They call me a fool.
I hummed and walked towards them with a smile. They coaxed and laughed. I am very happy, too. I hummed louder and squinted with laughter. I looked up to see more clearly. They laughed even louder:
"Fool, fool, fool!"
They were so happy that I snorted and reached out and rushed at them.
They spread out "wow" and laughed out of breath.
Suddenly, my forehead hurt, and with a bang, a piece of mud slipped down and landed beside me. I lay on my side, squatted down slowly, picked up the mud and stopped singing. "Well, here it is. . . . . . . Here you are. . . . . . "I handed it to the nearest child.
"Pa", my face is covered with mud. I looked at him and couldn't smile.
Mud crackled behind me and overhead. I squatted down and covered my head and cried. They ran away laughing.
A little girl came running and gently took my hand. She has bright eyes, and I cry in her dark eyes.
Grandpa Dong standing on the street corner took me home.
I'm locked in my little room again. Through the window facing the street, I heard the sound of rain, and I heard them still laughing outside. They laugh and run in the rain. . . . . . I looked up and I could only see a clear window. Outside the window, the rain is falling, sliding through the glass window continuously. . . . . .
(2)
The little girl with bright eyes lives in the building behind the street.
She can play the piano.
I stood outside her yard that day. The branches of the big banyan tree in the yard stick out of the courtyard wall and stick their heads out. The sun shines on me through the branches of banyan trees. I leaned against the courtyard wall and looked up at the sunshine through the cracks in the branches and leaves. The sun burned my eyes and I looked down. My eyes are dark and I can't see clearly. Then, I heard the sound of her playing the piano, jumped into my ears in the darkness, dripped into my heart, turned into beautiful flowers and bloomed in my heart.
I am very happy, singing and dancing in the sun. I turned around and snorted loudly. I heard passers-by laughing at me, quacking at me. The music in my ear is getting louder and faster, and I'm spinning faster and faster. Suddenly, the music stopped. I suddenly stopped like a deflated ball, and then slammed on the courtyard wall.
Something dripped from my head into my eyes. I blinked hard. The sun turned red and the trees turned red. I looked down at my hands and my hands turned red. I howled.
A picturesque woman came out of the yard in soft slippers. She dragged me into the gate, walked past the big banyan tree in the yard, and then went to the back room.
It was there that I saw the little girl with shiny black eyes again. She sat barefoot on the piano chair. She looked at me and her eyes reflected me.
"Xiao Rui, look at him. I'll get him some medicine."
She jumped off the piano chair and took my hand. The warmth in her hand tickles my palm, and my heart itches. I smiled. She smiled too. Giggle. . . . . . I saw that her pupils were brighter, and that was the source of laughter.
She called me little brother.
"Brother, brother, don't move. I'll play the piano for you, so don't move. "
She played the piano, but I did not move. But I started humming. My voice is louder and louder. My singing has the smell of sunshine outside, the fragrance of banyan trees in the sunshine, and the laughter in Xiao Rui's eyes. Xiao Rui stopped and looked at me in surprise. I can't stop. I've been singing.
I'm singing. The song jumped out of my heart. I closed my eyes and heard my song flying over the roof, riding the wings of the wind and chasing the sun happily.
(3)
I was locked in again because I hit my head.
I hummed and played with the red silk thread in my hand. I wound the silk thread around my little finger. After pestering me, I found my little finger red and a little painful. I pulled the thread hard, and my fingers turned red and purple, which made me more miserable. I stopped singing and whined.
Mother wiped her wet hands and ran in. Pulling the thread out of my hand and throwing it away angrily, I began to cry. The thread came back again, so I lowered my head and continued to play.
My mother caressed my head, looked at me and cried when she looked at me. Tears fell on my hands. "mom. . . . . . Whoops, no. . . . . "I sobbed, wiping the tears on my mother's face, and felt uncomfortable. I don't know why my mother is crying, but her tears are cold and fall straight into my heart.
The red silk thread entangled my hand again.
It's always cold in the room. I looked up at the window facing the street. The sun shone through the window, and the rotating dust ran up the light column. I heard the laughter of the children outside the window and ran into my heart through the window.
