3. Don’t trust children
Don’t trust the kids.
The horns were ringing and almost torn down the windows, so I became more busy.
I finally got in the car, I looked at the watch, and said to Zhang Tao, “I actually got up early and packed my bags last night, but when I left, I forgot to put the children’s files in a box, and I turned them over and repackaged them. I went out, I forgot to lock the door, and I went upstairs to make sure, and I fell down because of the rush, and I forgot to get a Band-Aid…
“All right, all right! Zhang Tao’s hand was swaying: Stop talking and get in the car! You’re late! I’m sorry.
I threw up my tongue, sat in the front row, and Zhang Tao looked at me, hounded my horn and ran into the traffic outside the neighborhood.
Lee Wing passed me a bottle of mineral water: “The nine children this time, most of them are autistic, and we have to be patient with them.” I’m sorry.
I wrinkled my head a little, “Isn’t it eight?” I’m sorry.
“Oh, the parents of a child called last night to say that they had to add their children.” I’m sorry.
“What’s wrong with their children? I’m sorry.
“No, they say their children have no problems with their physical and mental health. Li Ying says:
“Why did they let their children join the camp for children with such problems? Don’t worry about your kids and problem kids. I’m sorry.
“That’s what I told them. But they insist on sending. It is said that both husband and wife are going abroad, that the children have no place to go and are placed in boarding kindergartens, and that they fear that there are too many children in such kindergartens and that their children cause trouble. I’m sorry.
“What can kids do? “My parents are so irresponsible right now. No wonder there’s so many children! I’m sorry.
At that point, Zhang Tao suddenly turned around and said, “It’s not the number of children with problems, it’s the number of parents who focus on their child’s mental health. When we were kids, we had more problems, but none of our parents understood that. I’m sorry.
Zhang Tao said something, and it was drowned in the loudspeaker. I didn’t hear it.
Lee Ying, who had heard me, looked at me in a strange way, and said, “Nine, nine, and one more, and the child’s parents promised us three times more.” I’m sorry.
Three times the money– blocking me and Zhang Tao’s mouth.
Who has a grudge against money? I, Li Ying and Zhang Tao, graduates of the Department of Psychology, are dissatisfied with child psychology, and half a bottle wanders. Isn’t it just for money?
With the sharp brakes, the bus stopped at the door of the company, and the parents had gathered to talk about their children.
I took a quick look at the children who were afraid to hide behind their parents, and took a deep breath and made out the sweetest and sweetest smile. Parents, children, we’re leaving! I’m sorry.
Some parents crouched down and whispered something to the kids. Others helped Zhang Tao put his luggage in the car. With Lee Qingqing’s name, a child and his parents were torn to pieces and stuffed into the bus. And when the weeping smiteth the sky, as if it were dead. Lee gave me the name of the last child, and put it on the list and whispered to me, “The next time you name me, I won’t call you again. Look at the children crying as if I had a death list. I’m sorry.
I smiled and started counting my little heads: “One less.” I’m sorry.
Lee frowns and frowns and opens up his list: “The stone! Stones? Where’s the stone boy? I’m sorry.
“Oh, teacher! I’m here! I was helping the uncle with his luggage! “A little boy with white shirts and pants comes out of the car, and he smiles, and he has a cute little dimple.
He came up with a small chest, reached out with a small hand, and delivered an envelope to Lee Wing: “Oh, this is my tuition.” I’m sorry.
“Where are your parents? “I crouched down and touched his little head, soft, fluffy, good hand.
“Oh, my God! Mom and Dad are probably boarding now. They can’t get me there. My father says take good care of my son! “When the stone says the last word, it’s full of grown-ups.
Lee Ying looks at the stone on his lips and murmurs: “It’s like his father said.” I’m sorry.
I smiled, and I patted him on the shoulder, “Well! What a man!
It was not until the bus got out of town that the children stopped crying, perhaps because they also understood that even if they cried, it would be useless; perhaps because of the face of the stone.
It’s good to be stoned, with 10 little fingers squeezing on his face, and his handsome little face becomes a slide, and he becomes a fox, and he becomes a puppy, and he becomes an old ducky mouse and a Pooh bear.
“Well, I’ll clap my hands and show you to calm down.” “I’ll introduce myself, my last name is Sun, and you can call me Mr. Sun to take care of everyone’s food and food; this beautiful sister is Mrs. Li, who will lead us to the song and dance and play; and that very strong uncle, Chang, who is our bodyguard and driver, who will be able to find him at night when people are afraid. This time we’re going to take you all to a very beautiful farm on Tron Mountain for a month, and in that month we’re a family. After the teacher’s introduction, do the kids have to introduce themselves? I’m sorry.
I looked around the silent car, and the children, either with dolls or biting on the horns, kept their mouths shut and looked at me in silence, as if their names were a vital secret to the survival of the nation.
I’m just a little exaggerating, autistic kids. Where do you expect them to be active? Finally, my eyes were on the stone and I looked at him with encouragement. At this moment, I’m glad there’s a normal, lively kid in the car.
The stone saw my eyes, licked my lips, stood bravely in the middle of the car and said, “Oh, my God! My name is Stone, this year, six and a half! I’m a fox! I’m sorry.
