The little boy tilted his head and looked at his mother.
He looked at the swing not far away again.
Just as mother said, the swing has stopped moving.
He raised his face and felt it.
There is no wind now.
But was there wind just now...
He doesn't remember either.
It must be windy.
My mother said it was the wind that moved the swing.
…
"Little fool."
The mother gently touched the child's head.
"What else could it be?"
"Did the swing move on its own?"
Women no longer struggle with this topic.
She smiled and pushed the child gently.
"alright."
"Don't you want to play on the swing?"
"There's no one around now, hurry up and play."
…
There are two swings in the open space.
The eldest sister noticed that the little boy was walking straight towards the swing where she was.
She shrugged slightly.
He jumped down lightly from the swing.
Not a single sound was made.
…
The little boy jumped on the swing.
…
"careful."
Mom immediately walked a few steps quickly and held on to the rope of the swing.
"Don't get on the swing like this next time."
What if the swing is crooked and the child cannot sit firmly and falls?
"very dangerous."
…
"oh."
Seeing that his mother's expression was a little serious, the little boy nodded obediently.
…
The eldest sister did not leave.
She walked to the swing next to it and sat down.
…
The child swayed hard on the swing.
However, the person is small and has little power, so the swing of the swing is not very large.
The little boy frowned dissatisfied.
"Mom~"
The little boy smiled like a cute little animal and looked at the woman standing beside him.
…
The woman immediately laughed.
"knew."
"Mom, help you push."
"Sit tight."
…
"Wow~"
Feeling the refreshing wind blowing across his face, the little boy grinned and smiled with all his teeth.
"Mom, push it higher."
"Higher~"
"Wow~"
The little boy's clear laughter and cheers echoed above the open space.
The child's mother had to speak out to stop the child.
"Lower your voice."
There are residential buildings nearby.
Moreover, the sound insulation equipment of residential buildings in this old community is not very good.
Sounds from downstairs can be clearly transmitted to upstairs.
"Otherwise, some very vicious grandparents will appear."
Woman "scares" children.
…
The child immediately covered his mouth.
The big eyes blinked,
"oh."
The child nodded his head obediently.
…
"good."
The woman lowered her eyes and smiled softly.
"Come on, sit down, mom is about to push."
…
"Hmm~"
The little boy adjusted his position.
He was stunned by the movement he accidentally caught in the corner of his eye.
"Mother,"
he shouted immediately.
"look."
"The swing next to it is moving!"
…
Um?
Hearing this, the woman took a step forward and looked at the swing next to her.
…
The swing does swing slightly.
However, this level of swing...
"It must be the wind."
The woman gave the same answer as before.
…
"It's wind again."
The child muttered.
He tilted his head and looked at the swing on the side.
The eyeballs were motionless.
Like a sculpture.
…
"Um."
The woman looked at the hair on the back of the child's head with a smile, her voice filled with laughter.
"There is no other reason except that it was blown by the wind."
…
The little boy opens his eyes wide.
It stopped moving again.
He stretched out his hand.
…
There is something strange about the woman.
"What's wrong?"
"Why reach out?"
…
"I'm feeling the wind."
The little boy said seriously.
…
ah?
The woman was slightly startled.
Then he said a little funny, "Do you still need to reach out to feel the wind?"
…
"Um."
The little boy nodded seriously.
…
"alright."
The woman reached out and rubbed the child's head.
Many of children's ideas are really funny and cute.
"Do you want to go on the swing again?"
…
"want."
The little boy responded loudly.
…
"Sit down if you want."
The woman looked slightly positive.
"Maybe the wind brought by our swing just now made the swing next to it move."
She had just thought of this possibility.
She didn't understand why this child was so concerned about a swing that no one was sitting on moving.
Maybe it's the strange focus of children.
…
"Oh~"
The little boy pursed his lips.
Seems a little disappointed.
…
"What's wrong?"
The woman was puzzled, "Why do you look a little disappointed?"
…
"I thought I could see the elf."
The little boy puffed up his cheeks.
…
ah?
Elf?
The woman blinked.
Soon, a smile filled the woman's eyes.
What a child.
…
The eldest sister held her chin with one hand and tilted her head to look at the little boy.
Elf?
what is that?
No matter what it is...
She is not.
Humans really have a lot of weird words.
Big sister always feels that she understands human beings a little...
She also discovered words she didn’t understand, or saw things she didn’t understand, or humans made strange postures and made strange movements in her eyes...
Human beings really always make her curious.
…
"Yeah?"
The woman did not expose the child's innocent words, but followed the child's words.
"It's a pity that it's not an elf this time."
"It doesn't matter."
"Maybe you can meet the elf next time."
…
"Really?"
The child's eyes are sparkling.
…
"Um."
The woman smiled and gently pushed the swing in her hand.
"Come, sit down."
"Mom is going to push."
…
"Okay~"
The little boy narrowed his eyes.
A big smile appeared on his face.
"Mom, be taller."
"Wow~"
"Giggle~"
…
The eldest sister watched the little boy swing on the swing with great interest.
In fact, this child is the normal state of human children she sees.
Innocent and innocent, like the morning sunshine.
Clean, pure and warm.
And the child who just left...
It was different from many children she saw.
Special silence.
There seemed to be a faint layer of gloom lingering around him.
Somewhat depressing.
Also a little cautious.
I don't know how to laugh wildly.
Crying also showed some restraint.
But that was the child in her first impression.
As the number of times they met increased, the child gradually changed.
…
He became a little like most of the children she saw.
Especially when he saw her, the child smiled brightly, without any gloom.
It was not in vain that she had listened to the child cry so many times.
…
The child was the first to cry in front of her.
I cried more than once.
While crying, I mumbled a lot.
In fact, she didn't hear it very clearly.
But it doesn't matter.
She would show a gentle smile every time the child looked over...