4)
I ran out again.
The sunshine outside is really good, and I am laughing. Grandpa Adong, who stands on the street corner, waved to me. Sunlight is hidden in the wrinkles on his face.
"Little guy, warm!" He smiled at me, and the sun jumped out of his wrinkles and ran to my face. I snorted.
The children are all around the small pool in the park. I saw Xiao Rui. I ran to her screaming.
"Brother, come on, let's play together!" Xiao Rui's clear and bright voice reached my ears.
"Ha ha ha, little brother, ha ha ha, little brother. . . . . . "The other children laughed and imitated Xiao Rui. Their voices are so sharp that my ears hurt like red silk thread.
Xiao Rui handed me a shiny pebble. "Brother, let's throw a stone and see who throws it far."
The stone plopped into the pool, splashing a whirlpool of water.
Hehehe, I smiled, and the water vortex overflowed lazily, so did I.
A white butterfly landed on my shoulder. Xiao Rui screamed loudly. Next to him came a big child with a satisfied dimple in his mouth. He reached out and pinched the butterfly's wings. I saw the butterfly's feet flapping and its wings bulging.
I saw him walking back and forth with a butterfly and putting it in front of other children over and over again. He smiled in their screams. In the sun, I saw the powder on the butterfly, and I could hear the butterfly scream.
I screamed.
"What? Let it fly. " Xiao Rui pleaded.
He let go of his hand and the butterfly's wing was hurt.
"It's ruined. Forget it. Go to hell. "
He smiled, picked up the pebbles shining in the sun and smashed the butterflies on the ground. Once, twice, three times. . . . . . The butterfly's scream disappeared and there was silence all around. I can hear the sound of dust flying all over the sky
As soon as he raised his hand, the butterfly flew into the water like a fallen leaf and floated quietly on the water.
"You are my butterfly! Give me back my butterfly! " Xiao Rui cried and shouted.
I screamed and jumped into the pool. The cool water didn't reach my waist, so I let out a moan and reached for the butterfly. I came to the ground wet and grabbed the butterfly wet with water.
"Here, here." I handed it to Xiao Rui. The butterfly lies quietly in my palm, like a white petal.
"It's dead."
I saw the tears in Xiao Rui's eyes trickling out slowly, flowing through my heart and wetting my heart.
(5)
Mom is angry. She tore my wet pants and slapped my naked ass. She forbade me to go to the park again.
There is a special smell in the air. I heard the old lady next door talking to her mother outside the window.
"Adonbo died last night."
I snorted and picked up a plastic pen cover on the ground. I haven't met my mother. I'll try the pen cover in my mouth. I put it in my mouth for a while, then spit it out and hold it in my hand.
"Really, how did this happen?"
I know they are talking about the old man standing at the corner. My hands are wet with saliva on the pen cover. I dumped them.
"Good people died of natural causes, and they didn't suffer any evil. They died in their sleep. "
I complained. I remembered the butterfly in the water, and I saw Xiao Rui's tears fall on the butterfly.
Mom came in. I groaned and walked around the room, looking for the pen cover. Where did I throw it?
He's dead. Like that butterfly, he can't move any more. I will never see that sunny face again, and no one will say to me, "Little guy, it's so warm."
"Silly boy, what's the matter, looking for? What have you lost? " Mother lowered her head and helped me find something blankly.
I looked down, I couldn't say it. But I'm sad. No one knows how sad a fool is. Mom left me and walked away. I walked back and forth uneasily, alone, feeling sorry for losing the wrinkled smiling face in the sunshine.
I snorted, and sadness welled up in my heart. I hear angels sigh and angels cry. Because I found myself crying. I can't sing any more. All the notes are stuck in my chest. I'm crying. Let the notes pass through my chest.
(6)
I like singing. I am always singing. I can't express too many words. My words are in my song. I cry in the song, and I laugh in the song.
I will play with Xiao Rui whenever I get a chance. Xiao Rui wants to practice, so I just sit and listen to her practice. I like listening to the piano. I can hear angels singing in the piano. I am happy when she is happy, and I am sad when she cries. I listened quietly, afraid to let out the atmosphere, for fear of disturbing the angels in the piano.
