I still remember the first time I came here. It was also a rainy day. I followed my mother to this luxurious apartment. As soon as I got there, my mother went out. I was only 15 years old at the time. Looking at this strange place, I was full of fear.
I was hungry, I touched my withered pocket, and found that I had nothing. My great mother didn't leave me a penny. I couldn't stand the hunger anymore, so I had to rummage around for food.
At this moment I saw him. He turned over the balcony and looked at me in shock. He had a very handsome and healthy face, and his height was estimated to be over 175cm.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know someone moved here." He seemed to have noticed my suspicious look and hurriedly explained.
"It's okay," I smiled, keeping my usual tone, "Do you come here often?"
"No, I didn't bring the key with me today. I live upstairs and can climb over here."
"Haha, is that right? Do you have anything to eat?"
He seemed frightened by my sudden question and did not respond for a long time.
I stepped on my canvas shoes, walked towards him step by step, and punched him.
"Dementia?"
"Hey, what are you doing? You're just borrowing the balcony. Do you need to hit me?"
I tilted my head and watched him wipe the corners of his mouth. He smiled and said, "I thought you were dementia. I'm hungry. Do you have anything to eat?"