, lowered her head and said nothing.

　　 Shi Dazhuang said: "Yes, dad will take you to the city, okay?"

　　 "Don't go!" The little girl turned her head, leaned against Old Enkun, and hugged Old Enkun's neck tightly.

　　 Next, no matter what Old Enkun and Shi Dazhuang said, she just said nothing.

　　 Shi Dazhuang stretched out his hands helplessly and looked at Aoki with help-seeking eyes.

　　 Aoki gently shook his head at him, beckoning him not to worry.

　　 This child is obviously very repulsive to outsiders, and is not close to anyone except Old Enkun. At this age, the more stubborn and obstinate the character is, the more likely it is to induce depression.

　　 Children have had no parents since they were young, and they live a different childhood from ordinary people. Long-term depression, helplessness and loss can easily cause psychological and personality distortions if they cannot be vented and guided in time.

　　 Old Enkun sighed and said, "The girl is bitter in her heart!"

　　At this time, many people came to the yard of Nkun's house one after another, and began to work on the noon lunch.

　　 "Duke Enkun, I slaughtered the chicken at home!"

　　 "Duke Enkun, I got off the net at night. I just caught it and took a look. Guess what? Three big blue tails!"

　　 "Duke Enkun, I brought two jars of wine, and when the wine in Hazsha Yazi is not dry enough, I will do mine."

　　……

　　 Old Enkun sat up, and while the people coming to socialize, he filled the tobacco rod with shredded tobacco. Shi Dazhuang took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it over. Old Enkun stubbornly lit his cigarette and said, "I can't eat that."

From the time when the first person came in carrying the chicken, the poppy came down from Old Enkun’s lap and stood silently for a while. Seeing more and more people, he lowered his head and entered alone. The house is gone.

　　 Aoki and Old Enkun said hello, patted Shi Dazhuang on the shoulder, and said, "I'll take a look."

　　 The inner room is dark and damp, with many old pictorials from the last century pasted on the walls, and a certificate of merit is pasted in an inconspicuous position.

　　 Poppies entered the room, leaned on the old-fashioned Eight Immortals table with a missing corner, leaned his chin in his arms, looked at the wood grain on the table, and didn't know what he was thinking.

　　 She suddenly heard the sound of tapping.

　　 This sound sounds a bit strange, like the sound of someone whose heel is not lifted up, and the sole of the shoe slaps on the ground.

　　 But the sound of cloth shoes is duller than it, and the sound of straw sandals is more rustling than it. She had also heard the sound of the leather shoes worn by Sha Yazi, who was working in the field, and it was a crisp noise.

　　 This is a kind of footsteps that she has never heard before, with the rhythm of music, hitting people's ears like drums.

　　 She was a little curious, turned her face to look, and saw the man who came with her big dad coming in.

　　 She doesn't like Big Daddy, because Big Daddy is Daddy's brother, and Daddy is a bad person, so Big Daddy is also a bad person, and everyone who comes with Big Daddy is a bad person.

　　 She didn't know why Dad was a bad person, anyway, everyone said that. The classmates said so, the teacher said the same. When she is not well-behaved, the teacher and classmates will beat her, because she is the kind of bad guys, they said that the bad guys should be beaten.

　　 Sometimes, she is obviously behaved, and they will also complain to the teacher that she is not behaved. The teacher decided that she was not well-behaved and punished her to beat her.

　　 She hates school.

　　 The sound of tapping stopped. The man stood by the wall and looked at the certificate on the wall. It was the only certificate she had ever won, and her winning composition was posted next to the certificate.

　　The title of the composition is "My Bad Dad".

　　 That was the last time she mentioned her dad in front of people.

　　 She thought that by admitting that she had a bad father, others would not bully her again.

　　 but not!

　　 Since then, except in the diary, she has never mentioned her dad again.

　　 She took out a brand new little book with a beautiful cover from the worn yellow schoolbag.

　　 This little book was given to her by her mother when she was in school on the first day. Every time she took it out, she seemed to see her mother, and the beautiful cover was like her mother's face.

　　 She gently stroked the cover of the book, and opened it carefully—this world belongs to her.

　　……

　　 The man with his head against the chicken coop is here, what is he doing?

　　Want to take a peek at my diary?

snort!

　　Poppy puts his arms around her diary tightly, preventing him from reading it.

　　 She secretly looked around from the corner of her eye, only to find that the man had disappeared and she didn't know where he had gone.

　　 Maybe, go out!

　　 She sighed lightly, and just as her tight nerves relaxed, she suddenly saw one more person next to her, sitting on the same long bench with herself.

　　 She was taken aback, instinctively held the diary tightly, and looked at the man beside her warily.

　　 "Your name is Poppy?" the man asked.

　　 Poppies pursed her mouth and did not speak, holding the diary even tighter.

　　 "Do you know that there is a kind of flower also called poppies?"

　　Poppy of course knows that his name is the name of a kind of flower, but they all say that it looks like a poppy and is a poisonous flower.

　　 She has seen poppies, but she has never seen poppies.

　　 "Do you know that there is a word called poppies?" the man asked again.

　　Poppy doesn’t know what the word is.

　　 The man sang:

　　"When is the Spring Flower and Autumn Moon? How much do you know about the past. Xiaolou was windy again last night~www.wuxiaspot.com~The homeland was unbearable looking back on the moon.

　　 The carved column and jade masonry should still be there, but Zhu Yan changed. How can you worry about me? Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward! "

　　Poppy is silent.

　　 She didn't understand the meaning of this word, but every word that came out of the man's mouth fell like a stone on the surface of the lake, rippling layer after layer in her heart.

　　 A faint sadness rose from the bottom of her heart, like the fog on the lake, erratic and unpredictable, but getting thicker and thicker.

　　 Those past days-the days when I was with my mother, the days when I occasionally saw my father... I flipped through my eyes one by one like a comic strip.

　　 She missed her mother.

　　 She gently put the diary in her arms on the table and stroked the cover of the book with her hand.

　　 Ripples suddenly appeared on the cover, like ripples of water.

　　 In a dim halo, she saw her mother's face.

　　 Mom is smiling at her, her face is young and beautiful. She remembered how young she was when she was lying on her mother's back and clamoring to go to Yanma Street in Mandian to buy sweets.

　　 Later, my mother got sick and got old.

　　 The light and shadow on the cover were still changing. Mother's smile gradually disappeared, and her plump cheeks began to thin. Slowly, only wrinkled sallow skin remained, like an old yellow paper covering the skull.

　　 A drop of crystal clear water fell from the sky and landed on the cover.

　　 She gently opened the diary, and on the title page there were a few crooked lines written in a pencil. That was the night after her mother died, she lay on her mother's coffin and wrote--

　　 Mom is dead

　　 I want to die too

　　 If you die, you can be with mom forever

　　 but I'll see dad when I die

　　 I hate dad

　　 so I can only live