At that moment, a little girl named Ljugarja stood up with a doll: “You lie!” There are no foxes in life! I’m sorry.
“Oh, my God! What did you say in life? “It’s hard to believe the stone.”
“The rat’s ugly cow…” and “Lugarja” really started counting, but it was wrong. So the stone says that as long as the other seven people can count out 12 and prove that there are no foxes in it, he shows us.
So everyone started counting. Fortunately, with Lee Wing’s help, it’s over.
“Oh, what?” I’m ready for the show! I’m sorry.
“I’ll tell you a story…”
The story is that one man has a goldfish, and he teaches goldfish smiles at home every day.
One day, when he had something to do, he asked his neighbour to come and replace him. The neighbor wondered, “How can the goldfish smile?” The man said: As long as you keep smiling at it, it will learn to smile. The neighbors promised him.
When he came home, he found his neighbor sitting in front of the fish tank, with his mouth full.
Instead of teaching the goldfish to smile, the neighbours learned to chirp with the goldfish.
“Oh, my God! What does this story tell us? “The stone ends up asking, but no child can answer him.
When I arrived at my destination, I whispered to Li Ying, “Beware of the child of the stone, who is in trouble. I’m sorry.
“What’s the problem?” Lee wrinkled.
And I was so nervous that I swallowed my mouth, and I said, “Don’t you think he’s not like a child? I’m sorry.
Lee Noded: When he gave me tuition, he spoke exactly the same way his father said on the phone yesterday, and now think carefully, I feel a bit cautious. I’m sorry.
I shook my head: “This is not what I said. It’s nothing. I mean, what he did in the car was not like a kid. I’m sorry.
Li Ying said, “Are you saying he said he was a fox on purpose to stimulate and inspire other children? I’m sorry.
“Hmm! “How can a child think like this? That’s the only way I’ve ever seen my teacher.
“What teacher? What teacher?
“It’s nothing…” I turned around, and I turned the subject back on the stone, and said, “And the last story he told, do you understand?” I’m sorry.
Li Wing shakes his head: “It’s a bit like understanding.” The heart seemed to understand some of the meaning of the story, but it could not be expressed accurately. I’m sorry.
Encouraging children to make friends with each other, encouraging children to make friends with farm chicken ducks, encouraging children to make friends with farm fish, and developing their social abilities and love are the main purposes of this summer camp.
But these intransigent, one-child children, three days in a row, who don’t care about anyone, even a team game, are in total disarray, and even the stone that looks a little bit more normal.
The stone lost its vibrancy in the car from the moment it saw the fish in the farm. He became silent and even acting weird.
Every day, he crawled by the pond and whispered into it and smiled at it.
If you ask him what he’s doing, you’ll regret it. “I teach fish to smile in the pond.” I’m sorry.
And when he says this, the piety of his eyes and the firmness of your face make you feel that if you do so, you will commit a great sin.
In private, the three of us discussed it with each other.
Zhang Tao said, “I don’t know why I stopped him, it’s like constipation.”
Li Wing said that the child’s eyes were like a magic;
Yes, Li Ying is right, the child has a mysterious power that makes you like, likes extremes, likes fear.
If you like it, if you’re afraid, if you want to stop it, if you want to stop it, if you want to stop it, the pond is a dangerous place.
It’s time to play the game! I stood behind him: “Wait till free time and you come back and teach them.” I’m sorry.
“Oh, no? “Sun, look, I have taught fish to smile.” I’m sorry.
“Really? * I’ll fall down and you’ll pretend to believe it *
The water in the pond is not clear, but it is not very confusing. And a red goldfish came up, and his mouth came out, and he turned towards the bottom of the water, and, as soon as it turned, he showed me a shameful and charming smile.
Yeah, that’s a goldfish smile.
Have you seen a real goldfish smiling? If you’ve seen it, you’ll scream like me.
“Oh, yeah? Mr Sun, what’s wrong with you? The stone turned around, drumming on the cheeks, half a mouth and blinking like a fish in a pond.
Stones! Don’t make faces at a time like this! I was screaming back a few steps.
So the stone smiled, the cheeks laughed, and the fish smiled.
He said, “Oh, what? Did you say goldfish taught me to talk?” Or did I teach goldfish to smile? I’m sorry.
“The stone! You’re going to wash the dishes today! I screamed out of control, and I was surprised by my own performance.
But his face was not just like a smiled fish, but like a man.
A dead man.
Exactly, the face of a drowned man.
Lee Young and Zhang Tao looked at me like they were looking at a stranger. They all felt that I was a little overexcited because I insisted on calling the parents of the stone and asking them to find someone to pick him up. This kid shouldn’t be here.
Lee Wing said, “Are you insane? Kids like to say strange things and do strange things. It’s normal. Can’t we understand that all day with the kids? I’m sorry.
Yes, Li Ying is right. Kids have a lot of strange ideas and behaviors, and I used to think it wasn’t wrong, but now I find it’s not. Not just stone, but also other children, who say that there is always a reason to do that, and they do not do the strange things for no reason.
Like stone.
The stone will not show me the face of a body that was 20 years ago for no reason.
Li Wing finally made a deal, and she handed me a note with a starter number, saying, “Long story short, it’s international roaming.” I’m sorry.
