This is...what happened?

But Xiao Xiao saw that the boy seemed to be thinking about something, and he did not speak out to disturb the boy.

He didn't understand...

Why do many people like to knock on their heads when they can’t remember things?

Do you think your head is a TV?

Can it get better by knocking the signal?

...

Xiao Xiao lowered his eyes.

He combed the hair on the little white fox's head one after another.

...

"ah!"

The boy exclaimed softly.

He remembered it!

“…How could I forget…”

The boy murmured.

It seems incredible.

...

"Did you remember something?"

Xiao Xiao looked up at the boy.

The tone is peaceful.

It seems to be just a casual question.

It is OK for a teenager to answer or not.

...

"……Um."

The boy pursed his lips.

Then answered.

The expression on his face was the most complicated time since Xiao Xiao met a boy several times.

...

"I remembered..."

The boy spoke very slowly, as if he was still combing through the memory that had been forgotten for a long time and was finally remembered again today.

"I……"

The boy suddenly smiled at Xiao Xiao.

"Big brother."

"Actually, I'm not that..."

The boy stopped.

He frowned and thought hard.

Then he said a word uncertainly, "Pity?"

...

"You are not pitiful."

Xiao Xiao looked at the boy.

A gentle smile appeared between the eyebrows and eyes.

"You have grandparents."

The boy is not alone.

As long as there is someone to accompany you, the young man will not be pitiful.

...

The boy blinked.

A smile slowly appeared on his face.

"Um."

He doesn't want to let himself think too much.

Grandpa and grandma were very nice to him.

This is what he personally felt.

After the two men refused him, grandparents gave him a home.

He had already made a decision in his heart that he would be nice to his grandparents.

...

and……

The corners of the boy's mouth bent upward.

"I remembered..."

"Except for grandparents..."

"Someone is also good to me..."

He told his elder brother what he should say, and he was embarrassed to say.

Facing the older brother, the boy has less scruples.

It can be said that he has begun to speak freely.

...

"It was when I was in elementary school..."

The boy said a little urgently.

It seems like I want to regain my poor image in my previous narrative.

He is not that miserable.

At least he doesn't want to think he's that miserable.

I don't want others to think so either.

He was lucky too.

He was also lucky to meet a kind-hearted person.

Just like the big brother in front of you.

...

“…I am a very beautiful and gentle big sister…”

The boy looked bright.

His eyes were a little dazed.

He was trapped in the memory of that time.

...

“…I sat alone on the swing that day…I cried.”

The boy pursed his lips.

The eyes drooped.

A bit embarrassed.

“I am the only one in the open space.”

"Everyone is back for dinner."

"I dare not go home."

"I failed that exam."

"The parents need to sign the test paper."

"I'm scared."
To be continued...