Sharkey recalled the scene. At that time he looked at her with a beautiful but hollow glance, and looked at her with straightforward hair, and thought he was about to rush up and fight her. But who knew until she had the sand, When he came home, he had not rushed up to fight her, Not to say anything to her, but to follow her home, Even when she didn’t let him follow, she caught her skirt dead.
He was less pitiful than he was now. Like a man of wood, she asked, and he answered. If she asks nothing, he can even crouch around her all day, without saying anything.
Sharkey thought that King wished to recall his first encounter as a child with her, and did not expect him to be faint, “I do not remember.”
“Don’t remember?” she said. His memory has always been good, and he can almost be described as a “monster.” In the early days, Sharkey almost can be said to use Jun’s words as an encyclopedic dictionary, many questions, she did not have to go through the book to find, asked him directly, can get an answer.
“Yeah, I don’t remember,” he said, shunning her gaze.
Sharkey didn’t think much, “I can’t remember it. It was a long time ago. It was as if I had been playing with a little boy in this little bunker and painting him in the bunker with branches, but now I don’t remember what he looked like. “
The only thing she remembers is that the boy, like her, had no dad, only mom. Perhaps she was in a pitiful relationship, and she remembered how much she seemed to say to each other.
He said that other children like to call him illegitimate.
She said there was nothing humiliating about illegitimate children, because she was also illegitimate, but because her mother loved her, she was not afraid at all.
She drew and showed each other, but it was too long, Now, she couldn’t remember what the picture was, Just remember her painting and talking about it, Then the other side seemed hesitant to say, “Can we be friends?” seemed afraid to be rejected by her.
How did she answer? It’s like saying, “We’re good friends,” or something.
She thought she could see the boy the next day, and made an appointment with each other. If anyone called him illegitimate, she would help him beat him up.
But a few days later, she was entangled by the king’s words, and could not come to this little bunker, and when she could come here to play, she never saw the little boy again.
Sharkey said, squatting, and picked up the twigs on the ground, Drew in the bunker as a child, Without notice, King said that the face of the moment appeared an unnatural pale, Hands on the side of the body, clasped tightly into the fist-like flowers are the latest chapters of the Twelve Chai.
Dark eyes, fixed look in front of people squatting figure. Once, here he saw her laughing at another boy, so warm and so brilliant.
It was also because of that laugh that He, who never knew what was “wanted,” suddenly developed a “wanted” yu look. He wanted her to laugh at him as well, he wanted her eyes to look firmly at him, he wanted her to play with him, and she said to him that they were good friends!
So much wanted that his eyes could not be removed, only to stare at her in the blink of a deep fear of an careless, she was gone.
He followed her, where she went, where he went, and when she was about to leave, he only knew that he was clinging to her skirt, and would not leave by any means.
At that time he did not understand why he would produce so much “want” for her, and now, he finally knew, perhaps, that it was so-called love at first sight.
At the first glance, while looking at her laughing from afar, his world, which had always been closed, was cracked because of her smile.
The greater the crack, the greater it was, until she was drawn into his world.
“For a long time I didn’t draw and write on the bunker,” asked Sharkey, cheerfully.
“Don’t draw it!” the cold sound burst into her head, and King looked at Sharkey’s garden in the bunker.
“Come on, I didn’t bring you to draw here when you were a kid!” She didn’t find him like that yet. She continued to paint with her head down, raised his hand, and raised it in his direction.
“I said,” Stop drawing! “His voice rose abruptly, lifting her arm, grabbing the branch of her hand as a paintbrush, and throwing it to one side.
Sharkey looked at Jun in astonishment, saying, “What’s wrong with you?” And he, like a violent lion, was filled with a feeling of anxiety and impatience. His indifference is quite different in peacetime.
His lip trembled and his hand, holding her arm, loosened, but he held it more tightly. “Nothing.”
But his face at this moment, clearly, it is hard to see death! “Really nothing?” She clearly does not believe.
“Well.” He sipped his lip, and suddenly said, “There is nothing to stay here. I am hungry, let’s go back.”
If he continued, he was afraid that she would think of more things, of those he tried to cover up.
Those things he wants her to never think of.
Along the way, Jun’s uncharacteristic silence, even as Sharkey deliberately sought out various topics and chatted with him, he was absent-minded.
Back in the apartment, Sharkey washed the dishes in the kitchen, and Jun said to stand by her side, without saying a word, like a sculpture.
When Sharkey washed the dish, he looked back, and saw that King had his head down, his eyes drooping, and he did not know what he was thinking.
“What the hell are you doing today?” asked Sharkey, as if he had been wrong since the bunker. “If I had said something wrong or done something wrong, then I could be told directly, not in my heart.”
“You didn’t say anything wrong, you didn’t do anything wrong.” The eyelash tremors, and King raises his head slightly. “
“What does it mean?” she queried.
He sipped his lips tightly, a look he clearly did not want to say. If time goes back and he makes a choice, he will make the same decision.
