Mo Feng suddenly felt that the video was a little blurry, but it was not that the video was blurry, but that he didn't know when he had tears in his eyes and his eyes were blurred!
He pressed the pause button, picked up the glasses cloth and wiped the lenses stained by tears, took out a tissue and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.
Then he took a deep breath and pressed the play button.
If we say that before, whether it was the beginning, when the little girl was picking up bottles, or when she was digging through rubbish among the rubble, the sun was shining brightly.
Because she has always had hope.
But at this time, in the picture, the sky was gradually getting darker, and the sunlight no longer shone so warmly on her body.
It seems that he is also aware of something.
In the open field, she cried helplessly and called "Mom"! She felt so wronged and sad, but she knew that she could not let her mother see or hear her. After she finished crying, she ran to the faucet to wash her red and swollen eyes, and then pretended to be happy. If her mother asked He lied to her and said that he was blinded by the wind and sand.
Mo Feng's bright glasses that had been wiped became blurry again, but he did not take off his glasses or wipe the corners of his eyes.
But I am thinking, little girl, is she crying about who has been wronged today, or because she didn't pick up a few bottles and didn't make any money? Do you hate yourself for not living up to expectations? Or is it the helplessness of seeing that after so many days of hard work, we are still so far away from our goal?
He didn't know what the little person was thinking, but he only knew that he felt sorry for the child, and even thought about why he was so cruel, why he should treat someone so sensible and well-behaved, so sensible that it makes people feel bad, and he should be well-behaved The girl that everyone can't help holding in their hands is being so wronged?
The scene changed again. The dialogue in this film could be said to be pitiful, but it made Mo Feng immersed in it. Even though he knew it was fake, he still felt distressed and sad.
The little girl came home at night, finished cooking as usual, and put her mother to sleep. Although she was tired, she lay happily next to her mother.
Perhaps, this is the happiest time for her?
In fact, in his little heart, he really doesn't pray for much. He probably just wants to lie happily next to his mother like this every day, talk to her, and have her touch her head and hand it to her. An encouraging look.
Of course, it would be best if my mother recovers from her illness.
However, a cough broke her happy moment.
Mom's illness seems to be getting worse again!
All along, when she heard the cough, she would sensibly rub her mother's back, talk to her, and comfort her. But at this moment, she was uneasy and didn't even dare to breathe loudly. She just secretly looked at the account book with her small hands: 1809 -9=1800!
Numbers, numbers again. I don’t know why, but every time Mo Feng saw the numbers in this short film, he felt like crying.
1800! This number is nothing special. For many people, and for Mo Feng, it is just a fraction of his monthly salary.
It’s even the money for a meal, a birthday, or a gift for some people.
But here, there are extremely dazzling numbers. No one knows how many days have passed. No one knows how many sins, how many grievances she has suffered, how many times she has been sad, how much sadness she has experienced in these days... 1800, in Here, it seems to have become a scary number, an astronomical number for a child of her age!
Inadvertently, Mo Feng glanced at the timeline.
I was surprised to find that the short film was almost over.
What will be her ending?
Mo Feng was a little looking forward to it, a little hopeful, but also a little worried.
He hadn't felt this way in countless years.
Is it when your first child is born, or when you are facing college entrance examination results, or when you are facing an important promotion?
But at this moment, such emotions appeared again.
It was another new day. She stood in front of the faucet, put up the mirror that she had not taken out for a long time, and washed her face seriously for the first time in so many days. She carefully looked at herself in the mirror, and carefully smoothed it with her little hands. The bangs are scattered in front of the forehead. Looking at her beautiful self in the mirror, the girl's love for beauty must make her very happy, but this happiness must also be fleeting - she cannot have the pride of children of the same age. I just don’t know, at this moment, will she feel sorry for herself?
Seeing this scene, Mo Feng didn't know why, and he couldn't figure out why, but his heart felt thumping.
Why today?
Why is it that at the end of the short film, she looks in the mirror and carefully smoothes her messy bangs?
Shouldn't she go out and pick up bottles?
What’s the special significance of doing this?
In the screen, the timeline continues to advance.
She washed her face herself. After washing, she wiped the face of her mother who was resting in the hospital bed and straightened her bangs...
