It was still raining lightly outside, and watching the pedestrians hurriedly passing by on the street, I felt like I was in a trance.
I lowered my head and walked in the rain, not because I forgot to bring an umbrella, but because I wanted to enjoy the feeling of being bathed in the rain. Maybe in this way, I could feel the same sadness that God felt like me...
I'm sad, I cried...
It's raining, the sky is crying...
Walking into a patch of green grass, turning over the leaves, and overcoming many obstacles, my grandma's mushroom cabin reappeared in front of me.
It's midsummer now, and the peach blossoms next to grandma's little mushroom have bloomed. The pink petals are hovering in the sky and drizzle, and finally fall on the ground, forming a beautiful landscape.
Grandma's favorite dandelions are covered with chubby cotton balls in front of the door. They float when the wind blows. They are so cute.
But among them, there is not a single pink dandelion...
I still felt a little sad. I raised my head and looked at the sky. I held the bronze key that my grandma had given me in my hand. This would be the only way to open the door in front of me. I felt the cold temperature of the key up close.
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Grandma, do pink dandelions really exist in this world?
Turn the key and gently open the lock in front of the door with familiarity. "Crack!——" the door opened.
I don’t know why, but the door of the little mushroom house was already open at this moment, but I was a little stunned, but it was only for a moment. I gently pushed the door open with trembling hands.
"Squeak!——"
Gently walking in, a familiar breath hit my face, this breath...
I'm a little excited, it smells like grandma...
Could it be that grandma has never left, has she never left me?
"Grandma..." I couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise, and ran into the house with great strides, running towards the bed where my grandma used to like to sit cross-legged.
But there... it's still empty, actually... there's no one there...
Thick dust has accumulated on the coffee table and small wooden table, and the cabin that has been unoccupied all year round has the smell of rotten wood...
There will definitely be no one...
Illusion... hallucination? The familiar feeling just now was actually an hallucination...
I couldn't bear it any longer, so I crawled on the table and cried bitterly...
Grandma... I really miss you... Grandma... I miss you... I miss the warmth of being in your arms... the feeling of relying on you... I respect and love you the most in my life...
Suddenly, on the tree-lined road of Mushroom House, a pure black Lincoln drove past...
In the car window, there seemed to be a boy with fair skin, black sunglasses, and eye-popping flaxen hair. But in his eyes, there was a cold light of deep loneliness...
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