Invisible love

A summer evening, the sky very well. I went for a walk, in a clearing, he saw a 10-year-old little boy and a woman. The child is doing very rough with a slingshot to play a stand in the ground, he had 78 meters far away from the bottle.

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.

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