Huahua Is Sleepwalking

When I was a child, I always looked forward to the maturity of growing up, but when I grow up, I miss the innocence of my childhood. People are always like this, missing the past and worrying about the future. I don't remember much about my childhood. Maybe it's because those days when I was a kid weren't exciting enough to be unforgettable for me? Regarding me now, don't worry, sit down and let me talk to you slowly. Crying for the first time My mother pulled me to the instructor and asked in a voice so small that only the three of us could hear it, "Teacher, can I take my child to have a meal with me?" My parents booked a flight at eight o'clock in the evening, and after having dinner with me, we had to rush to the airport to go home. In the next 180 days or so, our contact may only be through a cold telephone. "No, if every family is like this, how can I take care of the students?" The instructor coldly rejected my mother's request. He didn't know how sad I cried holding my mother in the corner of the campus after he left. Now I feel sad every time I pass that corner. First confession "I seem to like you a little bit." I mustered up the courage to pick up the phone and send this sentence. The waiting time seemed extremely long. Two beeps reminded me that the message was coming. I picked up the phone excitedly, but put it down feebly after seeing the words on it clearly. It clearly showed the message he sent me back. "How come there is such an illusion?" The first confession failed...