The signal doesn’t look good. The phone squeaked and rang for a long time. Are you the father of the stone? I’m a summer school teacher! I’m sorry.
“Yeah. What’s the matter, Mr. Sun? Is there a problem again? “It’s not like it’s a little emotional.
“Uh…” I don’t know how to say it, because I’m ridiculous anyway. Shall I say that your son is a monster and a terrible child, and that he is likely to be possessed now?
“Ah,” he smiled, and laughed, and said, “The boy is too lively, likes to imitate others, and likes to say nonsense. Just don’t take his words seriously, it’s all right.” Remember, don’t believe him. And…
The phone is broken here, call back, it’s no longer available.
It was as if I had crawled behind my back and couldn’t help but look back.
He licked his lips, “Oh, yeah? What did my father say?”
“That’s not your dad’s phone. * I’m ecstatic.
“Oh, I heard you. The stone went one step further, and his face in the sun went down immediately: “Did my father say, “This is a child who likes to imitate others and who likes to talk nonsense, don’t take his words seriously?” When he said that, his father was just like him, and if it wasn’t for that childish voice, I really suspected that the father of the stone was standing opposite me.
I’m not saying anything, and I’m like, “Oh, my dad says that to almost everyone, don’t take his words seriously. He said, “Son, go and see. May is crying, not only does she not take a nap, but she doesn’t let any of the other kids take a nap.” I’m sorry.
May Xiaog’s little face is red and she can’t breathe. She was pointing at the stone and crying with resentment: “Teacher, the stone was sprayed with perfume on my towel!” I’m sorry.
In that case, I found out that the child was always smelling of a light man’s perfume. You know how to spray perfume when you’re so young?
The stone says innocently, “Who lets May Xiaomeng sleep next to me?” The smell of her towel on it is awful! He said he wrinkled his nose, and that’s what a child should look like.
May Xiaomei is also a child with a tendency to be self-obsessed, who is introverted and never talks to other children. She can’t leave her doll without this dirty towel. She was only able to sleep with this towel on a daily basis, and her parents were troubled by it.
“Here’s the deal. I sat on her little bed gently: “Can I wash your towels and wash away the perfume?” This may be a good opportunity to change her stink.
“No good! Mae Xiaomei continues to cry: “Then wash away my smell!” I want my smell I want my smell I want my smell I want my smell I want my crying to keep hitting the roof, and at first she cried for her towels, and then she just started crying about Mom and Dad. When the boss opened up, all the kids cried, screaming in their mouths. It’s like this little bedroom turned out to be a collective funeral for the sons and daughters.
Only the stone didn’t cry. He did not know when he would be sitting back in his little bed, holding a comic book with a taste and ignoring the cries of the house.
At this point, it doesn’t matter to me why the other kids are not crying, but why not?
I’m going to walk over, “Why don’t you cry? I’m sorry.
He looked up and looked at me with some sarcasm: “Oh, what? Did the teacher want me to cry? I’m sorry.
I shake my head: Don’t you want your parents? I’m sorry.
“Oh, no. “It’s a fine story, and he looks down at the comic.
“Why?”
“Oh, my God! Because whenever I want to see them, I can! I’m sorry.
“Anytime”?
“Oh, my God. Any time. He raised his head again and said to me, “I know that teachers do not believe me.” Because my dad told you not to believe me. But I’m telling the truth. It’s my dad who lied. You don’t believe my dad. I’m sorry.
“Well, how do you prove you’re not lying? * After all, it’s a child, I smile a little and continue to seduce *
He looked me in the eye for a few seconds, and he came up with a little mirror under his pillow, and he said, “Oh, well, you know my dad. I’m sorry.
He took a deep breath into the mirror, and his look changed. Yes, the five officers are also the children’s five officers, but their faces and eyes are completely a middle-aged man, and even their tone is, “Sun, have you caused a lot of trouble with my taste?” I’m so sorry. We can’t go back home, we don’t have any relatives and friends in the country. I’m sorry.
I took a breath and suspected that his father’s soul had been transferred to him. Then the stone changed its looks and eyes, and a beautiful, gentle woman, and his tone became soft and humble: “Yes, Mr. Sun, we’ll thank you very much when we return next month.” You’re a naughty boy.
Looking at the stone, it seems as if there was a beautiful young woman in front of me, even smiling with the sweet smell of sunshine.
“Oh, my God! Now you believe me? As long as I miss them, look in the mirror and they come back. I’m sorry.
Lee Ying and Zhang Tao came in sometime, and they looked at the amazing performance of the stone, and they couldn’t stop breathing.
Zhang Tao whispered, “That’s terrible. Did his parents’ souls just fly in from abroad and drill into his body?” I’m sorry.
Li Ying Zheng was angry and struck Zhang Tao: “Fuck you! I think this kid’s a genius who’ll be a great actor or a great liar. She thought about her head, and then she looked down and said something in her ear, and the stone noded and stood up.
It was her idea to start this company and now to use the stone to take pictures of the parents.
But I don’t think that’s a good idea.
Li Ying said to everyone, “Be quiet, don’t cry. A rocky little friend can do magic! He’ll turn your parents’ souls into his own so you can meet them! I’m sorry.
