That summer, it was so hot that if you laid a raw egg on the street, it would be cooked.
I wore shorts and walked around all day. I had nothing to do. I told my dad that I wanted to play rock n roll! My dad said get lost.
So I got out.
In fact, to this day, I am still grateful for my dad's call. Without that call, I would not have met this person.
I walked from Dongzhimen to Di'anmen. When I was tired, I ran to the curb and squatted down to take a rest.
I saw a small black figure squatting in the distance, with a cigarette butt flickering. Walking over, I saw a child squatting on the ground drawing circles, the cigarette in his hand almost burning his hand.
"Hey! Children don't learn well and are smoking here! Hand it over!"
Then the child looked up.
At that moment, I didn't know what to say. He blinked and looked at me without speaking. His eye circles were red and his chin was swollen.
It was really hot, so hot that my heart panicked.
To this day, I still can't forget that look of him, aggrieved and stubborn, with a face full of unwillingness to admit defeat, but his heart is indeed softer than anything else. This is the person I love, my Mumu, my own Mumu.
I wiped the sweat off my head, squatted down, leaned into his ear, and said softly: "Who bullied you? I'll kill him!"
The child looked at me, smiled, and stretched out his hand: "My name is Qiao Mumu!"
Qiao Mumu, Qiao Mumu, I look up to you, you are the light from the sky, shining directly into my heart.