"Little brother, you play, you play." Xiao Rui jumped off the piano chair and took my hand. I muttered, ecstatic. The smooth keys reflect the soft light of the piano lamp, and the dark cover reflects a pair of happy hands. I hesitate to press a key, and the piano calls me affectionately. I am smiling. I heard the voice of an angel. It's in my mind. She is singing. She is singing a beautiful song that I have never heard before. I stretched out my hands with joy and wanted to hear her sing. My fingers are so stupid, why can't I move? ! I'm screaming, the angel's song is getting farther and farther away, and she's gone! I bowed my head sadly.
"Don't worry, little brother, you sing and I play."
But I can't find the angel song. I lost her. I am sad.
(7)
I told my mother that I wanted to learn piano.
Mother bought an old piano that others didn't want.
Nobody taught me, so I played it myself. I don't want to go out again. I play every day. I soon became familiar with these keys. I found that my fingers can slowly find the place to sing on the keys.
Now, if I want, I can sing with my fingers.
I often hear angels singing in my ear. In her singing, I can see the sunshine in Adong's father-in-law's wrinkles, scratching my forehead warmly; I can hear butterflies again, which makes my ears ache; I can still see Xiao Rui's black eyes, clear as water, and his pulse reaches my heart. I sang them all with my fingers.
Mother wants to know how I can hear angels singing. Later, my mother invited a piano teacher from Xiao Rui. She listened to me quietly for a long time and froze. She said I was an angel because I was a musical genius.
The piano teacher wants to teach me fingering, but I can't learn it. But I can play her music word for word. Those notes are my old friends. I know when they are happy and when they are shy. But I don't like to repeat other people's music. I like the angel's own singing.
They call me an idiot genius.
Many people I don't know have gone home. They want to hear me play the piano. When I played the piano, they gave an exclamation and scared away the angels. I was fidgety and growling. I'm not playing. I shut myself in my little room. It was very cold in the room. I saw the bright skylight outside the window and burned my eyes.
(8)
One day, it suddenly occurred to me that I hadn't seen Xiao Rui for a long time. I heard from my mother that she went to the piano in the middle school attached to the Conservatory of Music. I didn't come back until the school holiday was hot.
They leveled the pool in the park, and then dug beside it, saying that they wanted Gai Lou. I sometimes go there to watch them dig. They made a loud noise when they dug, which made my ears deaf.
It's getting hotter and hotter, and my hands always sweat when I play the piano. Xiao Rui will be back soon.
She's back!
"Little brother, little brother, how are you?" Xiao Rui's black eyes reflected my joy, and I didn't know where to put my hand. I screamed and the angel sang loudly in my ear. I have never heard such a happy song!
"Day. . . . . . Angel. . . . . . Angels sing. . . . . . Song, hehehe. "
I sat on the piano chair, my fingers singing the voice of an angel just now. My heart is beating with joy. Shining golden sunshine penetrates my heart from my head, beautiful notes dance in that golden light, and blazing joy flies from my heart to everything around me on the wings of the piano. I shook my head and smiled.
"Little brother, you play it again, I want to write it down!" Xiao Rui's black pupils sparkled.
Angels are still singing in my ear, repeating the melody over and over again. I shook my head, the melody fluctuated between my fingers, and I could hear bloom's voice in my heart. The air is filled with the fragrance of grass leaves in the sun.
The angel stopped singing, and so did my hands. She left again. I'm a little depressed. Always like this. She finished singing and left. How much I want to hear her sing again. I looked down.
"Brother, I wrote down the theme, chorus, do you remember? Can you play again? "
I shook my head. I am exhausted. When the angel left, my heart sank and I was dizzy.
"Never mind, little brother, I'll go home and tidy it up. I must write it all down. "
Xiao Rui went home. I looked at her back and felt a lot quieter. I smiled.
(9)
They stopped digging and said they would wait until they had money. After several heavy rains, the pit was filled with water. Mom won't let me near the pit. She said the water was too deep. But I'm not afraid. I like to watch the breeze blowing gently across the water. I like watching the water smile in the sun.
