The gentle promise hooked by the little finger

In this fruit shop located at the entrance of the community, the proprietress was carefully peeling an apple for her little grandson. The little guy stood on tiptoes and leaned on the counter. His little finger was hooked on the corner of grandma's clothes, and he muttered: "Hang yourself with a hook, and it won't change for a hundred years." The sun poured in through the glass door, coating their bodies with a layer of gold. The landlady responded with a smile, the wrinkles in the corners of her eyes full of warmth. Looking at this heartwarming scene, I suddenly remembered that when I was a child, I had a similar hookup with my neighbor's sister, and we agreed to go to the same university together. Although it didn't work out in the end, the innocent friendship still feels warm in my heart when I think back to it.

In the afternoon, in front of the wonton stall at the entrance of the alley, Aunt Wang was busy greeting the customers. At this time, her daughter Xiaoqing came back from school, put down her schoolbag, and then got into the small operation room to help. Xiaoqing said: "Mom, today the teacher taught us how to fold a sunny day doll." After that, Xiaoqing took out a doll made of paper towels from her schoolbag, and then carefully hung it under the awning of the stall. She also said: "This way, it will be sunny every day, and my mother will not be afraid of rain." It won't rain anymore." Aunt Wang was stunned for a moment, her eyes turned slightly red, but she didn't stop working. She said, "Silly boy, mom will stay at home with you to do your homework when it rains." As a result, the mother and daughter looked at each other and smiled, which was a bit brighter than the sun.

In the evening, in the square of the park, several children were playing the game of "caged bird". One of the little girls, blindfolded, squatted down in the middle, and the friends around her held hands and circled around to sing praises. When the song finally ended, the little girl turned around and faced back, tilted her head and thought about it for a while, and accurately identified the little friend behind her who was smiling secretly with her lips pursed. Amidst the cheers, the boy who lost the game stood proudly in the middle area and blindfolded himself again. So the game continued, and the childlike songs floated leisurely in the evening breeze. Grandma Li, who was sitting on a bench knitting a sweater, said with a smile that she had played this game when she was a child, and so many years passed in a blink of an eye, and her granddaughter was already old enough to go to elementary school.

As night falls, the aroma of food wafts out from the small courtyard of Lao Zhang's house. Today is his daughter's seventh birthday, and her daughter's favorite food, Coke chicken wings, is placed on the table. Before blowing out the candles, the little guy solemnly made a wish: "I pray that my father will work less overtime and play with me more." Lao Zhang twitched his nose and hugged his daughter into his arms. The wife took photos with a smile on her face and recorded this warm moment. In fact, isn't the growth and inheritance mentioned in such ordinary porridge and meals, in the little moments of each other's company? There is no need for any shocking ceremony. The smiling faces of your family are just the most beautiful gifts.

On the way home, I passed by a community room, and melodious singing came from inside. Several retired aunts were rehearsing the chorus, and the song they chose was the well-known "Sakura". They may not understand the ancient stories behind the lyrics, but simply love the beauty contained in the melody. Isn't life just like this? Every era has its own way of interpretation, but we are more inclined to remember those parts with warm feelings. Just like those nursery rhymes that have been circulating for a long time, after removing the layers of legends, what is left is actually the most simple emotion - an infinite yearning for beauty and a very fervent hope for happiness.

As the night progressed, the sound of the piano playing upstairs stopped, and the sound of the TV playing next door also became smaller. I stood in front of the window for a while and saw the lights of thousands of houses extinguished one by one. Tomorrow is a brand new day. These small fragments in ordinary life are like the stars in the night sky. Although they are small, they are enough to light each other's path. It turns out that the most touching thing is not the grandeur, but the tender moments hidden in daily life, the care and protection between people. With this warmth in mind, I entered dreamland. The weather in my dream should also be nice.