There was a time when her mood became unexplainable, and although she tried to hide it, the smell of sadness, like the rain of the river, overflowed from her.
So, pretending not to know, I split the sugar she brought in half, put it in a jar, and gave it to her as a snack.
Ann scratched her head and threw the sugar into her mouth.
She really likes to eat fructose.
I just like the little pop of fruit drops when the glass jar falls.
"Aren't you in a hurry to get home and watch cartoons?"
I couldn't help but lift my forehead when I saw her mouth drop more and more, as if she was going to cry in the next second.
"... I'm moving."
Ann paused and explained the reason for her unusual behavior.
I nodded, gazing silently at her, trying to gauge her mother's thoughts.
"Mom wants me to move."
Seeing that I did not speak, Ann bravely continued to speak.
"Because she..."
"Because of me?
Time freezes at two seconds.
She must be in shock now, and I'm numbed by her blank eyes.
"... I'm sorry."
I tried to relax my expression so I didn't look so serious.
"It's okay, parents are right to be worried." I smiled and rubbed her soft hair. "After all, I'm just a strange man."
After hearing this, Ann relaxed slightly and showed whether she wanted to smile or not.
Silence crept into the shop.
I shook my head, trying to get it all out of my head.
When she apologized to me again, I finally threw the jar.
Ann did not speak. The setting sun reflected multicolor light in her eyes, making them look bright and moist, like fragile, swaying flowers.
I looked at her for a while and drove her home.
I hope she sees the owl clock I put in her bag.
"You are a kid, don't wander outside all day, go home."
Time is like the wind, and the propeller on duckling's head is earning fast. By the time Ann came back, the spiral staircase in the office had collected fine dust.
I pretended not to see, just quietly sitting in a chair in a daze.
No one has been up there for a long time, probably 20 years ago when the second floor was still busy. Rob polished and waxed the handrails of the stairs himself, and even carefully carved beautiful poems.
At that time, he was wearing a suit vest, sleeves rolled up to the elbow, the whole person appears to be energetic and capable, skilled operation of hands, mouth also did not forget to shout.
"Aye aye, don't you come down! Be careful of the smoke."
"Not afraid to smoke me?" I gave him a half-smile glance.
"Zhou Xing is still below!" "Zhou Xing, come up quickly! Never mind Rob."
I thought about it, replaying the scene over and over, perfecting the details in my memory. Wearing a blue coat, with my hair pulled back and my forehead bare, I picked up my notepad and walked up around Rob, giving him a black eye.
Now, the carefully carved marks are covered in dust, so clean that the shiny handrails are dull.
I opened the thick notebook.
. August 21, 1995 fine
Office opening
.
April 3, 2004
Paint with Rob.....
This is the notebook of the last 30 years, and the notebook before all on the second floor.
18
The door creaked open.
I looked around and saw Rob again.
He didn't jump out the window this time, probably because I wasn't on the second floor.
I looked at him out of the corner of my eye.
Rob was wearing black clothes and a cap. He looked like he was hiding from someone. He had a heavy face.
I withdrew my eyes and my heart sank quietly.
Don't...
"I ran into her today." Rob finally broke down and said irritably.
"Her? Isn't he dead?"
'No! Rob shook his head. "I'll never admit it."
"We really can't admit fault."
Knowing it was out of place, I couldn't help telling a joke.
"..." Rob paused when I interrupted him. "She's got a lot of unstable energy. How could that be? How can that be?"
Watching him anxiously pacing back and forth, I threw a fruit drop at him.
"Calm down! Do you still remember the day when you saw Ann? Someone pushed her."
"... Is that... That's right."
"What we need to do now is not to break the timeline, because there is so much destabilizing energy in that person that if we force change, it will affect us."
"You're right." Rob swallowed his fruit drops, his eyes twinkling, and forced a smile. "I think it's just going to go with the grain. I'll keep an eye on Ann and find out who did this."
My heart boomed slightly as I opened the door for Rob and gestured please.
"Speaking of which, Ann will be back soon."