The little boy casually walked to a piece of exercise equipment.

He just put his hand on it.

The thoughts that flashed through his mind made him stop.

…

Why?

The little boy turned his head.

Looking in the direction from which he came.

He just rushed over here...

Didn't even notice whether the mushroom-headed boy came to see him today?

…

The little boy was very upset.

The mushroom-headed boy didn't come to him every day.

But I come to him probably three or four times a week.

In other words, most of the time, he would see the mushroom-headed boy almost every day after school.

…..

The little boy couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

The already restless and chaotic heartbeat became more restless and tense.

He took a deep breath.

The mushroom-headed boy probably didn't come today.

Otherwise, the mushroom-headed boy would have called him, right?

The premise is that the mushroom-headed boy came and saw him when he rushed out of school just now.

…

oops!

The little boy kicked the ground under his feet irritably.

He was already feeling very uncomfortable not seeing his eldest sister.

If I miss the mushroom-headed boy again...

The little boy opened his mouth.

The depression in his heart made him want to vent.

But his voice got stuck in his throat.

Can't go up.

Can't get down.

It made him uncomfortable to choke.

…

On this day, the little boy waited until night fell again.

Just like yesterday.

He didn't wait for his big sister.

…

The little boy didn't give up.

He comforted himself again and again.

Things at home and the missing eldest sister...

besides……

What happened to the mushroom-headed boy’s disappearance…

Yes.

The little boy was extremely flustered when he couldn't wait for his big sister.

But no one spoke of this panic.

He thought of the mushroom-headed boy.

In those days, he didn't run to the open space to wait for his eldest sister as soon as school was over.

Instead, he lingered at the school gate.

Wandering in the community opposite the school.

Wander around all the places you've met the mushroom-headed boy.

It's just that he never met a mushroom-headed boy again in the place where he always met mushroom-headed boys before.

…

The little boy didn't know what was happening.

Everything went wrong...

He ran into obstacles everywhere.

Everyone abandoned him.

He felt like he was trapped in a glass dome.

Airtight.

He felt like he couldn't breathe.

…

The little boy couldn't help but his eyes turned red again and again.

But it doesn't help.

No one cares about why his eyes are red?

No one cares about why he is becoming more and more silent?

Everyone turned a blind eye to his abnormality.

Was he hiding it too well?

On the one hand, he is ashamed to reveal his inner feelings.

On the other hand, he secretly hoped that someone could discover his true emotions.

Can...come to comfort him.

It doesn't matter even if you just ask him what's wrong and there's nothing more to say.

But……

No.

He was obviously feeling so uncomfortable.

But I have an inexplicable and absurd feeling that I am making trouble unreasonably.

An absurd feeling that I am directing and acting myself.

He thought of the clown...

But the clown still has the paint on his face to cover it up.

And he could only lower his head.

…

Mom and dad are divorced.

He was disliked by his parents as if he were kicking a ball...

In the end, my grandparents couldn’t stand it anymore.

"You don't want this child, we do!"

…

After hearing this, he burst into tears uncontrollably.

He almost buried his head in his chest.

He didn't want his parents, grandparents, and grandparents to find him crying.

This will make him feel even more uncomfortable.
To be continued...