Only this time, my mother didn't open her eyes. The pain tortured her to the point of exhaustion. She was too tired to open her eyes!
The little girl looked at her mother's young but old face more seriously than ever before, looking at the new wrinkles. That face was extremely familiar. Through it, the little girl seemed to see another version of herself.
She seemed to want to remember this face deeply, the face of her favorite mother, but why?
Yes, why?
Why did everything she did today feel like...saying goodbye to her mother?
Not a normal farewell, but a real farewell! Where is she going?
The little girl pursed her lips, stood up, paused, stared for a while, then gently opened the door and walked out...
Mo Feng's mind suddenly flashed back to the sentence that he had ignored before, the sentence that the aunt in the village kindly reminded her.
"The traffickers at the west end of the village have just been released. Don't go there to play if you have nothing to do!"
His heart suddenly tightened!
trade!
trade!
He always thought that the so-called transaction was that she picked up bottles and sold them to the scrap collection station.
However, at this moment, he suddenly understood!
It all made sense, why she specifically looked in the mirror.
This is not about self-pity, this is about wanting to sell yourself out cleanly!
The picture on the screen went black again, and when the screen lit up again, Mo Feng's worrying guess became a reality, and her small figure appeared at the west end of the village.
She tremblingly called "Uncle" to an expressionless figure hoeing the ground.
The man wearing a black short-sleeved T-shirt stopped what he was doing, turned his face, and looked up and down at her...
His eyes seemed to be looking at a product! Human traffickers!
Yes, he is the newly released human trafficker that the aunt mentioned!
Mo Feng held his breath. He wanted to go up and hold the little girl, but why was he so stupid! ! That's a human trafficker!
Her hands tugged at each other nervously.
He dug his fingers into the palms of his hands uneasily, raised his little face stained by tears, and said with tears: "Uncle, please buy me. I still have a thousand and eighty yuan left to treat my mother."
This sentence is full of childishness and a little crying, but there is no sadness or reluctance. Some are just ignorant, and some... are just determined.
This sentence completely broke Mo Feng's defense, and tears could not stop falling from the corners of his eyes.
The screen is already blurry!
This sentence, like the sharpest bayonet, pierced the last wall in Mo Feng's heart, causing him to break through the defense.
Silly child, I don’t know how determined she was on this night. Does she know what kind of suffering she will endure after being sold? Does she know that she may never see her dearest mother again?
No, she should have known. The last farewell at home and the deeply nostalgic look showed that she had thought about it, but she still went.
Because of that number, she felt desperate, and her mother's increasingly serious condition dashed her hopes.
Apart from this, she has no other choice!
After hearing this, the trafficker who was released from prison said nothing, just held his hoe in his hand and turned his back...
The trafficker was silent, and so was Mo Feng.
There were only tears that kept sliding down his cheeks and falling to the ground.
Finally, here is a set of shot playback:
In Mo Feng's already blurred vision, he could vaguely see:
She recorded her height with chalk on the old door frame... looking forward to growing up quickly. When she grows up, maybe she can make more money and cure her mother's disease!
She secretly wiped her tears under the old tree at the head of the village... Her mother was ill in bed, and her little child became the only support for the family, but she was still so young! What can she do? She didn't even dare to cry loudly. Even when she cried, she only dared to stay away from home and wipe her tears secretly!
Under the noon sun, she put each mineral water bottle into a plastic bag... This was one of the few hopes she found!
Count the money in front of the window sill, calculate it with a few fingers, and solemnly write down the first income... But kid, even if you make a huge sum of two thousand, you still can't change this cruel fate! Perhaps, not being able to make so much money is the kindest thing, because at least you still have hope!
Eating and reading in front of the stove... You are sensible, but you also long to study in a large and bright classroom like other children!
On the last day, I straightened my mother's bangs... This farewell may be the farewell forever, my child! Why are you so sensible, so sensible that it hurts your heart! If you are not so sensible, maybe, maybe...it's a pity that there is no maybe!
The short film is over!
Mo Feng's heart was empty.
At this moment, he had already forgotten the original intention of watching this video.
At this time, the only thing he could replay in his mind was the little girl, her smile, her tears, her sensibility, and her words, "Uncle, buy me!"
