Stay on time

, except for a pile of dusty kitchen utensils near the door, tables, chairs and benches fill up the space.His life is really unorganized, and it takes a few minutes to find the clothes he needs to wear every day.Lin Qiao turned on the TV, and the people inside were chattering again. The child wiggled his fingers, unscrewed the bottle slowly, and poured out a handful of beautiful jelly beans.He picked one and ate it, and one after another.

Children can't be said to be young, at the age of nine, Lin Qiao already knew a lot of things at that time, for example, it may be difficult for him to see his father in the future, for example, some classmates may want to laugh at him in the future.He probably can still vaguely remember things from the age of three or four, and the only way forward is through the memories of his elders.But the child's soft and white appearance is really likable.Lin Qiao touched the child's head and found that the child's hair was not as black as it looked from a distance. On the contrary, it might be a little yellow due to lack of nutrition.

The child stopped after eating the second handful of candy and looked at him brightly.Lin Qiao smiled.Then the child turned his head to look at the surrounding furnishings, and he coughed uncomfortably: "Ah...it might be a bit messy."

The child shook his head politely and stammered: "No mess."

What Lin Qiao didn't know was that Lin Ming had always had an uneasy heart: he was afraid of being disturbed, and afraid of making people angry.He sat on the bed, obediently, and saw Lin Qiao's magazine stuffed by the bed, the shoes under Lin Qiao's bed, and the cigarettes on Lin Qiao's cabinet.He had a lot to say, but he didn't say a word; he didn't say it, but he didn't like the embarrassment of silence.

But Lin Qiao said, "Do you like small cars?"

"Don't play."

"Then what do you like? Do you like candy?" He said, laughing to himself: "When I was young, I wanted this and that every day, but now I don't like anything."

"Me neither." Lin Ming kept his head down, but finally raised it up.He and Lin Laosan had moved here for nearly a month, and lived in that small house almost every day.I haven't seen the sun for a long time, and my face is very pale. From the face to the hands, everything exposed is as fragile as paper. Now the face is slightly raised, revealing two shining eyes.For a moment, Lin Qiao only remembered the child's beautiful eyes, which seemed to be pleading, and he seemed to have seen it many times in a trance.This is naturally impossible, what happened at this moment has become the past, but only for a moment.

He said: "If you come to play with my brother every day in the future, my brother will buy you candy." This child is so cute.

The child blinked: "Really?" he asked.

That was a really cute kid.Lin Qiao thought.

3. The landlord's white bungalow is really beautiful.Two months after Lin Qiao moved here, the old man smiled and asked him if he wanted to rent a room upstairs.The price is fair, but Lin Qiao doesn't want to move again.The uncle came back from his daughter's house with a big bag of peanuts.He took out some and dried them, and gave the rest to Lin Qiao.The newly unearthed fresh peanuts were so tender that Lin Qiao somehow reminded him of the child in the North House.

There are people in his family.

Lin Laosan was drinking with another middle-aged man, and when he saw him, he looked over unfriendly.Lin Changxi has seen it before. He is not tall and wears khaki overalls all day long.His arms and legs are not thick, but he has an obvious beer belly, and he often walks in the yard with a flushed face.The man at the table opposite him was taller and more aggressive than him.Seeing that the child was nowhere to be seen, Lin Qiao must have gone out.Lin Qiao reluctantly handed the peanuts to the adults.He guessed that the two men would just drink with it.Lin Qiao went around and found the child pulling weeds in the vegetable field in the backyard.The sun was shining at noon, and the golden sun was shining everywhere. The children were covered with mud on their hands, and their faces were sunburned like carrots.

Lin Qiao saw that his posture of burying his buttocks in the ground was a bit funny, so he stood under the eaves and waited; after a while, he carried the child from the vegetable field to the window, where there were flowers and trees blocking it, which was very shady.

The child rolled his eyes to look at him.

"Pull the carrot!" He joked.

"No, we're just pulling the weeds." Lin Ming rubbed the mud on his hands, and continued, "Auntie's house has a lot of grass!" Indeed, there are a lot of weeds growing in the cornfield, and Aunt Zhang doesn't fertilize them, it just grows naturally. Let them grow, and a few small white flowers are embedded in them.

A gust of wind blew, and the flower branches shook.The sweat on the child's head dried.Lin Qiao squatted down, looked at the child's hands carefully, and muttered, "It's really dirty."They have gotten to know each other a lot, and the children often watch cartoons in Lin Qiao's house.The child smiled and was about to rub against his face.In this position, Lin Qiao happened to be a little shorter than him, so he could easily slap his hand up.Probably sweating, the child was very excited, and his face was flushed.Lin Qiao hurriedly stopped him, and wiped away the mud with his hand with grass leaves.

"You like pulling weeds so much!"

The child nodded, very close.

