The little boy "tied" happiness, joy, smile and home around my neck, and I will take these with me from now on.
The little boy looked at me and smiled, but I felt his deep loneliness and helplessness, as well as a trace of unspeakable emotions.
Aren't you happy? Are you lonely? Are you like me, with a father who doesn't want you and a mother who suddenly disappears? Are we all wounded children who need more love to make up for the hurt in our hearts?
That little winged angel shines with a cunning light on my chest, making it impossible to open my eyes and unable to leave my sight.
"These are called angel wings. Anyone with them will be happy, smile, and have a warm and happy home." The little boy's voice lingered in my ears for a long time.
Will there be a smile? Will there be happiness? Meeting? Will there be a home? Why do you suddenly feel that this is your own mumbling? Why do you feel his loneliness and pain? Does the little boy also have a deep wound that cannot be healed? A wound that no one can go away but cannot heal?
We were still young at that time, and I was still young at that time. I couldn't really feel his pain. In fact, what hurts more than pain is hatred. What makes people more desperate than hatred is that hatred cannot be resolved. Our encounter, the first encounter, was in the snow. From that moment on, this boy with a warm smile but extremely lonely was deeply imprinted in my heart.
However, none of us knew that from that moment on, we were just inseparable threads, getting entangled tighter and tighter, becoming more and more messy until we disappeared...