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

"Girls, especially adolescent girls, are thin-skinned. They just feel that it is a shame that their puppets cannot be sold."

"As time went by, I forgot about this puppet."

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

"I saw the puppet again."

…

The middle-aged woman had a slightly nostalgic look on her face.

How long has it been since I thought of myself as a child...

Looking at the doll, she seemed to see the little girl scratching her head and scratching her head, struggling with the needle and thread with a painful look on her face.

She complained that her mother refused to help and that the homework assigned by the teacher was too troublesome...

Accidentally, the needle pricked my finger.

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

Of course, she didn't cry.

Those are just physiological tears.

She has never been a crybaby since she was a child.

But Big Bird…

The middle-aged woman was stunned.

She remembered.

Big Bird seemed worried about her at that time.

She opened her mouth bravely and showed a big smile.

Moreover, after a moment of sharp pain, the pain was 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 curved upward.

There is a hint of girlish innocence and romance between her eyebrows and eyes.

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

…

The house below is as small as an ant.

The stars and the moon were so close to her, it seemed like she could reach out and touch them.

She cheered and screamed.

The corners of his grinning mouth never closed.

…

Now that I think about it...

Although this is my own personal experience, it still feels so incredible.

It's like a dream.

In fact, when you grow up, you actually regard the memories related to Big Bird as your own dreams, right?

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

The feeling of sadness in her heart made her sigh.

…

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

Meng Jixi suddenly asked.

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

more importantly……

This puppet also has the shared memory of the middle-aged woman and the Chongming Bird.

Why would a middle-aged woman want to sell such a commemorative doll?

…

"Why?"

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

"Yeah, why?"

The smile on the middle-aged woman's lips was bitter.

"...I regret it very much."

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

If these two young people hadn't come over today...she wouldn't have seen the puppet again...she wouldn't have remembered the past...and she wouldn't have felt anything.
Chapter completed!