Those children are not afraid either. They also like to play by the water.
He was there too, the boy who killed the butterfly. I know him. He has a dimple when he smiles. His dimples always remind me of butterflies. People with such lovely dimples really shouldn't kill butterflies.
All the children listen to him. They don't like me, I know, because they always giggle when they see me, "idiot!" " Stupid wood! "
I ignored him. I threw stones at the water's edge, and now I can throw them far away.
"How deep is this water?" Cried the boy "Who dares to go down and try?"
No one answered.
"Hey, hey, you are all cowards. If I dare to go down, give me a map each! "
Everyone laughed and coaxed. "You got off. Do you really dare to go down? "
"What's the big deal! Up to my waist! " The boy's dimples came out again.
I saw him throw away his clothes and trousers and suddenly slide into the water. He smiled when he entered the water. "Wow, ha, ha, ha! Wow, hahaha! " The water lost his chest.
"Wow ha ha ha. . . . . . Wow. . . . . . "The laughter suddenly stopped and his head suddenly sank into the water.
"Ha ha ha. . . . . . hahaha. . . . . . "The children all laughed.
"save. . . . . . Save. . . . . . "He fluttered in the water.
"Ha, ha, ha, scared us. . . . . . "Their laughter is getting louder and louder.
My heart was pounding, and the white butterfly in my head that was wet with water suddenly began to scream again. I threw down a small stone and ran to them.
They were still laughing, so I plunged into the water. My ears were flooded, and many butterflies screamed. Their screams came at me through the water curtain. I fluttered and took a deep breath, and cold water and a little air poured into my throat. I have a bad cough, and more water rushes into my trachea. Angels are also screaming, piercing my chest sharply, my eyes become hazy, cold water overflows my head, I try to raise my head, open my mouth, and there is no air! No air! My hand touched his body in the water, and I tried to lift him up. I soon sank. I opened my eyes wide, and there was a hazy sky overhead. I saw him rise into the sky. I reached for the light, but I couldn't catch it. It was getting farther and farther away from me, and darkness covered my eyes. . . . . I want to see it again, I want to see my mother again, I want to see Xiao Rui again, and the beautiful skylight, I think. . . . . .
The angel's scream is far away, and the song rings gently, but I can't hear it clearly. . . . . .
(10) Postscript
Ten years later.
The concert hall was packed with people. This is a benefit performance donated by a young pianist for children with mental retardation.
Applause thundered, and after the curtain call, Xiao Rui was invited to the stage again by uninterrupted applause.
Xiao Rui pondered for a long time in front of the piano.
"What I want to share with you is a very special tune-"Singing of Angels ". The composer is a mentally retarded teenager with great musical talent. "
She played a tune that no one had ever heard before. Great joy, great love and great sorrow, water-like warmth after sorrow, high and passionate passion. . . . . . It permeates the whole space and shakes every sentimental soul. The thunderous applause is for her and for the soul born for music. At that moment, their hearts crossed time and space and met in one place.
After the performance, she got up unhurriedly and walked to the stage.
"The boy who composed music has left this world in order to save a child who fell into the water."
"Before he died, people called him a fool. In fact, he just lives in a different world from us. In our world, he is a fool because he doesn't understand many things we say and do. In his world, we may also be fools, because we can't understand the songs of angels. Even if you understand it, it is not as complete as what he heard. "
"He has a beautiful heart. He can feel all the beautiful feelings that we can express in beautiful words. Even the subtle feelings that exist in our hearts are difficult to express, he can grasp them, turn them into music and express them. "
"I know he has many' fool' brothers and sisters. They are not as lucky as he is, because they can't express all their feelings at all and let us smell their inner fragrance. They were despised and laughed at. They are often not taken good care of, because who wants to work hard for a hopeless result? "
"They can only hide in the dark, live in other places, look at their peers and play happily in the sun. Believe me, every' fool' is the darling of heaven like us. Every fool, like us, has an angel in his heart.
"If we calm down, we will certainly hear angels singing in their hearts."
The concert hall fell silent.
Then, a burst of thunderous applause, for a long, long time. . . . . .