The balloon is already on the verge of collapse and the roc spreads its wings.
Chongming saw it, hesitated for a moment, and walked over.
"Shall we shout to the playground?" He sat down next to her and turned to look at her.
"No, there are so many people here." Balloon whispered.
Chongming pretended not to hear: "Then what are we shouting?"
"... Whatever."
"Then just shout—let's go, I'll go first."
"Don't."
"Ah——————————————————" Chongming shouted towards the playground and the sunset.
"How about we come together!" Chongming looked at the balloon again.
Balloon had no choice but to nod.
"Ah————————"
Then she couldn't scream anymore.
Because my face was already filled with tears.
Chongming turned around and hugged her.
In my memory is your warm and broad chest.
Then it becomes blurry many years later.
Just touch it with your hand and it will scatter in the wind.