The sound of the crying in the bedroom became the sobbing of the daughter-in-law by the sound of the cry, and when the stone showed her parents’ looks against the picture in her hand, the cry in the bedroom stopped, and she laughed and held the stone.
I’m saying it’s not a good idea because the stone is overplaying.
The first one to discover the problem was Liongaja.
The parents of Yoo Gaja, the last performer of the stone, were blinded at the presence of the three adults at the time by the words of surprise and passion. Ljugara said, “You’re amazing! I told you I didn’t have pictures of Mom and Dad. You’re still acting like that! That’s the way my mother looked at me! I’m sorry.
“Yes, the stone is so good that even my father speaks like a man.” I’m sorry.
When I heard that, the three adults could not help but step back and keep a safe distance from the stone. If he imitates his parents’ looks and tone of speech called talent, then he imitates the parents of other children.
So, what if he can mimic each other’s looks without a photograph?
What if, in the case of photographs alone, he even imitates each other’s tone?
What is this? This ability can no longer be described as “genius.” It’s just weird! Horrible! This leads us to wonder that the stone is not a mimic at all and that he may have used some kind of magic to drag the soul of the other.
No, it’s not scary. It’s still scary.
The stone imitated the parents of the children, and suddenly turned around and smiled at Zhang Yu, whose face was purple; he blinked and his eyes were shaking. Finally, he looked at me, and he hollered his cheeks, and looked at me in the eyes of dead fish, and immediately I seized the door.
At night, the children are asleep and the three adults will never fit.
“Sun, you’re right. I should’ve asked his parents to find someone to take the kid! You don’t know that he smiled at noon just like my dead mother! I’m sorry.
Lee Yingbing, desperately, turned to the engine and said, “My boyfriend who died in a car accident, who used to wink at me like a stone at noon today.” This kid is terrible. I shouldn’t have promised his parents! I’m sorry.
I closed my eyes, and in my mind, 20 years ago, the drowned teacher, shivering, “Lee Wing, have you seen his parents?” I’m sorry.
Li Wing shakes his head: “I was going to have his parents fill out the data form before I left. They didn’t show up at all! The children were upset to cry, and it was impossible to see him coming. I’m sorry.
Zhang Tao lit another cigarette: “We know nothing about this child except for the name of stone. I’m sorry.
I nod, “Who knows if he is a stone?” Perhaps the child named Stone didn’t come, his parents didn’t send him, and the stone was imposted!”
There is no doubt that this is a terrible speculation, but Lee’s next one is getting worse.
Lee Wing said, “Maybe his parents don’t exist. He’s a monster. Maybe he called the phone the night before he left.” I’m sorry.
“Why did he come to our camp? What was the purpose? What was the plot?” Zhang Tao spits out an irregular smoke ring.
“Maybe nothing. He’s a scary little monster! I’m just saying.
It was then that Li Wing suddenly filmed his thighs and surprised everyone: “Maybe a fox.” Do you remember? He said he was a fox in the car! I’m sorry.
Zhang Tao’s head is shaking: “If it were a fox, it wouldn’t be so scary, after all, the rumored fox is not so scary and he won’t eat people.” I’m worried that he’s a monster, a monster that can attract ghosts…
Speaking of which, the three of us can’t help but shake. On this dark night, the topics discussed by our graduates in our three psychology departments are becoming increasingly absurd and unpaved. But all this nonsense, this dark night, is so natural.
There is no reason why we should not believe what we have not seen or seen.
Yes, there’s no reason.
Outside the window, for example, there was an open look, and the cigarette burned its mouth.
Outside the window, the nine kids didn’t know when to get up, sleepwalked, lined up in a row, standing in a dreary night. And none of them speaks, and the quarrels and the cries of day cease. They’re like a team of scouts ready to sneak into the enemy’s camp in secret.
The stone stood at the front end of the line, only when he looked back and looked to other children, and then turned solemnly, and fell on his head. And so the other kids went with him.
The stone went one step forward, and a head was stomped, and other children were doing the same.
They stomped and went to the pond at the end of the compound.
“What are they doing?” Li Wing whispered.
“Isn’t it sleepwalking? “I was nervously swallowing spit.
“Have you ever seen a group sleepwalk like this? Zhang Tao’s mouth spits out a cigarette, rubbing on his lips and saying, “It’s like some kind of mysterious ritual, like some kind of charade…”
The children kneeled at the pond, without talking, without making small moves, and without being so serious in kindergarten classes.
About three minutes on his knees, the stone stood up, waved, a few children surrounded, then returned silently to their bedroom, as if they had done something to be happy and as if they had taken something from the ceremony.
And my face, the whiteter.
Three adults bit their teeth and decided to go to the children’s bedroom.
The bedroom was quiet, particularly dark on this moonless night.
Ten seconds later, the eyes adapted to the darkness, and we found out that nine kids were sitting around a stone bed, and they didn’t know what they were doing, but it seemed like everyone was gathering.
In the darkness, a child whispered, “What then?” I’m sorry.
In the dark, there’s no sound.
And then, the kid who just asked me seems to have some kind of answer, softly “oh.”
At that point, I finally turned on the lights, and the children screamed and calmed down.
“Why aren’t you sleeping at this hour? “The light brings courage, and We strike them out loud.
