Chapter 1985 Searching
His eyes turned away.
Seeing that the feather in her hand was still there, the little girl breathed a sigh of relief.
Just now she almost thought that the feathers in her hands were gone like the feathers last night.
She was so frightened that she couldn't breathe for a moment.
so far so good.
The little girl patted her chest.
only......
The little girl looked at her mother in confusion.
The feathers are still there, why does the mother say there are no feathers in her hand?
it's wired.
...
Seeing the puzzled expression on the little girl's face, the mother's face instantly turned ugly.
The little girl was a little frightened.
"......Mother?"
"Child mother."
The child's father immediately pulled the child's mother, "You scared the child."
"An'an, it's okay."
The child's father touched the child's head and said, "Now that you've woken up, go and wash up."
"There are fried dumplings that An An likes for breakfast today."
"real?"
The little girl suddenly became happy.
Just as she was about to get out of bed, she caught sight of the feather in her hand and couldn't help but pause.
Um……
What to do with feathers?
The feathers will get wet if you take them to the bathroom.
...
As if he knew what the child was hesitating about, the child's father smiled and said, "Just put the feathers in the room."
"The feathers that An An likes so much must be kept well."
"Yes or no?"
"Um!"
The little girl responded loudly.
She looked around, unsure of where to put the feathers.
"How about the drawer?"
The child's father suggested.
The little girl looked at the desk next to the bed.
She opened the drawer.
He took out a beautiful book with a pink cover.
She opened the book and put the feather in.
Then she closed the notebook.
Put the notebook back in the drawer.
The drawer was pushed halfway, and the little girl opened the drawer with a somewhat drastic movement.
She took out the pink-covered book and opened it.
Silver-white feathers lit up her eyes.
Very good.
The feathers are still there.
...
The child's father laughed and said, "An An has collected it so well, the feathers will not disappear."
"hey-hey."
The little girl really closed the drawer this time.
She jumped out of bed and skipped to the bathroom to wash up.
He shouted happily, "Fried dumplings, fried dumplings..."
...
After the child left the room, the smile on the father's face slowly faded.
The child's mother opened the drawer.
Looking at the pink-covered book lying in the drawer, she had a complicated expression.
She stretched out her hand.
But he was stopped by the child's father.
"When the feathers are gone, the child will cry again."
"feather......"
The child's mother's expression was indescribably weird.
He seemed to want to smile, but couldn't raise the corners of his mouth, "Did you see it?"
"No."
The child's father said in a low voice, "I just watched the child fold its feathers."
"Such a close distance..."
"I didn't see anything."
"Me too."
The child's mother rubbed the pink cover of the book with her fingers.
But every move of that child was so serious and natural...
She didn't know... which of them had the problem.
...
The child's mother carefully took out the pink-covered book.
This time the child's father did not stop him.
...
They opened the book page by page.
There are some children's writings and drawings in the book.
The innocent words and pictures make the viewers smile.
only......
Looking at the last page of paper, the mother and father looked a little heavy.
No.
There are no feathers in the book.
...
"Mom, dad!"
The child's screams were getting closer and closer along with the clattering footsteps.
"Pa~"
The child's mother closed the notebook.
The drawer was closed the second before the child pushed the door open.
...
"Mom, Dad, what are you doing?"
The little girl tilted her head.
"Dad, if you don't eat breakfast, you won't have time to eat."
"You'll be late for work."
"oops."
The child's father looked surprised.
"Yes, thank you An An for reminding dad."
"Let's go have breakfast together."
The child's father and the child left the room.
"Mom, hurry up too."
The little girl turned her head and shouted.
"Um."
The child's mother has gentle eyebrows.
The little girl breathed a sigh of relief.
My mother, who was a little weird before, is back to normal.
The smile on the little girl's face became even brighter.
...
The child's mother looks into the drawer.
The lips pursed unconsciously.
After another urging from the child, she finally withdrew her gaze.
"coming."
...
The little girl went out again.
This time she wasn't holding a feather.
The first time she wanted to hold the feather, her mother stopped her.
At that time, her mother's loud voice scared her.
She stood there blankly.
At a loss.
Scared and aggrieved.
But her mother apologized to her.
Dad also touched her head.
She likes to be touched on the head by her parents. She always feels...a little embarrassed but also very happy.
Her father told her that if such beautiful feathers were thrown outside, she would never get them back.
So it's better to leave the feathers at home.
She thinks what her father said makes sense.
She has already lost her feather once.
She didn't want her only feather to be lost again.
...
Her father also asked her not to show the feathers to others.
Of course.
If her father didn't tell her, she wouldn't show the feathers to anyone else.
Although she really wanted to show off the beautiful feathers she discovered...
But there is only one feather. What if someone asks her what she would do?
When she picks up feathers again or finds a big bird, and asks the big bird for more feathers, she then shows the feathers to others.
In this way, she can give feathers to them if they like to ask her for them.
She said what she thought.
Dad touched her head again -
"Good boy."
The little girl's eyes curved into crescent shapes.
hey-hey.
...
By the time the little girl came to her senses, it was already sunset.
The little girl looked frustrated.
I didn't find any feathers or big birds today.
so disappointed.
...
The little girl's obsession with feathers and big birds was beyond the expectations of her parents.
"An An, are you going out to look for feathers and big birds again today?"
"Um."
The little girl nodded, "Dad, Mom, I'm going out."
...
"Don't think too much about it."
The child's father comforted the worried mother, "We have asked the child not to tell others about feathers and big birds."
"It's fine."
"After a while, the children will forget about it when they can't find the feathers or the big bird."
"Um."
The child's mother nodded.
She had thought about taking her children to see a psychiatrist.
But in the end she gave up.
She couldn't bear the consequences if others found out about her child's visit to a psychiatrist.
There is no airtight wall in the world.
She doesn't want her child to be viewed in a colored light by others.
This is enough for now.
Just like the child's father said, they treat it like children playing house.
Children are just too innocent and cannot distinguish between reality and fantasy for a while...
This chapter has been completed!
