Little beggar in front of the photo studio

There she is again, dragging her dirty and torn shoe box and looking out through the French window.

I turned around and shouted to the back room, "Sister Mei-"

Sister Hongmei was settling accounts with the accountant when she heard my cry and looked out.

Soon, she saw the little beggar behind the French window.

A loaf of bread, half a sausage, a cup of hot water and a pile of small change add up to about five or six yuan.

The little beggar put the change into the shoe box, covered it, picked up the food on the plate, found a shady corner and began to enjoy the food slowly.

I shook my head.

I don't know what I mean by shaking my head: sympathy for the poor little beggar? Still feeling the kindness of Sister Mei?

When I turned to look at the bride again, I found that the bride was actually looking at the little beggar in the corner like me. Finding me looking at her, she was a little embarrassed and asked, "Is that your boss's wife Mei Jie?"

"yes! Proprietress. " I rummaged through my cosmetic bag and replied, "Good heart! This little guy has been here for two or three months. Since the day she came, our sister Mei has been giving it every day without interruption. "

"I used this pose to make up a bride that day, but she cried with fear and spent all her makeup." Finally found the smoky eyebrow pencil, which goes well with the bride's black hair. I glanced at the bride and asked her, "Aren't you afraid?"

The bride smiled faintly: "It looks terrible, but considering their life experiences, they are all very poor."

"Yes," I began to draw eyeliner for the bride. "I heard that children are turned from other people's homes. In order to put them on the street for money without being recognized, these people are not afraid of bad karma! "

The bride looked up and cooperated with me to draw eyeliner for her: "These children are treasures when they are at home. What a pity now! "

I nodded, answered "yes" in my mouth, and then began to make up the bride seriously.

My name is Jimmy, a first-class makeup artist in Tintin Studio.

Although I am bit part in this story, I still want to tell you my name.

Oh, by the way, I am an orphan.

I don't know why I am an orphan. Maybe I got lost. Maybe I was sold and saved. Maybe … Anyway, I am an orphan.

2 Hongmei

My name is Hongmei.

More than a year ago, my husband and I came to Qinghe County to open this photo studio, mainly focusing on wedding photography.

My home is not in qing he, but in S city. We also opened a photo studio when we were in S city, but at that time it was mainly children's art photos.

I named this studio "Tintin Studio". At the time of registration, the person from the Industrial and Commercial Bureau said that the wedding photo studio was called "Tintin", which sounded like a child's name.

He's right. Tintin is a child's name. She is my daughter.

On Children's Day three years ago, my husband and I took Tintin to the zoo to play. We lost Tintin there.

We are crazy, we cry and argue, and we cry and smash everything that can be smashed at home. Finally, after such a quarrel, I thought I couldn't find my daughter, so I closed the photo studio and looked for my daughter everywhere. At that time, as long as I heard a little news about Tintin, I would get there.

Later, someone told us that Tintin seemed to be in Qinghe County, so we came to Qinghe County, where I found out that I was pregnant. I don't want it, but my husband said, "Yes, it would be great to have a younger brother or sister with Ding Ding when she comes back!" "

Finally, we decided to stay in Qinghe county, and I continued to open a photo studio. My husband is in charge of looking for Tintin everywhere.

Three months ago, Jimmy made up for a bride in front of the window. The bride suddenly screamed in horror. When I came out of the back room, I found everyone looking at the window next to Jimmy.

The sunshine outside was so dazzling that I squinted. It turned out to be a little beggar standing outside and looking in from the French window.

When I saw her clearly, I couldn't help shivering.

What kind of face is that?

Must have been burned by sulfuric acid, no eyebrows, eyelids, nose and mouth.

How to describe it?

It can only be said that a tangled skin has five holes!

She stood quietly at the window, like a ghost falling out of thin air on a white day.

The bride got into the groom's arms and cried with a runny nose and tears, washing away the isolation, foundation and eye shadow that Jimmy had just put on.

Two or three courageous people in the shop put down what they were doing and came out, ready to drive this boy out of the sky. Just as they were about to go out, I suddenly cried for no reason:

"Don't go!"