“We’re listening to aunties telling ghost stories.” I’m sorry.
“What aunt? Where’s auntie? I’m sorry.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. I’m sorry.
“Yeah. The other child says, “She’s got a face like this…” and says, “The kid’s talking about the hips.”
“Stop it! There’s no aunt in this room! * My voice trembles and my eyes are afraid to leave the empty bed.*
“There she is. She’s got a good story! “Lugarja, with the doll, said:
“Hmm! Another child explained: “The stone says he found a aunt in the pond when he taught the fish to smile the other day. He took us to the pond and asked the aunt to tell us a story. Every story your aunt tells is better than the teacher! I’m sorry.
Stones! Fear makes me hysteric: “Get out of here. I’m sorry.
The stone came with me down, and Lee was sleeping with the other kids.
I dragged the stone to the office, and I didn’t ask him anything, and I didn’t let him explain anything, but I said, “Sit down here with our three teachers until dawn, and we’ll have to send you back, whether or not we contact your parents.” I’m sorry.
“Oh, my parents haven’t come back from abroad and I have nowhere to go.”
“I thought you said you could see your parents anytime you wanted. “I laugh, my heart is filled with hatred for this child because of fear.
“Oh, my dad didn’t tell you on the phone… so you don’t believe me? “The stone is even lower.”
“You told me to trust you, not your father? * And I’m still laughing, but I can’t help but feel soft *
That’s how the kid is, and there’s so many weird ideas in his head that you think he’s a child, but what he says doesn’t do like a child; when you think he’s not just a child, you realize he’s a child. I believe that every adult who lives with a child feels that way.
That’s how I feel now, so I can’t stop saying, “Why don’t you go and tell the teacher why you can imitate someone you’ve never seen before? And what were you doing with the other kids? Don’t deny it. We saw it. I’m sorry.
The stone stopped talking, his eyes crossed my arm, looked behind me and laughed.
I turned my head and there was nothing behind me.
The stone said, “Oh, Mr. Sun, my father told you not to believe me, you still believe me.” I’m sorry.
I don’t believe in your bullshit! I’m a little angry.
And the stone rose up upon his dimple: “Ah, Mr. Sun, you are right to deny me.” I’m the one who told the story to the kids. There’s no aunt. I made them say that on purpose.”
“Why are the kids so listening to you? I’m sorry.
“Oh, my God! Because I can play their parents! “Son, don’t believe me. I’m sorry.
“Look, I don’t care who you are. Or you’re something I just want to ask you one thing! For the rest of the week, no more strange things with kids, no more strange words! Let this summer camp end safely! I’m sorry.
“Oh, my God. The stone is finished.
At that moment, I suddenly thought, “Oh. I’m sorry.
Yes!
I said, “Oh, my God.”
In the morning, Zhang Tao and Li Wing fell asleep, and I was unable to sleep.
I gently pushed the door of the student bedroom, and the children fell asleep, as if they were doing beautiful dreams. Even the stone is so pure and sweet.
At that moment, I suspected that everything last night was a dream, a dream of strangeness.
Or I’m just a thief and a ghost in my heart.
I snuck out of the children’s bedroom, took a breath of fresh air and slowly swung to the pond. The fish in the pond saw human shadows, panicked a few times and returned to calm. And a goldfish rises up, and its mouth dazzles, and then it turns, and it sank. This time, it didn’t smile.
Maybe, last time, it didn’t either. I’m getting suspicious that it was my fault.
The pond’s water swayed in the morning wind, and I groaned and remembered the teacher.
Yes, for her, I only remember the word “teacher” and don’t say what she is, even her last name.
As Zhang Tao said, when we were children, we were not without problems, but we were not concerned. When I was a child, I had a serious stress disorder, which had not yet been completely eliminated. For example, I was always able to check the suitcases and door locks before going out — although I knew it was locked.
At that time, my symptoms were already severe and I was always forced to do what I did not want to do, dare not do, cannot do. I kill my favorite puppy, insult my mother, hurt my favorite friend, and scare other little friends with my most frightened mouse. While I do not want to do those things and fear them, my body does not listen to them and is forced to do them.
The teacher was a volunteer, and she was a half-bottled psychologist, like I am now, or she was just a fan of psychology. When she saw me cry while eating disgusting caterpillars, she made a decision that affected her life — she wanted to save me.
She decided to use her half-bottle of “poison” to cure my scars.
I told you, she made a decision that affected her life. Because she’s dead.
The day she stood by the pond, I pushed her down, and she struggled a few times, and she fell underwater. I know how much I like her in my heart, but I can’t control those hands.
When I grew up, I chose to study psychology, but today, like her, I’m only half a bottle. So, I’m afraid to be a real psychiatrist or face a real patient. I can only play summer camp with children with personality problems, like now. These children have no serious mental illness, and if they must say so, it is just a small disease of the level of “venom sneeze ” .
In fact, I’m afraid of this compound, of this pond, but I still can’t control my own camp, just as I couldn’t control myself to push her into the water, the more afraid I am, the less I want to come — you can think that I’m a stubborn and brave man.
“Sensei Sun…” The frightful sound brought me back to reality, and Mei was standing behind me with care, and the morning wind was a little cold, and she was wearing her little towel, and she was stuck in the corner of her mouth.
