"I'm embarrassed to go to the store to inquire."

"As girls, especially those who are adolescent, they are thin-skinned. They just think it's a shame that they can't sell their dolls."

"Over time, I forgot about this puppet."

"I didn't expect that after so many years..."

"I saw this mutte again."

...

A look of nostalgia appeared on the middle-aged woman's face.

How long has it been since I remembered my childhood self...

Looking at the doll, she seemed to see the little girl who scratched her head and struggled with needlework with pain.

I complained that my mother refused to help, and the teacher assigned homework was too troublesome...

If you accidentally poke the needle into your finger.

At that moment, a layer of water mist immediately appeared in her eyes.

Of course, she didn't cry.

That's just a physiological tears.

Since childhood, she has not been a crying child.

But the big bird...

The middle-aged woman was stunned.

She remembered.

At that time, Big Bird seemed to be worried about her appearance.

She pulled open the corners of her mouth with a strong smile.

Moreover, after a moment of sharp pain, the pain is within a tolerable range.

She blinked and it was fine.

Then……

The middle-aged woman lowered her eyes, looked at the doll in her hand, and the corners of her mouth bent upward.

A bit of a girl's innocence and romance was revealed between her eyebrows and eyes.

That night, the big bird drove her into the sky.

...

The room below is as small as an ant.

And the stars and the moon are so close to her that they seem to be able to touch them with just reaching out.

She cheered and screamed.

The corners of my mouth were never closed.

...

Want to come now...

It was obviously my own personal experience, but I still found it so incredible.

It's like dreaming.

In fact, when I grew up, I really regard the memories related to the big bird as my dream, right?

The middle-aged woman's expression became a little dim.

The sadness that arose in her heart made her sigh.

...

"Auntie, why did you want to sell this mutte back then?"

Meng Jixi asked suddenly.

After all, the middle-aged woman doesn't look like she hates this puppet now.

More importantly...

This tutu also has the memory of the middle-aged woman and Chongmingbird.

Why did a middle-aged woman want to sell such a memorable puppet?

...

"Why?"

The middle-aged woman murmured, her fingers unconsciously rubbing the doll.

"Yes, why?"

The middle-aged woman's smile on the corners of her mouth was very bitter.

“…I regret it very much.”

The middle-aged woman's voice was a little hoarse.

If these two young people had not come here today... she wouldn't see this puppet again... she didn't remember the past... she wouldn't feel anything.
Chapter completed!