Everyone looked back at me, and I saw that everyone said to them as if they had made a major decision: "You do your own thing, I'm leaving."

I took a few individually wrapped buns from the coffee table where I received the guests, and took a cup of hot water with a paper cup. With these words, I walked out of the photo studio and motioned the little beggar to leave the window with me.

The little beggar followed me to the corner and I handed her bread and water. My heart trembled again when she held out her hand.

Those hands should also be burned by sulfuric acid, and there is not an inch of intact skin on them. Sadly, except for the thumb, the fingers at the back are basically stuck together.

I watched her laboriously pick up the bread, put it in her mouth that was burned without lips, and pulled it with both hands to open the plastic package. I tried several times, but nothing came of it.

I reached out to help her tear open the package and took out the bread inside and handed it to her.

It is difficult for her to eat. I looked down and picked up the steamed buns and tore them one by one. When I tore them, I was thinking about my Tintin. Where is she? How is she? Can you eat and sleep warm?

In recent years, we have heard a lot about abducting and selling children. Children bought and adopted by others should be the best result we have ever heard. For better or worse, they always have food and drink and a decent place to sleep.

Others will be maimed by traffickers, burn their faces with sulfuric acid and throw them into the street to beg for money. Most of these children sleep in bridge opening, eating rotten buns and drinking cold water.

Many children were weak and died.

All the parcels have been torn up. I squatted opposite her and watched her eat. My heart ached and tears flowed involuntarily.

When I turned around and wiped my tears with my fingers, I saw some change in the shoe box next to the little beggar, so I turned into the shop and took some change and put it in the shoe box.

Maybe if she brought more money back, they would treat her better.

Xiao Li, the accountant, and Hao Hao came out of the back room together. Haohao is my son. Only two months later, he cried. I stood up and walked around.

The little beggar suddenly shouted "ah-ah-ah-"behind me. I looked back at her and thought about it. I bent down and said to her, "I will give you bread whenever you come here in the future."

Since then, little beggars have come almost every day.

Jimmy said she wouldn't go anywhere when she came. She just stopped at the window where Jimmy worked. When Jimmy saw her, she immediately hid in the corner. Every time I come at noon, I sit in the corner and eat bread, drink hot water and get some sunshine in time. After having a rest after dinner, I dragged my shoebox to beg for money elsewhere. Before she left, she always put the plates and cups neatly in the corner.

Once, Xiao Li, an accountant, went to the cashier and said, "This child was taught very well at home and behaved very well. Poor thing! "

In the afternoon when Xiao Li finished this sentence, I always wanted to find a place to hide and cry.

My Ding Ding, is she in Qinghe County? If not, where are you?

3 xiaoguaiguai

My name is Xiao Cute. As far as I can remember, my parents always like to hold me in their arms, shaking me and shouting "little darling" with a smile.

I don't remember when I left my parents or how I left them. All I know is that suddenly one day I opened my eyes and heard a loud cry before I could see around. Sitting up in a daze, I found myself sleeping on the ground, very cold.

The room was dark and there were cries in my ears. I was frightened and shouted, "Dad-Mom-"

In the past, as long as I called them, they would appear in front of me, pick me up and pat me: "Oh, my darling woke up …" But this time, I called many times, but my parents didn't see me. I was in tears and cried, "Dad-Mom-"

But no parents.

I'm tired of crying and hungry. I stopped and looked around, only to find that the dark room was full of children, and their faces were covered with flowers and tears.

Later, several particularly fierce people came. They opened the door with flashlights in their hands. While shining the flashlight on our faces, they cursed maliciously: "Why are you howling, and then throw them out to feed the dogs!" "

We were too scared to cry and crowded together.

Finally, a little boy was dragged away from us, pulled out of the room and the door closed again.

The room was dark again, so I tried to open my eyes. When I saw it clearly, I found a little girl looking at me with wide eyes.

Finally I asked her, "Where is this?"

She shook her head and cried.

As soon as she shed tears, I began to shed tears. I wanted to call my parents, but I was afraid to cry when I thought of those people saying "throw them out to feed the dog."

So we cried quietly for a while, and then fell asleep next to each other.