She said, “Did you come to visit your aunt? I’m sorry.
I was like, “There’s no such thing as an aunt. You’re in on it, right? I’m sorry.
“Oh…” smiled with shame: “I didn’t believe the stone when I said there was a goldfish aunt in the pond, but later I felt there was a goldfish aunt. Because the story of the stone is so good… the child can’t tell such a good story, so it must be Aunt Goldfish behind his back! I’m sorry.
“You’re saying that your aunt is a goldfish aunt, not a .” And my heavy heart just fell off and it seemed like I was a thief. Last night, it was just a fairy tale.
“Oh, my God! Of course it’s Aunt Goldfish! #Mey Piggy smiles sweetly #
“Oh, my God! I’m sorry.
Ooh!
What happened in the last few days made me wish that they had said ” aunt” was my teacher who had died 20 years ago, and that I would rather have a ghost in the world than hear the word “Ooh!”
At first, as I first noticed, Mei Xiaowei said, “Oh, my God.” Then, like a stone, she said, “Oh, my God.”
At first, it was only May Xiaomei who said, “Oh, my God,” and then Lugaga started saying, “Oh, my God.”
“Oh, my God! Shall we play hide and seek?”
“Oh, yeah? Where did Huang hide?”
“Oh, my God! I found Lyuda! I’m sorry.
“Oh, my God. I’m hungry. When will I eat?”
The stone is like a pathogen, and he spreads it to every little friend.
Even more desperate things happened when I discussed the issue with Li Ying and Zhang Tao with concern.
Lee Ying smiled and said, “Oh, my God! I don’t think that’s a bad thing. You haven’t noticed that since we started playing with the stone, we’ve become more and more open. You can sleep without biting a towel. I’m sorry.
Zhang Tao is happy too, “Oh, my God! I think we should let problem kids play with normal live children in the future, so it’s better for the treatment. This is our most successful summer camp! I’m sorry.
“Why are you all here? “I’m frowning.
Lee Ying said, “Sun, don’t you think “Oh, yeah” is a powerful word? It’s an extra pleasure to speak both words! The stone guy, he’s really good. I’m sorry.
“Have you forgotten how strange a child is a stone? He pretends to be a ghost, he can imitate the look of someone he can’t see. Why are you all on his side? I’m in a hurry.
“Oh, yeah? Zhang Tao looked at me and said, “We were too neurotic. And then the truth came out, and the stone was just a child with a performance gift and an infectious. He’s like all the kids, innocent and full of fantasies. He’s just fantasizing there’s a goldfish aunt in the pond. Why are you so nervous? I’m sorry.
Why am I so nervous?
I don’t know why I’m so nervous, but I tell myself it’s just language. Language is one of the fastest-transmitted “diseases” in the world, like people who have lived with you for a long time, and you will speak in the same tone, and you will speak in the same words; and the classics in the small symphonies of the population, for example, will be spoken by the entire nation overnight.
That’s understandable, but I always felt something was wrong.
There must be something wrong!
Yeah, absolutely something’s wrong.
Every time I come to this compound, I have that dream. In the dream, the swollen body of the teacher floats in the water and his mouth is half wide, like a giant goldfish.
It’s no surprise I’m still dreaming about this summer camp. Strangely, there’s another person in the dream besides me and the teacher’s body. The man has been hiding in the corner of my sight, blurry.
And this night, in this dream, I finally saw him — stone!
Yes! That’s him! He stood silently in my dreams, looking straight at me, listening to my confession to the body of my teacher. Until I woke up, I remember his little dimple.
Is it because my recent attention has been on stone that I dream of him?
I’m looking at the stone of playing with other kids, and he’s saying, “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh” and “a normal kid,” but, I can feel, he’s left behind on me.
Wherever I am, he just rightfully puts me in his sight.
At last, he couldn’t help but walk by and raise his face. Mr. Sun, why are you looking at me? I’m sorry.
“If you don’t keep looking at me, how do you know I’ve been looking at you?” I’m sorry.
“Oh, my God! “You look at me, I look at you!” I’m sorry.
I don’t want to play games with a kid. I looked into his eyes and said, “How many secrets do you have? I’m sorry.
“Sun, you have many secrets. I’m sorry.
“What’s my secret?”
“The fat aunt in the pond is your secret…”
I took a breath of cool air: “Didn’t you say it was Aunt Goldfish?” I’m sorry.
“Yeah. Aunt Goldfish is my nickname for that fat lady. Teacher, you know there’s an invisible fat aunt floating in the pond.”
“So you can see the fat aunt? I was whispering.
“Hmm. I told you I was teaching the goldfish to smile, but I was looking for the fat aunt who came up at night and disappeared during the day. He said, “That’s the face of the fat aunt… you must know the fat aunt, right? I’m sorry.
“No!” I cover it up.
“Teacher lies! “If you don’t know her, why are you standing by the pond talking to her every night?” I’m sorry.
I stood up, and I remembered last night’s dream, the rocky little dimples.
I’m afraid to make such a guess — stone into my dream.
But I can’t think of a better reason.
I am now unable to identify the trueness of the etiquette, because he himself is constantly overturning his previous words and, on that basis, continues to raise new puzzles for me.
