…

"oh."

Xu Enguang picked up the soup bowl and drank the soup.

…

"I'm done eating."

Xu Enguang smiled at the two old people.

He stood up and took his bowl to the kitchen sink.

He washed his hands.

He went back to his house.

Same as in the past.

…

Xu Enguang opened the drawer.

He took out a notebook containing memories of him and his eldest sister.

I flipped through it and found the page with the bookmark.

He couldn't help but stare at the bookmark in confusion for a while.

Because it was made into a bookmark, the flower that bloomed in front of his eyes always stayed at its most beautiful moment.

…

Xu Enguang shook his head slightly.

He turned the book to the last page.

Mushroom-headed boy...

Xu Enguang was a little stunned.

…

He tried very hard to recall every detail about the mushroom-headed boy.

Especially the other person's appearance.

pity.

His forehead was throbbing with pain, and the mushroom-headed boy's face was still blurry in his mind.

…

"boom!"

"Hiss~"

Xu Enguang covered his forehead with his hands.

A grin on his face.

He just hit himself on the head, and he didn't pay attention for a moment, so he accidentally hit it too hard.

drink.

He suddenly took a breath of cold air.

…

pity.

Even though he was so cruel to himself -

Although it was just an accident.

But that's the result.

He still didn't think of the mushroom-headed boy.

…

Xu Enguang held the pen and "struggled to death" for a while.

"……Why……"

He gave up.

If you can't remember it, you just can't remember it.

Unless someone carves his head open and takes a look...

Maybe he can find those memories he forgot.

…

Xu Enguang wrote down his encounter, acquaintance and friendship with the mushroom-headed boy.

Compared with scratching his head and head at the previous moment, Xu Enguang seemed to be particularly at ease at this moment.

The sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper was endless.

…

"Hoo~~"

Xu Enguang exhaled a long breath.

Finished writing.

Compared with his eldest sister, he met the mushroom-headed boy later and spent less time together.

Naturally, he spends less time recording.

…

Xu Enguang casually threw the pen aside.

He reached out and rubbed his somewhat swollen forehead.

He seems to be overusing his brain...

He recalled too many past events.

As soon as he put down the last stroke, the pictures that passed through his mind were like a revolving door, and they all settled on the last picture.

An extremely ordinary picture.

A very ordinary farewell.

did not think of……

But it’s “Farewell forever.”

The mushroom-headed boy never appeared in front of him again.

…

Xu Enguang tried to relax himself.

Don't think about anything.

He leaned back in his chair.

Head up.

The white ceiling comes into view.

…

Well.

what is that?

Xu Enguang opened his eyes wide.

There is a small black spot on the snow-white wall.

…

spider!

After watching for a long time, Xu Enguang finally saw clearly the true identity of the black dot.

He grinned.

But soon, his smile turned a bit self-deprecating.

He is quite boring too.

Staring at a spider for so long.

He lowered his head.

It’s tiring to keep your head up all the time.
To be continued...