Little milk dad big star

Chapter 210 The meaning of fallen leaves

"Su Zimo, hello, may I ask why you were detained at the police station?"

"Hello, may I ask if the matter is clear?"

"According to the Internet, Mr. Su, have you offended someone? There is a lot of information that is not good for you."

"Mr. Su, please answer us"

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When several reporters saw Su Zimo approaching, their eyes lit up, they held up their cameras and kept taking pictures, and leaned over with their microphones, scrambling to speak.

Su Zimo's eyes were stimulated by the dazzling flashing light in front of him, so he couldn't help but raised his arm to cover it, looked at the figures in front of him, without a trace of expression on his face, squeezed past them and walked outside.

"Who is it? It's obviously just a talent show singer, with a stinky expression on her face, pretending to be a big name."

Seeing this, the young man and the other reporter kept a little distance from this person. After all, being arrested at the police station for no reason is very annoying, and being questioned three times to death will make you feel a little bit tempered.

No longer paying attention to this person, looking at Su Zimo's receding back, he raised his foot to catch up, but there was a wry laugh behind him.

"Don't bother him, let him be quiet, if you have any questions, you can call me, and I will answer you"

The distraught Su Zimo walked out of the gate of the police station, a wave of heat rushed towards him, and the glare of the sun shone directly into his eyes. He just blinked at this, and a few drops of water mist flowed from the corners of his eyes. Without thinking about it, he picked a random direction and went straight Walking forward, there was no superfluous reaction to the cars whizzing past him, and he turned a deaf ear to the harsh horn that kept ringing in his ears, as if he didn't hear it, and walked on his own.

If it weren't for the driver's flexible response, it is estimated that many things would happen, but it caused many drivers who met to curse secretly in their hearts.

Just like that, walking aimlessly on the sultry streets under the scorching and glaring sun.

I don't know how long it took, Su Zimo came to the outskirts alone, looking at the green lawn in front of him, his eyes moved like stagnant water, and as he walked over, a fresh natural smell came to his nostrils, and a twitch came in his restless heart. There are no harsh horns and loud noises in the ears, which makes people feel refreshed.

He walked to the lawn and sat down, staring blankly at the lush trees in front of him, his body remained still, motionless, like a permanent stone statue.

In this way, it lasted for nearly half an hour, a gust of wind blew by, and a few fallen leaves were blown up with the wind. Su Zimo's dead eyes moved, and he murmured
"Does the leaf fall from the tree because of the wind blowing or because the tree doesn't keep it?"

"Hehe, that's because the leaves have grown up and they want to go outside to see them. The arrival of the breeze just helps the leaves, and the trees as a safe haven know that this day will come eventually. Even if they don't give up, they will Choose to let go." At this time, a meaningful voice came from behind.

Su Zimo was taken aback for a moment, then looked back, only to see a little boy about ten years old walking behind him, dressed in simple common clothes, with a delicate and immature face, a shiny shaved head, and a smiling face. Looking at himself, his stagnant eyes fluctuated a little, and he forced a smile, "Little friend, why are you here?" Although he was deeply in the sea of ​​self-blame, he also knew something about this neighborhood. This word fits well, so I feel a little strange that such a child appears here wearing such a strange cloth.

"Because I live here," the little boy said brightly with a sunny smile.

Seeing this, Su Zimo seemed to be exaggerated to the point of joy, his sense of self-blame lessened a little, and he said in surprise, "Live here? Where are your parents?"

"Parents? Ever since I was sensible, I don't know who my parents are? I don't even want to know, I always said to myself in my heart, I was born to be raised." The little boy's behavior did not seem to be at all The child should be ignorant, but on the contrary, he looked very mature, and he laughed at himself and murmured.

"Uh, I'm sorry." Although Su Zimo was surprised, he seemed to mention the other party's sadness and did not treat the other party as a child, so he said apologetically.

"It's okay." The little boy waved his hand, indicating that it's okay. His mature behavior, immature face, and small figure always seemed to have a deep sense of disobedience.

Su Zimo nodded, holding his head in his hands, lying on the green grass, facing the dazzling sunlight, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, occasionally a few unknown birds flew by and made melodious birdsong , as if singing a song, in a trance, murmured

"Boundless blue brocade overlooking mountains and rivers"

"A little bit of cotton is shaped like a car"

"More skillful weaving of beautiful birds"

"Singing love songs together in the painting"

After all, the little boy was still a child. He seemed a little ignorant and puzzled by these meaningful sentences. He touched the back of his head, showed a sunny smile, went to lie down beside Su Zimo, and suddenly said, "You What is your name?"

Su Zimo heard the words, his eyes were still fixed on the blue sky and white clouds, but he said, "My name is Su Zimo, and you, kid"

"I'm not young anymore, I'm ten years old this year, my name is Ye Piaoling, you can call me Ling," the little boy said a little dissatisfied.

"Ye Piaoling? What a strange name, does it refer to the fallen leaves that were taken away from the trees by the breeze?" Su Zimo asked strangely.

"Strange? I think it's okay. My master told me before that I picked it up in an autumn season full of fallen leaves. In order to let me think about it, I gave me such a name. "Ye Piaoling thought for a while and said truthfully.

Su Zimo keenly caught one of the words, and said in surprise, "Master?"

"Yes, I was picked up by the master when I was very young." Ye Piaoling didn't have a disappointed expression on his face, on the contrary, he said with a happy expression on his small face.

Su Zimo nodded, without saying anything, and continued to look at the blue sky and white clouds against the glare of the sun.

At this time, a gust of wind blew past, and brought a green leaf from the tree, fluttering with the wind. After a while, it floated in front of Ye Piaoling, and instinctively stretched out his palm to catch the green leaf. In the palm of my hand, I thought for a while, holding the leaf, stood up, slowly put the leaf to my lips, with a little force, a pleasant melody came out immediately.

Using the melody from the leaves, with a hint of natural sweetness, listening to the melody in his ears, Su Zimo's restless heart gradually calmed down.

Under the little boy's playing, one after another, one wave after another, continuous, the melodious sound continued to spread, and spread into the lush forest, from which there were melodious birdsong, as if responding generally.

At this time, suddenly there was a constant and long bell ringing from a distance, the little boy stopped, and the melodious melody stopped abruptly. He dragged the leaf he was holding into his palm, facing the sky, and raised his palm. A gust of wind blew by, gently taking the leaf away from here, and drifting away into the distance.

"Su Zimo, I'm going to do my homework, see you soon"

　The third update, is it possible to get some recommendation tickets~

　　


(End of this chapter)