Perhaps I should have believed his father’s words: don’t believe in stone.
May Xiaomei cried again because her towel had disappeared from the perfume on it and the stone perfume had been exhausted. I hugged her, “Good boy, summer camp is over tomorrow.” As long as you hold on to this night and wait till tomorrow to come home and get your mother to buy you a lot of perfume…
“Oh, but what am I going to do tonight?”
I touched her hair and comforted her. Her hair was soft, velvet, handy, familiar.
Yeah, it’s the same as the stone.
And We laid down the beaks, and We touched the heads of other children, panicking, and so did every one, soft and fury, as a stone. It’s not a coincidence, because I remember, on the way to the farm, when I brushed her hair for Lyuda, she was so big!
I breathed and stood against the wall, looking at the children of this house in horror, not only their hair, but also their faces and their tone, unknowingly, became like stone.
I came up with an important thing, rushing to my bedroom, flipping out the children’s files in the walk-in box, then running back, looking at the pictures in the file, and looking at them.
Yeah, these tiny discoveries, if you don’t look at them carefully, you won’t.
Plum had a dimple on his left, and now he has a dimple on his right.
Ljugara’s eyelids were not obvious, but now, like stone, they are charming;
There are other children who are also moving in the direction of stone.
The stone is like the sun, and it seems that all of life is following his trajectory. Even Zhang Tao and Li Wing’s face showed traces of stone.
“Oh, yeah? “What happened to Mr. Sun? Like a ghost! I’m sorry.
Yes, I’m staring at the stone. I must have seen a ghost! It must be! Stone is definitely not human. Even if it is, it must be a freak! And his parents, who haven’t shown up, can’t tell who they are!
First he came to summer camp alone, then he slyly earned everyone’s pleasure, and then he started to scare me with a dead face.
The more I think about it, the worse.
But I’m not worried about stone, but…
Back in town tomorrow, will the parents find out about their change? Will we be prosecuted for this?
This night, I had that dream again.
The dream teacher floated in the pond and laughed at me, and the smile and the stone looked like a smileful goldfish. She seems to want to say something to me, but I didn’t hear anything.
This time, the stone in the dream became clearer, so he came over, crawled over the pond and studied the body, and looked up and said, “Oh, what?” Mr. Sun, you must never remember your dream in its entirety. In your memory, the dream began at this pond, but do you remember what happened before? I’m sorry.
I shake my head, “Do you know? I’m sorry.
“Oh, my God! “I remember, of course, because you’re dreaming, and I’m not.” Because I started in your dream. I’m sorry.
When the stone is finished, it will be light. The children out there are raging, and everyone is happy because they’re going home.
I sat up and watched the children pile of stone. He turned his head like he knew I was looking at him, spitting his tongue at me and making a fox face.
On the way back, I called every parent of the child and told them when and where to pick him up. Of course, I called the parents of the stone.
This time, the call was still made by his father, who said in the familiar way, “The child is independent, so let him come back himself. My mother and I are waiting for him at home.” I’m sorry.
I am a little angry at his indifference, not only to have some sympathy for the stone, but also to be more determined to see his parents: “Mr. Ishi, we have to make sure that the child comes home safely to complete the work, and if you really cannot come, I can return the child. I’m sorry.
The stone held the car seat and swayed to me, and said, “Oh, Mr. Sun, I can go back myself.” I’m sorry.
I looked at him and continued to say to his father, “After all, the child is only six years old. In case of an accident on the road, we can’t take that responsibility. I’m sorry.
“Well, I’ll get him. His father hesitated on the phone and suddenly said, “You didn’t just want to see us, did you? I’m sorry.
I didn’t hide anything: “Yes.” I wanted to talk to you about the stone. I’m sorry.
“You think he has a problem? I’m sorry.
“Hmm. There are many problems. I said:
Most parents are angry when they hear what they say about their children, but the father of the stone is the opposite, and he seems happy: “I would love to meet you, too, if you say so.” I’m sorry.
I hung up and said to the stone, “Your father promised to come to you.” I’m sorry.
And the stone swooped, and looked at me with some wonder, and said, “Oh, my father did not come to me, but he only wanted to meet you. I’m sorry.
“How do you know? I’m sorry.
“Oh, my God! “Because you’re special, you don’t say “Oh, my God!” I’m sorry.
“No, so what? I’ll keep asking.
He didn’t talk, but he looked out the window, and he was silent for a long time, and he said, “Oh, Mr. Sun, when did your dream begin? Did it start when you were standing in the pond?” I’m sorry.
“How do you know my dream? I’m sorry.
He smiled, “Oh, what? Didn’t I tell you everything? You’re dreaming, and I’m not. I’m sorry.
“What happened to me in my dream before I came to the pond?” I can’t help but ask.
“Oh, yeah? I don’t know why she pushed you into the water and you pushed her into the water. Then the fat aunt floated in the pond, and you were there talking to yourself. I’m sorry.
“What am I standing there saying? I’m sorry.
“Oh, you stand there and tell the story of the Golden Fish Smile.” You said that the fat aunt was the neighbor in the story, and she wanted to teach the goldfish to smile, and she didn’t think she’d learn to talk with the goldfish. That’s what I call that fat aunt of a goldfish. I’m sorry.
