The little boy handed his balloon to the mushroom-headed boy.
"Mine is for you."
Seeing that the mushroom-headed boy didn't respond, the little boy directly stuffed his balloon into the mushroom-headed boy's hand.
"Take it."
…
ah?
The little boy with mushroom head looked confused.
Wha, what?
He looked up blankly at his new balloon.
…
"alright."
The little boy looked at the balloon in his hand that he missed so much, and smiled in his heart.
Try to keep your face tight.
"This way I will forgive you."
"Don't look for your parents, parents, grandparents either."
…
After saying this, the little boy turned and left.
Her little hands held tightly to her favorite balloon that she finally got.
The steps are light.
I almost jumped up.
…
After realizing what happened, the mushroom-headed boy pursed his lips.
There were tears in my eyes.
"My balloon..."
It was a balloon that he had been asking his grandparents for a long time to buy for him.
…
Because this kind of balloon is "good but useless", it always deflates after one night after buying it.
Grandparents think that buying such balloons is a waste of money.
It's better to buy something practical, such as food, clothing, etc.
But children really like this kind of balloon that seems to have no practical use.
The little boy with mushroom head is no exception.
…
And what was particularly lucky was that what he bought was the last balloon that looked like this.
The uncle who sells balloons says he is very lucky.
He was very happy.
Grandparents also touched his head and said he was a lucky child.
The eyebrows on the face are relaxed.
No one who bought him balloons in the first place was unhappy anymore.
The little boy with mushroom head smiled so hard that his teeth were blinded.
…
But……
His lucky balloon is gone.
"Pap~"
The little boy with mushroom head shed tears.
His balloon...
He doesn't want to change.
He doesn't want to change.
It was a lucky balloon that his grandparents bought for him, and he took a fancy to it at first sight.
…
The little boy with mushroom head chased after him.
"Wait a minute."
The crying voice was not loud.
…
The little boy vaguely heard something.
He turned around.
The next second, he tried his best to pretend that nothing was wrong and turned his head.
He quickened his pace.
He started running.
…
"Grandma~"
The little boy ran to his grandma.
He sat down next to grandma.
"grandmother!"
…
"ah?"
The old lady who had been dozing unknowingly woke up suddenly.
"What?"
…
"Grandma, have you rested enough?"
The little boy approached the old lady.
…
"how?"
The confusion on the old lady's face gradually faded away.
She smiled and stretched out her hand to straighten the child's hair, "Have you had enough fun here?"
She was very happy to see her children running around in the square.
She felt sleepy just looking at it.
I don't know when I fell asleep.
The old lady was a little scared.
This is not possible.
Fortunately, nothing happened to the child.
otherwise……
…
"Um."
The child nodded, "I want to play somewhere else."
…
"good."
The old lady stood up and said, "Let's go somewhere else to play."
The old lady took the child's hand.
His eyes casually passed over the balloon in the child's hand.
I didn't notice that the balloon in the child's hand had changed at all.
…
The little boy with mushroom head stared blankly at the old man and the young child slowly walking away.
He was chasing the little boy just now and saw him sitting next to an old lady...
He stopped.
There is a strange adult...
The little boy with mushroom head was worried.
He clenched his fingers nervously.
Look at the unfamiliar balloon in your hand, and then look at the balloon that should have been yours, but was forcibly taken away by the little boy...
The little boy with mushroom head felt aggrieved.
He wants his balloon back.
I didn’t dare to go there.
There are adults around the little boy.
He is afraid...
…
In the end, the mushroom-headed boy only took a few steps forward and then stopped.
Watching his balloon getting further and further away, it finally disappeared from his sight.
The little boy with mushroom head squatted down.
He buried his head in his knees.
Suddenly I felt my hands loosen.
After taking a moment to react, he quickly raised his head.
The balloon left his hand and slowly flew upward.
He immediately reached out to grab it.
But it's just a hair's breadth -
Um?
The mushroom-headed boy blinked.
He grasped the rope of the balloon in a daze.
…
strangeness……
Just now, his fingertips were clearly about to miss the rope of the balloon...
but……
The rope comes down again?
The little boy with mushroom head doesn’t know….
He reached out and grabbed the balloon that he thought was about to fly away.
…
This little accident made the mushroom-headed boy stop crying.
He reached out and rubbed his eyes.
The confusion in my heart cannot be answered.
…
After a while, he shook his head vigorously.
He looked at the balloon in his hand.
Slowly I accepted my new balloon.
otherwise……
What else can be done?
The little boy who snatched his balloon has disappeared.
…
The mushroom-headed boy turned around.
He is also going back to his grandparents.
only……
The little boy with mushroom head tugged hard on the balloon in his hand.
snort!
The little boy with a mushroom head stomped his feet vigorously.
Annoying guy.
"...I hope someone will snatch your balloon later."
"Someone..."
"Pop your balloon."
The mushroom-headed boy waved his fist fiercely.
Thinking of that scene, the little boy with mushroom head finally felt that the grievances and anger in his heart were a little lighter.
He reached out and touched his eyes.
Don't say it.
His eyes are a little dry.
Cried a lot.
…
The little boy with mushroom head puffed his mouth.
Keep your head down.
Somewhat nervously, I walked towards my grandparents.
…
"What's wrong?"
Grandma's smile quickly faded.
"Not happy?"
"Why?"
"Aren't you happy that you just bought a balloon?"
Didn't you just run around with your own balloon?
The two old guys walked slowly behind.
Their old arms and legs cannot keep up with their children.
But they come here often, and many of the people who come are residents nearby.
They still feel reassured here.
Just let the children have their own fun.
…
How do you go out and have fun?
Are you just trying to figure it out when you come back?
…
"What's wrong?"
Grandpa also frowned.
…
"……without."
The mushroom-headed boy's mouth moved, and then he shook his head.
"fine."
…
"You still said it's okay?"
Grandma's eyes were pointed, "her eyes were all red."
Grandma knelt down and said, "Let me see."
"Yo."
"So red."
…
"Ever cried?"
Grandpa's brows furrowed even more tightly.
…
The mushroom-headed boy's eyes lit up.
I feel like tears are coming again.
He immediately reached out and rubbed his eyes.
"...My eyes felt uncomfortable just now..."
The mushroom-headed boy said vaguely.
…
"What?"
Grandma moves closer to her grandson.
…
"Ah, your eyes hurt?"
After the mushroom-headed boy said it again, grandma heard it clearly.