Then we woke up and started chatting. She is hungry, so am I, but there is nothing to eat in the room. Finally, I don't know which one of us took out a small bag of biscuits from his pocket, so we shared it.

She said her name was Tintin. She remembers that her parents took her to the zoo. There were many people in the zoo that day. Dad went to buy her ice cream. She and her mother stood under the tree and waited. A gust of wind blew her hat into the tree.

Mother said, "Tintin is still here. Mom will pick up the hat."

She watched her mother go to the little tree, and then a big hand came over and covered her eyes. She thought her father had been blindfolded and let her guess. She said that she fell asleep before calling her father, and then opened her eyes in an unknown car. There are some strangers in the car, adults and children. She wanted to cry, but she couldn't. She found her mouth blocked by a piece of cloth.

I woke up here.

Those fierce people will come every day, and children will always take them away when they come.

One day, Tintin said, "Mom said that someone sells children specially. Will we be sold? "

I only vaguely remember that my parents seemed to have said the same thing to me, and I also remember that they asked me to recite my phone number and my name.

But I don't remember my parents' phone numbers or their names. I only remember their names as cuties.

Tintin said she remembered, but she couldn't say.

I asked her why.

She said that a child named Wenwen told her this. Wenwen is a boy who was dragged away before I came. He said that before Ding Ding came, a child said that she remembered her parents' phone numbers and wanted to call them. And she was dragged away. When she came back, she had a lot of white cloth wrapped around her face and hands, and there was still blood under the cloth. They asked her what was wrong, but she couldn't say anything but "meowed".

In the end, everyone thought that because she said she would call her parents, the bad guys got angry and beat her like this.

After that, I didn't say I would call my parents, or I would be beaten.

We spent the rest of our lives together. Once when those fierce people came in, Tintin was looking down, and I saw a red mole behind her ear.

After those people left, I asked, "Why is there a red dot behind your ear?"

Tintin said it was a mole and reached behind his ear: "My mother gave it to me, and my mother has one here."

I suddenly asked for no reason: "Why did Mom and Dad sell us?"

Ding Ding thought for a moment: "Are we disobedient?"

We both stopped talking.

Finally, one day, those fierce people came to drag Ding Ding, and we hugged each other tightly and cried loudly: "No-no-no-"

But Tintin was dragged away.

I couldn't help crying when the door closed. I miss my parents, Tintin, and I want to go home.

When I woke up, I began to feel hot, hot and confused all over. Then a man brought me a pill and a glass of water to eat. I looked at her in a daze and felt like my mother. I grabbed her hand and cried loudly. I said, "mom, mom, I'm not naughty anymore." I will listen to everything you say. Don't sell me. " The man put the medicine in my mouth and filled me with water. When I swallowed the medicine, I was ready to go. I climbed over and hugged her feet, still crying, "Mom, don't go. I can recite everything my mother told me. I can recite the poem you told me. You and dad's phone I can recite it ... "

Later, I became a child who was beaten by Wen Wen.

For a long time, my memory was painful! It hurts! It hurts!

I don't know how long it took, but the pain gradually stopped. Just before I felt much pain, someone came and took me to a dirty car. This time, I sat in the car for a long time. Almost no one could see the house on the road, but I saw the sun rise several times.

A few days later, I was handed over to a woman. She asked me, "Do you want to eat cake?"

I nodded.

I haven't eaten cake, meat and vegetables for a long time. Every day is a mess.

She led me to the car, where there were several children, some with broken feet and some without hands.

Every time the car goes, a child will be lost. Walking up to me, the woman handed me a paper box: "As long as you need enough money today, I will give you a cake." When she pushed me out of the car, she said, "Don't run, or there will be no cake to eat."

There was not much money in my box that day, and everyone avoided me when they saw me.

When my beautiful aunt sees me, she will cover her eyes or turn her head to one side and run in a hurry.

Children will cry when they see me, and they will let their parents hug me.

People will sigh and shake their heads when they see me.

When I passed the window of a shop, I finally knew why. I thought I would never find my parents again. They wouldn't recognize me even if they saw me, and I drank a bowl of medicine before being taken to the street by that woman, and I couldn't speak again.