“Wait!” I was wondering, “You mean you can enter my dream?” I’m sorry.
The stone smiled with joy: “The dream of Uncle Cheung and Mr. Lee, and the dream of every little friend… Ha ha!
Should I believe him?
I don’t know if I should trust him anymore.
I stood in front of the car and whispered to Li Ying, “What are we going to do?” I’m sorry.
Lee Wing said, “Oh, what do we do?” I’m sorry.
I said, “What if parents find out that their children have changed?” I’m sorry.
Lee Wing Haha laughed, “Oh, they gave us the baby just to change it.” I’m sorry.
I just wanted to go on and make it clear that I only listened to the mother of May Xiaomei who screamed all her life: It’s only been a month. I hardly recognize it! I’m sorry.
The other parent also said, “Yes, the child has really changed!” I’m sorry.
And then they came to me, and they grabbed me and Lee’s hand: Thank you. This summer camp is very useful, and the kids have become more open. I’m sorry.
Lee smiles like a flower, “Oh, my God, there’s nothing wrong with children, we’re just making them more open.”
Lee Ying and his parents promised that I took a space, quietly withdrew, and looked in the crowd for the shadow of the stone parents.
I can’t help but laugh, and the parents of the stone are too proud, and if you knew the stone, you’d recognize them. They’re a migraine!
The father of the stone is a medieval stone; And her mother, she’s a middle-aged stone.
I pull the stone, walk straight to them.
Mr. Ishi and Mrs. Ishi looked at me carefully and looked at each other with surprises, and they held my hand tight, like other parents, and said, “You’re a teacher, aren’t you?
That sounds weird, and I can’t help but wrinkle my head off, “Why should I be like your children?”
“You didn’t learn to talk!”
“What’s going on?” I withdrew my painful hand: “I have a stomach to ask you, what kind of child is the stone? I guess that moment of mine must have been like, “Why?” I’m sorry.
The father of the stone reached out and stopped me from asking. He took his wallet out of his pocket and handed it to me.
The wallet is a family blessing, a couple holding a baby, a baby’s face and two lovely dimples.
And the father of the stone said, “Do you believe that if I say, “This is our family’s blessing?” I’m sorry.
We shook our heads with surprise: “If the baby is good, I believe.” “If the couple in the picture is you, I don’t believe it. It’s nothing like it.” I’m sorry.
The mother of the stone smiled softly, saying, “The man in the photograph is us six years ago. They say children are like parents, but in these six years we’ve become more like our own children. I’m sorry.
“Aah?”
The father of the stone groaned: “It’s a strange child, he’s like a field of energy, a man with whom he’s been for a long time, and he’s become like him, be he of character, of deity, of appearance, and he will win everyone’s approval and affection. He and his mother, in order not to turn our family into a bottle of dolls, had to leave him regularly for a while…”
“But…” I was just about to continue, and his mother interrupted me again.
“You must have found something strange about the kid, right? He seems to know your dream and imitate the person you dream of, doesn’t he? Mr. Sun, you must be terrified.”
I nod my head. Yes, I was. I was scared.
“Specific him… is a child who can enter someone’s dream… and if he wants, he can enter anyone’s dream at will. Besides, he’s such a gifted child…”
Now I understand: “In short, the stone is a child who transmits his personality to others and can enter their dreams.” But why are you so happy to see me? I’m sorry.
“Because you’re an antibody,” the father of the stone was excited to say, “You haven’t changed.” It’s like when we sneaked you in the car, it wasn’t infected! So we want you to be a personal teacher of the good, to live with us, and through you we want to find a way to turn the good into a normal child! I’m sorry.
I looked down and looked at the stone, and he whispered, “Sun is not a normal person…”
People like me who have no ambition can’t accept such a good job.
I’m not really interested in making a normal child, and I think he’s a good “unnormal” and a great future. For example, he could be an advertising model, a cop, an actor… and he could do too much. And when I grow up with him, I will become his agent.
Of course, it is only my fantasy, and it is the fantasy of his parents to restore the good.
For a long day later, the stone suddenly said to me, “Oh, my God! Mr. Sun, did my dad tell you so many times not to believe me? I’m sorry.
I nod my head.
“Oh, well, do you still believe me?” Like the dream I told you about? I’m sorry.
I nod again.
“Oh, the stone is spitting at its mouth.” Your real dream was that the fat aunt pushed a kid into the water and then snuck off. The kid drowned. The man you saw in the pond was your own swollen corpse…”
“What am I now? * I laugh, I don’t believe *
“Oh, my God! Don’t you understand? You’re a dead man! In this world, only the dead are not infected by me! “The stone is a serious story.
By the way, I believe him a little bit, and every version of his story is so true and well-founded. I even remember myself dragging a swollen body out of the pond…
At that time, the father of the stone cried in the study: “Sun, don’t listen to this nonsense! I’m sorry.
“Oh…”
Honestly, my recent dream has become increasingly confusing…
This story is true.
There is indeed a man in the world who is as if he had a mysterious and powerful magnetic field that would keep you close to him, like him, trust him, imitate him, and follow him.
There are other people in this world who, because of their emptiness and lack of determination, can’t help but be attracted, imitated and followed.
You, what kind?
[concluded]
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
