"I'm asking you, am I good-looking?"

"Hey, it's not surprising that anyone can see your beauty at a glance, but my taste needs to be savored. Sharma pretended to be deep.

"Yes, you're right. Tong Meng looked at herself in the mirror attentively, looking a little absent-minded, in fact, at this time a strange thought suddenly popped up in her mind, she seemed to say to herself: "I don't know why, sometimes looking at myself in the mirror, there is a thought" that the person in the mirror may not be myself. ”

"I know, it's a little fairy. Sharma replied quickly.

"That's not what it means. Tong Meng smiled, turned around in front of the mirror, and then said, "Have you ever thought that maybe we were taken away by aliens when we were children, and after some transformation, we quietly returned to Earth, and then we grew up and became another person unconsciously." ”

"I agree with you, they all say that the real Hawking is long gone, and the later Hawking is actually a spy arranged by aliens on Earth. After Sharma teased, she suddenly became sentimental: "A poet once said that in fact, when people grow up, they begin the process of decay, and it would be better if people never grew up." ”

"It's just whimsical. ”

"Isn't it good to be whimsical? I can still be whimsical for the last month, but you'll be eighteen tomorrow. "Over the years, Shama's optimism has been manifested in the spirit of '50 steps and 100 steps of laughter', as long as the sky falls, as long as you hit the child dream one centimeter higher than yourself, you don't have to worry.

"Isn't it good to grow up? If my parents did it, I would be happy when I grew up...... Shama, do you think they can see what I look like now?" Tong Meng was full of longing, and couldn't help but open the pendant left by his mother, and looked intently at the young parents in the photo, gradually wetting his eyes.

"Of course they can see it, so the happier you are tomorrow, the happier they will be. Tomorrow I will be here, there will be Master Hou, and my best friends will be there. "Sharma is holding a child's dream.

Tong dreamed of tomorrow's coming-of-age ceremony, and a vague figure suddenly appeared in his mind, "I always feel that there is a person who is particularly important, but I don't know where he is." ”

Tong dreamed of tomorrow's coming-of-age ceremony, and a vague figure suddenly appeared in his mind, "I always feel that there is a person who is particularly important, but I don't know where he is." ”

"I know who he is, I'll read it to you......" Speaking of this, Sharma opened Tong Meng's picture folder, took out the top piece of white paper, and read the words on it word by word: "I haven't seen you, but I have imagined what you look like, I don't know who you are, but I often guess how you are, I don't know where you are, but I always look around, I don't even know if you will come, but I decided to keep waiting......"

Tong Meng didn't wait for Shama to finish reading, so he grabbed the piece of paper, and on the back of the poem was a painting of a man in a trench coat standing in the wind, with a tall posture and a blurred face.

"It's not too early, it's time for you to go home, go, I'll send you!" Tong Meng hurriedly hid the painting in his hand into the painting folder after speaking.

"Okay, lest my mom babble again, yesterday she said that I would become a wild animal as soon as the college entrance examination was over. ”