"Can the moon that fell into the mire still shine?"
The little boy didn't understand the meaning behind this sentence. He squatted next to his elder brother and scratched the mud in front of them with his white fingers. "Did you fall into the mud, Moon? Why did the Moon fall into the mud?" He asked innocently.
"No reason"
"If you fall into the mud, just take it out and wash it," the little man continued to say innocently.
A few crisp words seemed to explode in Wen Zaizhou's ears. His white and tender fingers not only moved the muddy water, but also moved the young man's muddy heart.
The little man continued, "My favorite doll fell into a mud puddle. Grandma An took it home and washed it, and then it returned to its original appearance. There is no trace that it fell into a mud puddle."
"Brother, I remembered it. Just like the day I picked you up, you turned into a beautiful brother after washing you with fragrance." As he said this, he turned his head and blinked at Wen Zaizhou with a pair of bright eyes and smiled.
Wen Zaizhou looked at the little man in front of him and suddenly let out a deep breath. His shoulders that had been straightened relaxed. Looking at the little man smiling at him, he took him into his arms and said silently in his heart, "Thank you."
"Let's go home." After Wen Zaizhou relieved his burden, he felt much lighter and said to the person in his arms.
"Brother, wait a minute, my fingers are dirty. I need to wipe them." Mu Qing stretched out the dirty finger to show Wen Zaizhou.
Wen Zaizhou smiled when he heard this, but he didn't expect that this little big carrot head was a little bit germy.
There was nothing to wipe at hand, so Wen Zaizhou simply grabbed that finger and wiped it on the lapel of his black T-shirt.
After wiping, he picked up Mu Qing and said, "Let's go home."
The little Mu Qing felt that something was wrong just now, but his fingers were cleaner than before, so he didn't care. He stretched out his arms and hugged Wen Zaizhou's neck, put his head on the shoulder, and repeated "go home" in a sticky voice.
Two figures, one large and one small, faced the beautiful sunset and walked step by step from the field ridge towards home. The older boy's back was a little more firm and calm than when he came. The decadence and confusion seemed to have been left in the mire just now. The young boy now seemed like a big tree washed by a round of spring rain.
Purpose: Since you can't decide the past, why not try to change the future?