Eh! That's my seat! "A child came running through the fallen osmanthus, with broken osmanthus petals hanging from his hair, and mooncake dregs still stuck to the corner of his mouth. "Hey! The one above! That's my seat, you hear? "
In the dark night, Jiang Qi could only see an outline. Judging from the height and build, it was a boy about the same age as him. The wind howled and the words came intermittently. Jiang Qi did not hear what he shouted clearly. He looked like he wanted to sit down.
"What did you say? Do you want to come up? Then he hooked the greasy hand that was chewing the moon cake and said, "Come and sit together!" "
Huh——
The child tapped his foot lightly and turned over. The corners of his clothes swayed, making the tree tremble. Osmanthus flowers fell down and danced in the air, like fireflies returning in a long procession on a dark night.
Jiang Qi stretched out his hand and gently picked up the broken petals on his head. The petals flew down in pieces. The breeze blew, and the sky was full of fireflies flying towards the brilliant Milky Way.
Intention: Where to fall, where to stand up