The child can sometimes shot he missed one meter, but fluctuated. I stood not far behind him, watching him play that bottle, because I have not seen a slingshot to play so bad child. The woman sitting on the grass, pick up from a pile of stones in a gently Didao kids hands, smiling peacefully. The child Bianba pebbles on the leather, the break out, and then took one. Since women’s eyes can see, she is the child’s mother.

The child is very serious and hold your breath Aiming for a long time before we hit a bomb. But I could see him standing next to the bomb will not hit, but he still kept playing.

I walked up right and that his mother, said:

“Let me teach him how to fight you?”

The boy stopped, but still looked at the direction of the bottle.

His mother told me laughed. “Thank you, no!” She paused, looked at the child and gently said, “He could not see.”

I was shock.

, And realized I murmured: “Oh … … I’m sorry! But why?”

“Other children are so playing.”

“Uh … …” I said, “but he can play in it … … how?”

“I told him, there will always hit the.” The mother said quietly, “The key is he did not.”

I was silent.

After a long time, the frequency of the boy gradually slow down, he has tired.

His mother did not say anything, still very peacefully picking up Dan Zier, smiled, but the pace of delivery has also slowed down.

I slowly discovered that the child was regularly beaten, he hit a bullet to the side of the shift a little, playing a bomb, sub-point, and then slowly back again.

He only knows the general direction ah!

Ye Feng gently welling up cricket in the grass Qingchang up, there is now a Graceful ease marquee stars. That by Browne issued a “crackling” sound and stones collapsing on the floor of the “pop” sound is still monotonously repeated. For those children, night and day, and there is no difference.

Then, after a long time, darkness enveloped down, I have to see the outline of the bottle was unclear.

“It seems that today he could not hit.” I would like to. Hesitated a moment for them to say “goodbye”, it turned to walk back.

Out not far behind him sounded crisp sound of a bottle of fragmentation.

She told Susan, she said: “This was originally a gentleness autumn, and she drove with a 3-year-old and 14-month-old two children, traveling in the quiet road, suddenly a car Cuanshang criminals, armed coercion She got off with her children, and sped away.

But she could do was stand by the roadside, on the instant disappearance of the car waving, shouting, “Good-bye, the kids, my mother always love you.” Binghan endless and dark.

Throughout the United States are praying for her crying, there a woman a letter to a television station: the Susan was lying.

Woman said that she is also a mother, also in the landslide stone split moment, I got ask for directions, a rotor, vehicles were driven away, while the board, she was juvenile infant daughter.

She said she fell into the large group Fengliaoyiban exhaust and dust and to mandate, handbags sell the fly, Canhao shouting, not knowing that what others can not understand - she is a naturalized Chinese-American, at the moment and forget to do English , only the mother tongue has kept Kuanghu “help” or “lay down my child.” Of other languages is no longer possible.

High-heeled shoes prevent her, threw the last one pulled off a sudden snatch, and she desperately to catch up. At the rate of forgetting can not compete with the cars can not see the foot of gravel, glass debris, asphalt, the only thought is this: her daughter. She just moved to a small Asian woman, such as the leopard is the moment, such as eagles, potential, such as Feng Hu, and even criminals have also been intimidated, and abandoned the vehicle and flee. Her skirt full tear, ankle sprain, foot shed the bright red blood.

Of life and death taught her sharp bold. Therefore, she said, that moment, without a mother, would be as noble as Susan calmly.

Nine days and nine nights of the hunt, the children were found. Not in the dark night, not in the forest, while submerged in ice-cold lake. Susan, finally surrendered to the police was indeed her, because that passion greed, personally kill their children.

Things in 1994. Occasionally a book, read the cause and effect, and that strange woman’s letter. I bow low one, in fact, no tears. I think I understand.

I still do not, and a mother, nor did the aftermath of the death, but I stood height of forest, watching the love light away, as if there is whipped stork bird in his shoes, he was anxious to catch up to another woman’s dating you? the truth to match that mournful eyes. Do not know or we should say good-bye at the Leila before, but I can not do. Because I love him.

I began to hypocrisy, but pretended not to listen to lies, ignorance; I learned how to get a glimpse, like a snake shop around to find the evil spirit line, and very belittle itself;

My story is the more prepared the better, Hollywood writers have no such a rich gold, just to let him stay for a minute.

Finally, I hit him a slap. Simply Excitement, shooting moments, like the desperate mother who, far throws her high-heeled shoes. Do not throw? Is not important.

More love, there is more than accept defeat; more gentle, there are more violent, love too lips with blood, tears in the eyes, chest of struggle of love and hate, love to, such as conjoined twins connected like flesh and blood. Afford to spare, you definitely can not be as easy to twist to a mosaic-like smile.

Unable to retain knowledge, to close no less than, but could not control I reverse the wild creatures. Which was, I was middle of the night on the streets, chasing cars woman. I silent cry, he did not hear.