…

The little boy shook his head again.

No.

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

If you promise to remember it now, what will you do if you really forget it later?

It's better to write it down on paper to be safe.

…

"found it."

The little boy took out his scratch pad.

He took out the pencil case again.

…

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

"Hiss~"

He tore out the paper with his home phone number from his scratch pad.

"Give."

He smiled and handed the folded note to the mushroom-headed boy.

…

The mushroom-headed boy reached out and took it.

He opened the note and read it.

Soon, he put away the refolded paper.

…

"I remember."

The mushroom-headed boy smiled at the little boy.

…

"So fast?"

The little boy was a little surprised.

Seeing the mushroom-headed boy's confident look, he couldn't help but remind him with some worry, "You have remembered now..."

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

Then it was forgotten.

"Don't lose this paper."

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

The piece of paper with his home phone number is there.

…

"I see."

The mushroom-headed boy nodded.

"I won't lose it."

…

With the mushroom-headed boy's assurance, the little boy felt relieved.

I wasn’t so reluctant to say goodbye to the mushroom-headed boy.

At least the mushroom-headed boy has his contact information.

As long as the mushroom-headed boy is willing, they will never cut off contact.

…

It wasn't until the mushroom-headed boy's back disappeared from his sight that the little boy slowly looked back.

He froze in place for a while.

There was an uncontrollable smile on his face.

…

Noticing someone coming, the little boy immediately lowered his head slightly and started running.

The corners of his mouth still maintained an upward arc.

…

The little boy ran faster and faster.

He couldn't wait to share the wonderful reunion with his eldest sister.

He wants to tell his eldest sister...

Big sister is so awesome.

What the eldest sister said is absolutely right.

He really saw the mushroom-headed boy again.

…

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

The swing is empty.

Originally he was late for duty.

In addition, he had been chatting with the mushroom-headed boy for a long time just now.

It's already the beginning of the lights.

The street lights came on.

The afterglow of the setting sun envelopes the swing.

There was an inexplicable feeling of sadness.

…

The aroma of food floats in the air.

Everyone went back to eat.

…

The little boy stopped.

He pursed his lips.

The excitement and joy in my heart faded a bit.

…

He turned and looked around.

I didn't see my eldest sister.

He held the schoolbag strap with both hands and kicked the ground with his feet.

…

The little boy slowly walked to the swing.

sit down.

He lowered his head.

His feet hit the ground casually.

…

The swing swayed slightly.

Make a slight sound.

…

Um!?

The sudden movement of the swing made the boy panic and tighten his grip on the rope.

My heart skipped a beat.

He turned his head quickly to look.
To be continued...