So it was dusk.
I have never seen such a weak autumn.
Sitting alone on the swing in the courtyard, I tightened the thin blanket around me and looked up at the high sky. The flowing clouds and the wisps of clouds were so close that they seemed to touch the tip of my nose.
There is also a faint wind blowing through the pale autumn.
Outside the door, there is a small attic across the street. There is a window with a hollow pattern on the attic, which is just higher than the fence door and can fall into my eyes. Whenever I swing on my swing, the loft is dramatically enlarged for a moment.
I don't know why, it makes me feel that I am not alone. When I leave, it will witness it with my own eyes, but it will not shed tears for me. It's great, there's a loft across the street.
"I'll take you home." He bent down and picked me up, walking slowly towards home.
"Tong, am I heavy?"
"No."
"Then why are you sweating?"
"It's probably tears. I chose another way to express them."
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The Little Xun Chapter of the Xun Guo Series of Stories
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