The next second, I saw darling Ann carrying schoolbag standing next to me, crisp way: "are candy delicious?"
I almost got instant headache, can't help kneading temples, answered: "HMM."
She quickly replied, "Really? I have more."
I twitched the corner of my mouth.
But I didn't really want it.
When I looked into those eyes, I was silent for a moment and finally nodded.
"... Thank you."
Ann let out a whoop and pulled a handful of sweets from his pocket and put them all in front of me.
I couldn't help frowning.
She's impossible!
My instinct was not to continue on the subject, so I waved and ordered her a milktea.
Well, can children drink milk tea?
I hesitated to put the milk tea in front of her, said: "What? Isn't it time for class? You skipped school?"
Ann took a sip of milk tea, then stuffed a fruit drop into his mouth and wagged his legs, the rhinestones shining on his shoes.
She looked at me with vigilance and mumbled in her mouth: "you want to tell the police?"
I don't think any cop want to deal with you.
I shrugged, not interested in meddling myself.
"I'm just here to help people find things, anything, even people," I said as I put a handful of colorful, cheap, sweet fruit drops into my coat pocket.
I leaned forward expectantly.
I hope Ann will react to my suggestive remarks
"Really anything?" She paused, tilted her head to think for a moment, then asked sadly, "Is it expensive? I have no money....."
I could not help laughing: "Free."
Qiao years to support the head carefully want to think, nervous swallow swallow saliva: "I want to find my personal parents..."
I smiled: "your own..."
"Then they are....."
I glanced out the window. The figure was coming closer.
I threw her a business card, a few simple words on a black background.
Office - Songrong Street 48.
"If you want to know, come to this address."
I didn't care how she reacted, so I timed it, pushed the door open and left. A woman with an anxious face passed me and ran straight to the seat I had just taken.
Joe's mother, here she is at last.
I groaned as I touched the beautiful cellophane candy in my pocket. How could it be free?
It went just as I thought it would.
Humming a tune, I walked briskly toward the office, past a trash can, paused, and walked on.
Back at the office, I found a transparent glass jar and threw all the colorful candy into it.
The jar was so large that it covered the bottom like a fragrant blanket of fruit drops.
Shenmen alley looks narrow, but inside it is full of hidden holes.
The dark grey staircase on the left spirals upwards, while tea sets and tables and chairs are set in the middle, next to a screen. And behind screen, a whole wall wall was made into a cabinet, brush on red paint, far look is a huge real wood shelf, filled up with things above, extraordinary spectacular.
I carefully placed the jar on the outermost layer of the solid wood shelf, and began to pretend to clean the low-key solid wood shelf. The grain on the shelf was simple and pure, but there was a unique feeling of age, which was filled with my collection.
Enjoying the feeling of being submerged, I sigh with satisfaction.
I looked at them one by one, like a proud king patroling his dominions with a feverish expression.
Amazing world!
I could not restrain the emotions surging in my heart, could not help but touch the banyan leaves. It is aging day by day, and one day, it will give its last ringing sound and decay to dust.
It can't be stuffed, of course. The chemicals will preserve its time and wash away its hard-won soul.
Anything standing still and not controlled by time is no more alive than we are.
Death is fascinating.
There was a noise at the window, and before I could look up, I heard a familiar voice,
"I can't stand you like this. Is a leaf worth keeping for that long?"