When the Jones family moved in, the town had just transitioned from the hot summer to autumn. Alfred was still a little boy who was not afraid of anything. He jumped up and down like a naughty bear, oh, a cute little bear with blond hair and blue eyes.
Under Wendy's curious gaze, Alfred stuck his butt in the tree.
This was the first time Wendy and Alfred met. Wendy was ten years old and the same age as Alfred.
"I'm Alfred, oh, wait, you must want to know my nickname!" Alfred, who was busy introducing himself, wiped the dirt from his cheeks with the back of his hand, put his hands stained with grass clippings on his chest, and pretended to be an adult.
The blond boy looked like a happy golden retriever puppy in the autumn sunshine. Even though he had just fallen from a tree branch that was half a man tall just a second ago, this did not prevent him from becoming friends with his new neighbor.
"Hmph, my nickname is Hero, which means hero! As for what kind of hero..." He thought about his identity under Wendy's confused gaze. Like all justice messengers, he also hopes to have a special name.
Unfortunately, Alfred's little mind has not stored enough heroic characters. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said informally: "Well, I haven't figured this out yet, but it doesn't matter. I think we will be friends for a long time, and I will tell you then."
Thirteen-year-old Alfred often went to play with Wendy on a nearby hillside. At that time, Alfred always looked at the planes in the sky obsessively.
As expected, when he grew up, he became the first young pilot in the town. When he was eighteen years old, Wendy also entered a good university.
Eighteen-year-old Alfred smashed Wendy's window with a rock after the graduation party. He is no longer the evil-minded kid he used to be, threatening Wendy with rocks to open the window.
"Hey, Wendy, I'm going to be a pilot soon, and you know they're all about carrying pictures of the most important people in their pockets. Would you like to give me a picture of you?"
Until Alfred was twenty-four years old, the pendant with Wendy's photo still hung near his heart, listening to his warm and bright love.
Then at the age of twenty-five, time reversed.
Concept: The apple blossoms in memory are sprinkled on us.