On September 30, 2199, the weather was cloudy

City E

A neighborhood that looks a little old, with a bustling crowd and a lively street market.

"Hey, rock sugar gourd, it's sour and sweet!"

"Watermelon, fresh watermelon is ten yuan and five catties!"

"Oh yes, slow down, be careful of falling. A woman in her forties, with long hair, looked nervously at the little boy running in front of her as she ran towards the candy gourd vendor.

"Uncle, I want a rock sugar gourd!" the boy's immature voice was slowly excited.

"Ah, well, the little one is getting taller again!" said the vendor, grinning as he stretched out his cracked right hand and picked up the sugar gourd from the shelf, revealing his teeth blackened by long smoking.

"Here!" he bent down and handed the boy the red gourd, and when he looked up, he saw the boy's mother panting and chasing after him.

"Mom," the boy held out to her with the sugar gourd he had just bought, "eat!"

"Good. The woman symbolically took a bite of the rock sugar gourd, "It's so sweet." ”

In the snack bar, I silently looked at the scene in front of me with a yearning face, imagining that I was the protagonist in it. Dressed in professional attire, she looks so out of place here.

"Hey, here comes your noodles!" the proprietress brought over two bowls of hot beef noodles, one in front of her and the other on the opposite side - a habit she had been doing for the past three years, even though she knew that no one would eat that bowl of noodles.

"Thank you!" silently smiled sweetly at the proprietress and then lowered her head and ate with relish.

The proprietress looked at the delicious food in front of her and silently stopped, hesitated for a moment and left.

After eating the noodles, Mo Mo did not leave in a hurry, but quietly looked at the bowl of noodles opposite, and recalled the conversation at that time in his mind again.

"What's your favorite food?" asked silently, tilting his head to look at the boy next to him, opening his big round eyes.

"Beef noodles!" replied the boy, licking his lips as if he had just eaten them.

Silently deflated his mouth, "It's really useless! Shouldn't it be sea cucumber, abalone or something? How can it be beef noodles!"

"Hmph, that's what makes a difference. The boy blushed at her words, "You...... You're productive, so what do you want to eat?"

"Me," silently paced around the room with his hands behind his back and his head raised like an adult, looking very entangled. "I like, well, I like beef noodles. ”

Then he turned around and looked at the boy with a grin.

"Look, I've been spoiled by you, and I've become useless. ”

The boy looked at the girl who was laughing and laughed too.

"Silently, silently?" the proprietress called out silently from the memory.

She turned her head and frantically wiped the tears from her face with her hands.

"Hey!" the proprietress looked at her with a distressed expression, "He's been missing for three years, hasn't he?"

"Well, it's three years today. He replied silently.

"Forget it, after all, ......" The proprietress couldn't bear to say any more, but it was a pity for her to see her like this. "After all, it's been so long, if he were still alive, he wouldn't want you like this!"

"No! no!" she seemed to be stimulated by this, and suddenly raised her head, stubbornly opening her eyes, tears rolling in her eyes. "No, it won't. ”

"Good. The proprietress didn't seem surprised, it seems that this is not the first time she has heard such an answer.

"I'll go first. She picked up her bag and got up from her seat and rushed out.

"Hey, it's raining outside, bring an umbrella. The proprietress shouted from behind.

And she rushed into the rain as if she couldn't hear, and the rain washed over her face, and tears continued to flow down with the rain.

There were people coming and going, and many people who were running in the rain to find a place to shelter from the rain looked at her slowly and leisurely, revealing surprised eyes.

After a while, only she was left on the street, still staring blankly.

"Squeak. "Silently and with great difficulty, the place was so broken that there was no way to get a new door - the wall could no longer withstand the penetration of nails.

She dropped her bag on the dusty couch in the living room, ignored the dusty furniture around her, and walked straight to a room.

Pushing open the door, the neat furniture in the room is in stark contrast to the tattered furniture outside, and it is obvious that someone cares about the things in this room and maintains them regularly.

But there is also a little dust on it, and it seems that there should be no one living here.

Silently walked step by step to the wooden bed covered with Pikachu's sheets, the rain dripping from his body mixed with dust slowly formed mud.

As if she was afraid of soiling the bed, she took off her rain-soaked pair.

She lay on the bed, wrapped tightly in the quilt, and hugged hard. As if he wanted to hug his owner through this quilt, the hands holding the quilt had gradually turned white.

"Woo, woo!"

A whimpering cry gradually came from inside the quilt, indicating the current mood of the people inside.

Long...... Long......

At the same time, on a street in the dark city of E, a drunken man was walking slowly, and suddenly a black shadow flashed, and when he looked back again, the man was already a dried corpse......

The lightning and thunder outside added a touch of terror to the night, and also wrapped her in some sadness.

The next day, the sun rose high and the birds chirped outside. The man on the bed gradually opened his eyes, and the harsh sunlight shone into the room through the window.

She raised her hand to block the light.

After a while, the sun gradually moved away, and the sunlight slowly disappeared.

She lay on the bed in a daze, her hands clutching the quilt tightly.

She turned her head to look at a picture frame on the bedside cabinet, in which a boy shyly put his right hand on the girl's body, and his red little face was full of happy smiles.

If you look closely, the girl is her.

She stretched out her left hand and took the frame, tears blurring her eyes and filling the entire socket.

She hugged the frame tightly in her arms, and finally couldn't hold back her tears.

I don't know how long she cried, she couldn't make any sound, and she couldn't shed a single tear in her eyes.

It was dark again.

She took the frame out of her arms, looked at the boy inside, and muttered to herself.

"Where did you say you went? Why don't you take me with you? When are you coming back? I told you, if you don't come back, I won't want you!"

"I beg you, can you come back? I miss you! I miss you!"

She stroked the photo, over and over again.

I fell asleep again in a daze.

It was already early the next morning when she woke up again, she was still stunned on the bed for a long time, then carefully put the picture frame back in its original position, restored the bed to its original appearance, turned around and picked up the clothes she had thrown on the ground and closed the door of the room, picked up her bag and walked to the door, and looked back at the closed room again, with a smile on her face.

"I'll come to see you next time!"

She locked the creaky door and left.

The room was quiet again, and the watermarks on the shabby sofas and the mud marks leading from the doorway to the room told people that someone had been here.