? He lived in an adobe house, gray and black, which is really just an empty room, a smoked stove, a dirty rice scoop, a broken quilt, a pile of firewood. He lies in the pile of firewood, or else he sits in the doorway, inhaling paper-stacked cigarettes, spitting out muddy circles, revealing a pitch-black, oily hand. Otherwise, he stood in the doorway, holding a broken rice ladle, dripping black rice. Sometimes he grinned when he saw people, revealing yellow and black teeth. When I was playing with a group of small children, they pretended to look like monsters and said, "Do you know that man has heard that he has eaten small children, so scary." "So dirty, like an old black witch." The little children who passed by always hid far away, not daring to come near. But there are some people, like the beggar in the neighboring village, although the Baosi family is already a family of four, he will often patronize, sometimes take away a piece of dry bread, sometimes take away some cigarettes. This is also what I learned later.
? So, every few days at noon, the treasure stuffing to my grandfather's house to borrow cigarettes and paper, no, is to ask for cigarettes and paper, grandma in the kitchen cooking, I was in the yard to play with the cat, he came in silently, never say hello. I would always hide behind the altar and sneak a peek at him. The worst thing about him was not that he was covered with dirt, but that he always drifted blindly with his copper-bell-like eyes, small, dark eyes that I could not see, which, as I remember, were like a vicious snake, and which scared me so much that I dared not breathe out, and huddled behind the altar, like a frightened cat. I was indeed afraid, as all little children are.
? "Old Cui, lend me a cigarette." His voice wasn't loud, but it was thick enough for the people in the room to hear, so my grandfather took out a paper packet and gave it to him.
? "Uh-huh." And without further ado, he turned and left.
? For such a person I really do not have any good impression, I also had dissatisfied muttered: "obviously want, but said to borrow!" For such a day and month always eat white food people, my grandfather should not always be so generous relief. But he said, "It's better to help those who are suffering." As the saying goes, children look at people based on their intuition, and there is always a reason for disliking them. Just because I don't like cilantro doesn't mean it's not good, but I just really don't like the flavor. Even though Po Stuffing hadn't hurt me, I just had a prejudice against him, maybe just because he was dirty. Still, there was one time that made me slightly change my mind about this dirty man, and even touched me.
? Behind Grandpa's house is a dense forest that is a happy memory of childhood, because it is no longer so large and there are few trees. Summer dusk, rendering the sky white clouds, a fiery red, the sky is not dark, families eat dinner early, they come out to touch the cicadas, eat yourself or sell, are a pleasure, that point, this place has become a sea of lights. When I was a child, I was very playful, and I often created an atmosphere of bravado and fearlessness. Turned to play and separated from my grandfather, I looked at the stars, looked at the light by the light of the flickering leaves, jumping and do not know where to run. Especially remember the darkness around there, is an open cemetery, the wind blowing the leaves issued "soughing" sound, endless black like the devil's outstretched claws. After the fearless fantasy was shattered, I thought of insects and ghosts, and I was most afraid of ghosts. Always feel the trees or underground ghosts in the eerie look at me, I do not dare to move, squatting in front of a tree and cried, the cool wind still feel the cold, blowing straight to the shiver, the darkness let a small place I feel fear. Quite a while, I heard the sound of footsteps, is the treasure filling. He stood in front of me, looking at me, I was nervous somehow stopped crying. Quite a while later, he said in a voice that was rough and extremely seemingly gentle, "Come on, let's get you home." It was the first time I had ever heard such a voice, and although it still sounded like a broken gong, I felt the warmth. It was also the first time I'd followed him up close, the first time I'd felt safe in the presence of this man, rather than fearful. I followed him, keeping my head down and not speaking, just walking, but with peace of mind. Gradually I saw the bright light...
? It is said that such people are those who are favored by heaven, the lucky ones and the unfortunate ones. In the extreme fantasy, they live in their own world, perhaps there, there are things they can not let go of and the people who miss. These, we do not understand and do not understand, we only know, with a dirty appearance of people may have a true and good pure soul. Just like the treasure stuffing.
? The day of the sacrifice of the father of the treasure stuffing, the treasure stuffing more melancholy, he may think of that more bitter father than him, but the heavens are generous, let him go to heaven early. At noon, Bao stuffing slipped to the eldest uncle's house, he was out of his mind for a while, and was about to leave, but heard the words of the eldest uncle: "If it is not his mother does not abide by women's morals, ran away with someone else, it would not be the case that what happened now, leaving behind a fool, but also we have to raise ...... the treasure stuffing." Furious, he simply and roughly crashed open the door. The eldest uncle's family was having lunch, he was holding his grandson and laughing. Bao stuffing opened the door instantly smashed the dining table, because of the impulse, pointing at the eldest uncle cursing, as if he wanted to make a claim for his mother. Small children crying ear piercing, uncle also anxious eyes, out of the door to manipulate the stick to beat. The gate is surrounded by people, see the situation is not right to panic and pull people. The hearts of the people are bright, the surface does not say, but in the end all intentionally or unintentionally alienated from the eldest uncle. I think, at that time, Bao stuffing may not know what he was doing, he may just by physical instinct, emotionally driven, because he touched the soft corner, to vent on this bad man he understood. Everyone in the village said that Po stuffing wasn't stupid, he knew everything, he just didn't talk about it. What the eldest had done was now known by the whole village.