I think there is a child like me in the car. I wonder if she is the child who wants to call her parents.

When I was staring at the shadow in the glass, an old woman came out of it and shouted at me fiercely, "Go away! Go away! Not here! "

I fell asleep against the lamppost at night, and the woman came over. I thought she was coming to pick me up, but I didn't expect that she just took money from my paper box and threw me a steamed stuffed bun.

I sleep in the street most nights, but they always take us back every few days and let us watch the begging children eat cakes and meat.

I haven't eaten it once. Until that day, I stood in front of a big window.

There were many aunts in the window making up, and the aunt by the window cried when she saw me. Another aunt came out. I thought she would kick me out. I didn't expect her to bring me bread and water.

Gave me some money.

When she left, I saw a red mole behind her ear, just like Tintin's mole!

It suddenly occurred to me that Tintin had said that her mole was exactly the same as her mother's. I couldn't help shouting excitedly, but I could only make a sound of "ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah".

Aunt red mole looked back at me and said softly, "I will give you bread as long as you come here in the future."

I want to say something to her, but I can't.

Then I thought about it. Even if I had a way to tell her that I had seen Tintin, I didn't know where Tintin had gone.

That night, I missed my father and mother and I cried again.

From that day on, I went to the big window every day. Tintin's mother gives me bread and hot water every day.

Yes, she is Tintin's mother. I am sure, but I don't know why.

4 Dingding

When I was very young, I had a very strange dream. People in my dreams always call me "Tintin", and I also call me "Tintin" when I play with other children.

That dream was a mess;

After a while, a strong wind blew away my hat. My mother went to pick it up, but I fell into a black hole.

After a while, a little girl hugged me and cried. I gave her the cookies in my pocket.

Later, a little boy said that if he could remember his parents' phone numbers, he would be beaten badly. ...

I told my parents what happened in my dream. My parents always touch my head and say with a smile, What are these? What a mess!

At this time, I will be embarrassed to giggle.

My name is Li.

I am seven years old.

My parents like to call me by my nickname: "Nini"

Once when they called me "Nini" at the school gate, my classmates laughed at me. When I got home, I pouted and said angrily, "Call me Li from now on!"

Both of them said, "Good!"

But then they still called me "Nini", alas! Call me. Actually, I like it when they call me "Nini", but I'm a little embarrassed outside.

I'm going to school. Today, the school organized us to go to send warm, a children's welfare home. I chose a Mickey doll from the toys and gave it to the children in the welfare home.

5 Zhang Guodong

My name is Zhang Guodong.

Also called Jimmy.

That's right, Jimmy from Tintin Studio. I am Jimmy only when I am a makeup artist in the studio.

I said I was an orphan, so I often went back to the orphanage.

Most of the mothers who raised me before have retired. I went back mainly to see where the children and I grew up.

Now the orphanage is not called an orphanage, but a children's welfare home. New buildings were built and new equipment was added. I feel much better than when I was a child, but the people here-now called nurses-don't look as kind as their former mothers.

Since three years ago, the main purpose of my visit to the children's welfare home is to see the little beggar.

This little guy stayed in front of the big window of Tintin's studio for about five months. Then the government suddenly cleaned up the tramps on the street. I heard that those who were sane and could tell their home addresses were sent home, and those who were insane were sent to welfare homes.

The little beggar went to the welfare home and got his own name-Tong Aihua. But I still like to call her a beggar, and she is not angry. She is always happy to see me.

Today is my day off, and I'm here again.

I didn't expect a school to organize children to live in send warm today, and the usually deserted welfare home was suddenly very lively.

I finally saw a little beggar in a corner, but she was not alone. A rare little girl was talking to her and gave her a Mickey doll.

The little girl has great courage. She's not afraid. I stood under the refuge corridor and leaned against the post to listen to them.

I don't know what the little girl said She giggled first, and the beggar couldn't help laughing. As a result, she accidentally knocked Mickey to the ground The little girl bent down to help her check. The moment I looked down, I saw a red mole behind her ear, lining her fair skin.

I squinted at the little girl and always felt that the mole was a little familiar. ...