...

The little boy shook his head again.

No.

The teacher said that a good memory is not as good as a bad pen.

Now I swear to remember it, what should I do if I really forget it?

Or write it on paper for insurance.

...

“Finally found.”

The little boy pulled out his own draft.

He took out the pencil case again.

...

The little boy quickly wrote the phone number at home on paper.

"Hiss~"

He tore off the paper with the phone number at home from the draft.

"Give."

He smiled and handed the folded notes to the mushroom head boy.

...

The mushroom head boy reached out to take it.

He opened the note and looked at it.

Soon, he put away the refolded paper.

...

"I remember."

The mushroom head boy smiled at the little boy.

...

"So fast?"

The little boy was a little surprised.

Seeing the mushroom-headed boy's confident appearance, he couldn't help but remind him with some confidence, "You remember now..."

"Who knows if your head will suddenly get stuck later..."

Then I forgot.

"Don't lose this piece of paper."

The little boy glanced at the mushroom-headed boy's right hand clenched into a fist.

The note with his phone number is there.

...

"I see."

The mushroom head boy nodded.

"I won't lose it."

...

After getting the Mushroom Head Boy's promise, the little boy was relieved.

I was not so reluctant to say goodbye to the mushroom-headed boy.

At least, the Mushroom Head Boy has his contact information.

As long as the mushroom head boy is willing, they will not be disconnected.

...

It was not until the mushroom-headed boy's back disappeared from his sight that the little boy slowly withdrew his gaze.

He was stunned for a while.

There was an uncontrollable smile on his face.

...

When the boy noticed someone coming, he immediately lowered his head slightly and trotted.

The corners of the mouth still maintain an upward curve.

...

The little boy ran faster and faster.

He couldn't wait to share with his elder sister the wonderful encounter just now.

He wants to tell his elder sister...

The big sister is so awesome.

The eldest sister said nothing wrong.

He really saw the mushroom head boy again.

...

He ran into the open space in front of the building in the community.

The swing is empty.

He was too late to be on duty.

In addition, he had been chatting with the Mushroom Head Boy for a long time just now.

Now it's the lights are on.

The street lights light up.

The afterglow of the sunset overwhelms the swing.

There was a feeling of melancholy inexplicably.

...

The aroma of food floats in the air.

Everyone went back to have a meal.

...

The little boy stopped.

He pursed his lips.

The excitement and joy in my heart faded a little.

...

He turned around and looked around.

I didn't see my elder sister.

He held the bag strap with both hands and kicked the ground.

...

The little boy slowly walked to the swing.

sit down.

He lowered his head.

The feet were kicked to the ground casually.

...

The swing sways slightly.

Make a slight sound.

...

Um!?

The sudden movement of the swing made the boy tighten his hands holding the rope in a panic.

My heart was even more shocked.

He turned his head and looked at it urgently.
To be continued...