Chapter 11 puppet shop
"Ordinary puppet store, let you remember the good old days. Ordinary puppet store, bring you something extraordinary."
In this afternoon, Dong Ming slowly put down the newspaper in his hand, lit a cigarette slowly, and then closed his eyes slowly, thinking carefully about the crappy advertisement in the newspaper.His movements are calm, slow, and skilled, just like a silent film that has been staged for a hundred years.
The limited sunlight outside the window moved westward, and his face quickly melted into the shadows.He inserted half of the cigarette into the ashtray filled with water, and the red fire head struggled on the light blue water, and let out a sigh of "chi".
He reached out to pick up his sleeping son and looked at it carefully.
The little guy was awakened with a start, his eyes as clear as water flashed with distressing light.
"Dad..." Dongming gently pressed his son's lips with his fingers.
At this moment, his heart was full of bitterness.This child seems to be born to be painful, but deep in his heart, there is an unspeakable jealousy.He was really jealous of his son's eyes, because there was a purity in them that he didn't have, so pure that no impurities could be tolerated.And he is already the dust left over from the world, old, ugly, and full of vulgarity.
"Dad, I miss Mom."
"I want it too……"
Dongming's heart suddenly tightened at his son's words, and he couldn't help but look up at the family portrait hanging on the wall.In the photo, he is in the middle, his son is on the left, and a woman with a beautiful face and a permanent smile is on the right.His eyes suddenly became meaningful...
At this time, the son broke free from his father's arms, jumped up and picked up the newspaper on the coffee table, pointed to the advertisement and said, "Dad, I know this puppet shop. It's near our house. I pass by every day after school. The puppet shop in the window It's so pretty!"
A vague smile appeared on the corner of Dongming's mouth.He stroked his son's hair and said softly: "Mom will come back sooner or later, I promise."
The son picked up his beloved toy pistol, shouted and ran out of the room into the sunset.
In the setting sun, stood Dongming's parents, they were very close to each other, their bodies were covered with a layer of brilliant gold, and their eyes were equally bright.
Seeing his son's jumping figure, Dong Ming, who was sitting in the shadow, stood up, stretched fiercely, turned and entered a door.
After that, the door was locked with a bang.