? The night of this day, soft like a lake, vague like smoke. In the soft night, from time to time came a few insects singing frogs, to appear more lively and angry. That night, I woke up from sleep, only to feel like an earthquake, shaking non-stop, filled with smoke and fire, also mixed with the sound of must be peeled, I was shocked by a sweat, only to realize that things are not right. Grandpa's house is brightly lit, outside the door is a spectacle of fire. I ran to the door and was stunned. Bao stuffing house submerged in a sea of fire, fortunately, Bao stuffing people are not injured, he was stopped by a few people, frantic like a raging beast, unwilling to give in, let out a burst of whimpering, as if pouring out, but also seems to be crying. The neighbor said, "Bao Stuffing isn't stupid yet, he knows to run out when there's a fire." Today is the day of sacrifice of the father of the treasure stuffing, coupled with what happened at noon, the treasure stuffing somehow crazy, cursing and smoking a lot of cigarettes, cigarette butts to the woodpile lit on fire. The fire was doused, and I'm afraid the house is ruined.
? The village council, in another place to rebuild a house for him, brick and tile, much better than the original. But since that day, he was even less talkative, often sitting in front of the door all day, smoking cigarettes, with dull eyes looking at the pedestrians. Sometimes he is manic, his mouth constantly muttering, catching people cursing, the village people feel sorry for him, encountered a detour to go, do not care so much. In every sunny afternoon, I have something to do will be in his house across the look a few eyes, he was wearing the sun, but also all the scruffy, really attracted people's eyes.
? Later I learned that the treasure stuffing young a little thing, because the village is poor, his mother threw him and his father left here, I heard that married a teaching teacher, the days are quite poor, but once did not come back. His father's health was not good and he died soon afterward, leaving him with his uncle and his family, as well as a grove of trees where seedlings had just been planted. The eldest uncle was jealous, he thought, so many trees sold must be worth a lot of money, so I do not know how to think of a way to transfer the woods to his own name. Bao stuffing since childhood, lived alone in the adobe house, did not go to school, there is not much socialization. When the mood is good, uncle will give him something, but ten days and a half months to come is not uncommon, so Bao stuff often hungry, shuffling worn slippers on the street, the neighbors see his hungry eyes will pull him home to eat, but Bao stuff always trembling, very formal. Bao stuffing is not good at talking, over time, decades have passed, into today's appearance. How could I not expect that the old man who is usually always smiling is the culprit of the appearance of Bao stuffing today, because I sometimes get upset, I will run to that uncle's house, he often teased me, coaxed me to be happy, like my second grandfather, told me a lot of stories of his youth, I have not heard them, and I feel very funny.
? Time flows, to the carefree days waved goodbye, gradually, I grew up, went to junior high school, and high school, because the county is far away from home, so the number of times to go home is not too many, just the thoughts of the family hidden in the brain, I also gradually faded into oblivion of the existence of this person, until one time to go home, heard the village entrance old ladies gather piles of La Croix.
? "You say the treasure stuffing can really not stupid class."
? "Yes, yes, I did not expect to save a girl child."
? "It was raining so hard that day, who all stayed at home to watch TV that, if it was not for the treasure stuffing, the girl would have been dead."
? "It's a pity that the treasure stuffing also ...... hey!"
? Originally, a rainy day, treasure stuffing defiantly saved a child, save people did not save themselves, was hit by a car, the remaining breath, lying on the ground, the driver to see that things are not right, drove away, leaving only the sound of the rain and the girl's cries. I also heard that the remaining breath also climbed a long way, the sky gray, mercilessly falling bean rain, he was one hand, grabbing the mud to climb forward, leaving a long trail of blood behind him, do not know what to do, the scene is really horrifying. The girl called out to the village to carry him to the hospital, he took his last breath. Grandpa said he wanted to crawl back to his new brick house, Grandpa said the rain that day can be really big, hit the face, can not tell whether it is the rain or the tears of the treasure stuffing, Grandpa also said, the treasure stuffing went very peaceful, the corner of the mouth is still hanging if the smile ......
? I listened to the tears. Although the village people say he is stupid, but I think the treasure stuffing is not stupid, he put the village people to his good in the heart, may not be able to say touching words, but can use their own actions to return them. Yes, his spirit is a bit of a problem, but does not prevent a kind heart fever. He has a good heart and knows how to repay kindness. Suddenly, I remembered his eldest uncle and felt bitter. There are a lot of people like that who live most of their lives and probably wouldn't know this
? I thought a lot about him, and putting aside the fear I used to have for him, I think, now, there is only admiration! To this day I don't know why the treasure stuffing was in that graveyard, and the inexplicable touch in my heart was probably because of a chance encounter and help. That is not a magnificent and even a little rude man, with the fire of his life lit a young candle, glowing with light and heat.
? After today, the house has been demolished, the empty space was built into a small square, every morning there are a lot of people dancing in the square, accompanied by the rhythm, a joyful. I think, the treasure stuffing will also be pleased.
? Prayer, may there be a road in heaven, a light on the road to illuminate your steps forward. If there is an afterlife, I hope you are a leaf of an evergreen tree, in the cycle of the seasons, with the color of not tuning.