In my memory, as a child, I ran through that long, narrow alley, and the copper key around my neck hit my chest, making a crisp sound. With this rhythm, I turned around the huge crooked-neck tree and crossed the construction site. From a distance, I could see the small balcony that was covered by ivy and was already mottled.
I would yell there, Hey, here I come!
Then, a pair of white, fat, short legs will run out from the balcony. She would come out of the darkness covered by the ivy and wave to me happily.
At that moment, I felt like the fearless prince in the fairy tale, riding a white horse, holding a long sword, roaring towards me. And she is the princess I want to save, beautiful, fragile, and with a bad-hearted stepmother. Therefore, she can't live without me. Without me, her world will only be dark. I thought so proudly.
The next moment, she appeared at the door, her plump smile looking like an idiot's.
I took her hand and walked towards the school.
Along the way, our fingers were interlocked, shaking and shaking. We have walked that road for 10 years, from being children to no longer being children.
It took me a long time to find an old article I wrote two years ago.
Trap, no results.
Conception: