"Critical moment", an idea flashed in Xu Enguang's mind.
"...It's a math problem."
Xu Enguang looked a little uncomfortable.
For lying to grandma.
…
The old man thought it was because his grandson was embarrassed.
She smiled.
"It's a learning problem."
"My grandparents can't help you."
The old man breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
She thought the child had encountered some problem.
It turns out it’s really a difficult problem in the literal sense.
…
"Come."
The old lady turned around while greeting her grandson.
"Let's go eat first."
"Maybe if you eat enough and replenish your brain with nutrients, the problem can be solved."
"It doesn't matter if you really can't figure it out."
The old lady comforts her grandson.
"Go to school on Monday and ask your teacher or classmates."
…
"Um."
The smile on Xu Enguang's face became much more natural.
Very good.
"Muddle through".
He temporarily suppressed his suspicions about the mushroom-headed boy.
We can wait until after the meal to discuss everything.
…
While eating the food, Xu Enguang was a little absent-minded.
He tried to concentrate on eating.
He didn't want his grandparents to find out that he had something on his mind.
…
"Xiaoguang."
…
Xu Enguang suddenly raised his head.
My heart jumped heavily with fright.
There was also a bit of panic on his face.
…
"You scared the child."
The old man looked at the old woman.
"Why are you so loud all of a sudden?"
…
The old lady glared at the old man slightly.
"How can I be so loud?"
She looked at her grandson.
"Xiaoguang, why are you holding your head so low while eating?"
"My face is almost in the bowl."
…
"What does it matter?"
The old man speaks for his grandson.
"Xiao Guang just went out for a walk and felt hungry."
"It's inevitable that I ate in a hurry."
"Aren't you just burying your head in eating?"
…
"what is the relationship?"
The old lady was a little angry.
"It doesn't look good."
"what is the relationship……"
"The children are still young, so bad habits should be corrected in time."
"Otherwise, when you get older and get used to it, it will be difficult to correct it."
…
"you're right."
The old man immediately "changed sides".
"Xiaoguang, did you hear what your grandma said?"
"Don't hang your head so low next time you eat."
…
"Um."
Xu Enguang nodded obediently.
"I see."
It was his negligence.
Just now, he just thought about not letting his grandparents see his anxiety, which might not be hidden on his face.
Unexpectedly, it caused other misunderstandings.
…
Xu Enguang deliberately kept his distance from the bowl the next time he ate.
The back is straight.
The old lady twitched her lips slightly.
"There's no need to be so deliberate."
"Be natural."
Eating is also resting.
This child is eating like this...can it be a rest?
"As long as you don't bury your head in the bowl like you just did."
…
"oh."
Xu Enguang picked up the soup bowl and drank the soup.
…
"I'm done eating."
Xu Enguang smiled at the two old people.
He stood up and took his bowl to the kitchen sink.
He washed his hands.
He went back to his house.
Same as in the past.
…
Xu Enguang opened the drawer.
He took out a notebook containing memories of him and his eldest sister.
I flipped through it and found the page with the bookmark.
He couldn't help but stare at the bookmark in confusion for a while.
Because it was made into a bookmark, the flower that bloomed in front of his eyes always stayed at its most beautiful moment.
…
Xu Enguang shook his head slightly.
He turned the book to the last page.
Mushroom-headed boy...
Xu Enguang was a little stunned.
…
He tried very hard to recall every detail about the mushroom-headed boy.
Especially the other person's appearance.
pity.
His forehead was throbbing with pain, and the mushroom-headed boy's face was still blurry in his mind.
…
"boom!"
"Hiss~"
Xu Enguang covered his forehead with his hands.
A grin on his face.
He just hit himself on the head, and he didn't pay attention for a moment, so he accidentally hit it too hard.
drink.
He suddenly took a breath of cold air.
…
pity.
Even though he was so cruel to himself -
Although it was just an accident.
But that's the result.
He still didn't think of the mushroom-headed boy.
…
Xu Enguang held the pen and "struggled to death" for a while.
"……Why……"
He gave up.
If you can't remember it, you just can't remember it.
Unless someone carves his head open and takes a look...
Maybe he can find those memories he forgot.
…
Xu Enguang wrote down his encounter, acquaintance and friendship with the mushroom-headed boy.
Compared with scratching his head and head at the previous moment, Xu Enguang seemed to be particularly at ease at this moment.
The sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper was endless.
…
"Hoo~~"
Xu Enguang exhaled a long breath.
Finished writing.
Compared with his eldest sister, he met the mushroom-headed boy later and spent less time together.
Naturally, he spends less time recording.
…
Xu Enguang casually threw the pen aside.
He reached out and rubbed his somewhat swollen forehead.
He seems to be overusing his brain...
He recalled too many past events.
As soon as he put down the last stroke, the pictures that passed through his mind were like a revolving door, and they all settled on the last picture.
An extremely ordinary picture.
A very ordinary farewell.
did not think of……
But it’s “Farewell forever.”
The mushroom-headed boy never appeared in front of him again.
…
Xu Enguang tried to relax himself.
Don't think about anything.
He leaned back in his chair.
Head up.
The white ceiling comes into view.
…
Well.
what is that?
Xu Enguang opened his eyes wide.
There is a small black spot on the snow-white wall.
…
spider!
After watching for a long time, Xu Enguang finally saw clearly the true identity of the black dot.
He grinned.
But soon, his smile turned a bit self-deprecating.
He is quite boring too.
Staring at a spider for so long.
He lowered his head.
It’s tiring to keep your head up all the time.
…
Xu Enguang flipped through the notebook in front of him.
The dense text on several pages made the corners of his mouth curl up higher and higher.
…
very good.
Xu Enguang closed his book.
He tilted his head and thought about it.
There should be nothing missing.
He put the notebook back in the drawer.
…
Xu Enguang raised his head again.
The familiar black spots also caught his eye again.
he:……
Is that spider lying there motionless?
Is it because he can't do anything to it?
he……
I really can't do anything to it...
…
The little spider is lying on the ceiling.
He can't reach it.
I can only watch the little spider "show off his power", but there is nothing I can do.