Lin Qiao thought for a while and said, "Come into my room, wash the peanuts for me, and wash them for you to eat."

He still left some, and the ones given to Lin Laosan were cleaned by him.

"Okay."

Chapter 3

It rained suddenly on Sunday afternoon, and Lin Qiao was drenched in bad luck as soon as he went out.The autumn rain is already a little cool, and it is uncomfortable to soak the clothes.He walked halfway and turned back again.

A string of raindrops from the eaves formed a curtain.He sneezed and saw Lin Lao San also put on his raincoat and went out.

"It's still early to go to work." Lin Qiao thought to himself.

He walked a few steps to the child's house, called someone, opened the door, and saw the child sleeping on the bed.The sound of the rain outside is tick-tock, and there is a bit of whistling wind, which is really suitable for sleeping.But the child turned over and his face was stuffed under the quilt.

Lin Qiao pushed back the quilt, revealing the child's hot face.The child called "brother" softly.There was a sound of footsteps outside, probably because Aunt Zhang had gone to work.

He touched the child's forehead, it was hot!The child was afraid of the cold, so he shrank back under the quilt again, looking very pitiful.Lin Qiao touched it with her lips again, thinking it might be a high fever.But now that his father has left, can he still leave the child here alone?What if it burns out?

It was still raining heavily outside, and the humidity in the house was heavy, making it look damp.Lin Qiao patted the child and said softly, "Shall we go see a doctor?" Lin Ming looked at him and nodded obediently.Lin Qiao had a fever before. At that time, his mother would stick beside him, coax him, and feed him medicine.He tried his best to be more gentle with the child, picked him up, and wrapped him in thick clothes.

There are basically factories near this area, and you can only buy vegetables at most when you go out.Not to mention the hospital, not even a clinic.Lin Qiao found some leftover antipyretics and water from the house and fed them to the child.The child looked at him pitifully, trying to sleep.

After the rain stopped, Lin Qiao took him to get an injection.In the one year since he came to City A, Lin Qiao has never been to the hospital.He has seldom been sick since he was a child, and he usually sleeps with his head in his head when he has a fever in different seasons.He searched with the child for half an hour before he found one from the side of the street.

It was past two o'clock, so Lin Qiao had no choice but to make a phone call to make up for the holiday.His department head is a bald 40-year-old man who was transferred from another department. He manages the employees under his opponents strictly. The biggest feature is that he implements a high-pressure policy by threatening wages and "encourages" overtime work.They scolded Lin Qiao incessantly, saying that there is no employee as casual as Lin Qiao.

"I thought they went because they were afraid of deducting their wages." Lin Qiao thought coldly, barely perfunctory.

When it started to rain, the temperature dropped a bit. There were many parents with crying children in the hospital. A few passed by with red eyes, and the parents followed behind carefully dragging the bottle.The child's eyes followed them like a tail, not knowing what he was thinking.Lin Qiao comforted him: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it only hurts a little." Lin Ming became more energetic after being blown by the wind for a while, and said with wide eyes, "I don't want to get an injection."

Children don't want injections.Lin Qiao said, "You are sick."

But the child said: "I am not afraid of pain."

"How about hanging water?"

The kid nods.

When the doctor came to give the needle, the child watched intently, obediently and quietly.Seeing his beauty, the doctor couldn't help but praise: "This kid is really obedient."

Lin Qiao asked for leave, and dragged a water bottle all afternoon to ask the doctor to change the water and pull out the needle.

He sat very bored, his nose smelled of disinfectant from the hospital.He turned his head and saw several beds inside, and asked the child if he wanted to sleep for a while.

"I am not sleepy."

He touched the child's left hand where the needle had been injected, and it was slightly cool, so he went to pour him a cup of hot water.The child inserted a little bit of his finger into the hot water, took it out, and told him: "A doctor broke the needle when I gave it before, and he still hurt very much afterwards."

Lin Qiao said in surprise, "Then how did he break it?"

"do not know."

If it wasn't that the "doctor" was not skilled, it was because he was too negligent at the time. Lin Qiao only had the experience of being repeatedly needled.

Chapter 4

The next day, the child was still not well.It was still raining outside, and the sky was like a drab gray cloth.Lin Qiao took a small blue umbrella and walked through the alley in the yard, and stopped in front of Lin Ming's house.The windows of his house were brightened by the splash of rain.Lin Qiao knocked on the door, and the child opened it with only a gap of twenty centimeters. The child blinked and looked at him in the darkness.

"Good morning!"

The child opened the door fully, and the rain was blown in by the wind. "Good morning."

Lin Qiao also had a fever.His fever stayed at 37 degrees, he was a little dizzy in the room, his cheeks were flushed, and his nose kept running. "Are you sick?"

"One thing, I drank cold medicine just now." Then he said: "Today is Monday, don't you have to go to school?" I didn't go to school.