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Chapter 3478 The only one

The young man thought that he would not lose the news about his father.

Because he lives at his grandparents' house.

Dad will visit grandparents.

He can see his father.

Even if my father comes over every time, even if he is at home, he will just hide in his room and not come out.

But he could hear sounds outside.

He knows his father's voice.



But the departure of eldest sister and mushroom head...

Just really left.

Nothing is left.

Not even a final goodbye.

Who knows...

After the ordinary goodbye that day...

We really never saw him again.



He couldn't help but regret a little.

Also full of confusion and doubts.

Did he do something wrong?

Why did you leave without saying a word?

In that last meeting, was there something unusual about them that he didn't notice?

When he thought of this, he couldn't help but recall the scene when they last met over and over again.

He wanted to remember it more carefully, even more carefully...

Maybe there will be some new discoveries...



pity…..

He was annoyed by his bad memory.

Moreover, he made some almost horrifying discoveries...

The last time he met them...the more he recalled...the blurry the picture became!?

His brain is like an old television.

White snowflakes gradually swallowed up the still clear picture.

He didn't dare to think about it.

But I dare not think about it.

He was extremely conflicted.

He doesn't know what's wrong with him?

He obviously considers himself to be quite good at reciting.

His memory shouldn't be so bad...



What went wrong?

He doesn't understand.

It seems that whenever he has some clues to find his eldest sister, there will be corresponding obstacles.



"Bang~bang~"

He hit his head hard several times.

The slightest pain did not clear his mind.

There was a hint of paleness in his ugly face.

He unconsciously reached out and grabbed the clothes on his chest.



The bright red he caught in the corner of his eye startled him.

He raised his eyes.

It is the sunset in the sky.

Such gorgeous colors...

It makes people feel a bit thrilling.



The young man stared at the sunset and fell into a daze.

ah!

He is going home!

The young man immediately started running.

My grandparents said they would be home late.

But no specific time was given.

If he goes back later than his grandparents...

How is he going to explain?



From a distance, the young man saw the car he was going to take entering the station.

He ran even faster.

The schoolbag hit his back repeatedly behind him.

The howling wind roared in my ears.



The young man jumped into the car before it closed.



Even though it was much later than the time he usually returned home, the density of people on the bus was almost the same as when he took the bus before.

The entire carriage looks like a fish can.

It was packed with people.



The boy struggled to stand in the gap.

He lowered his head.

Trying to control his gasping for air.

He almost died when he ran away just now.



fortunately.

He didn't run away in vain.

When he got home, he found that his grandparents had not returned yet.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

As if something suddenly occurred to him, he hurriedly took off his shoes and ran into the house.

But after running two steps, he stopped, turned around and put the shoes he had taken off away.

Then he entered the house.



Regardless of his still panting state -

He got out of the car and ran all the way home.

Because of his impatience, the young man pulled out the desk drawer with a little force.

The slightly harsh sound startled the young man.

He didn't care.

Instead, he buried his head in the drawer and started searching.



Um?

No?!

How can it be?

The boy opened his mouth wide.



He remembers...

This is where he put it...

He took out everything from the drawer.

Still nothing found.



The young man took a deep breath.

He pressed his temples hard.

Don't worry.

think carefully……

The young man frowned.



ah!

The young man's eyes lit up.

Could it be...

He turned around sharply.

Almost staggered.

He quickly stood upright.

He quickly walked to the bookshelf.



The boy was flipping through a book.

As time went by, his actions became more and more rough.

The sound of turning books became louder and louder.



He turned the book upside down and shook it.

Books made a clattering sound.



The young man was completely absent -

No.

It's noticed.



His expression became increasingly anxious.

ah!

Something fell out of the overturned book.

The young man's eyes lit up.

He immediately reached out his hand.



certainly.

He didn't receive it.

He knelt down.

The closer distance allowed him to see clearly...

really.

His feeling was right.

The bookmark in front of him was made from the flowers his eldest sister gave him.



found it!

The young man looked happy.

He reached out and picked up the bookmark that fell to the ground.

Blow gently.

He held it in his hand and shook it.

There is a cheerful smile in the corners of the eyes and eyebrows.



He suddenly thought of this bookmark before.

This bookmark was made from the flowers given to him by his eldest sister.

Because the scene of flowers slowly blooming in front of his eyes in the hands of his eldest sister was too shocking.

Then the eldest sister explained the reason why she gave him flowers and it was so heart-warming.

In order to permanently preserve the flower given to him by his eldest sister, he made the flower into a bookmark.

In this way, the flower can always remain at its most beautiful.

I can always stay with him.



did not think of……

This bookmark became the only thing that the eldest sister left to him.

If it weren't for this bookmark, he almost wondered if he was having a dream?

In the dream, there was a big sister who was very kind to him.

And the mushroom-headed boy who plays with me...



Very good.

Big sister is not a dream.

The mushroom-headed boy is not a dream either.

The boy touched the bookmark with a relieved expression on his face.



The next day, he went to the clearing again.

Even if my grandparents won’t come home late that day.

He was unwilling to do so.

He thought that maybe the people he met yesterday happened to be people who had never seen Big Sister.

The person who saw Big Sister may not be there.



The boy went to the clearing again and again.

He was simply obsessed.

Until one day, grandma walked into his room with a serious face.

Ask him why he has been so late coming home these past few days?

He seemed to have come back to his senses from a daze-like state.



The boy no longer went to the open space after school.

It's useless to go.

He thought a little bit like breaking the jar.

He has been there so many times...

I asked so many people.

As a result, many people got to know him.

This made him a little embarrassed.

He couldn't bear their enthusiasm.

He himself didn't know much information.

How to tell others?



"……Too strange……"

The young man murmured.

"Back and forth in the open space every day-"

“There aren’t many people.”

"But not a lot."

"It should be obvious that my eldest sister and I are sitting on the swing, right?"


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