It's a lonely night again. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The girl hid under the covers and listened to the roar coming from outside the living room. The two voices were oppressively intertwined, entangled with each other, and she was terrified.

"It's a lantern thing again, isn't it?"

Lu'er rolled over, her red and swollen eyes a little unopened.

"It's hypocritical why you would do such a thing after I'm sleeping." She got up suddenly, and staggered towards the door.

With a clang, the crisp cracking sound of the glass cover of the lantern exploded in the living room, startling her to avoid the faint light of the doorway, return to the bedside, and sit on the bed in a daze. The faint candlelight coming from the crack in the door was faintly visible, with a hint of coldness. She sniffed, wondering if she had a cold.

The voices in the living room disappeared, as if they were recordings played by a mischievous gramophone in an uninhabited house, eerie and frightening.

She cut her long hair and slowly twisted the doorknob. The doorknob turned slowly, and the candlelight flooded into her young heart, and Lu'er saw everything in front of her.

Mom knelt on the ground, holding the broken lantern handle in her hand, and the ground next to her was scattered with sporadic glass shards, reflecting the light of the candles, with an eerie brilliance.

The woman's hand was trembling, and Lu'er could see it clearly.

The lantern behind her stood silently on the ground, and the shadow that dragged on the ground burrowed into the darkness in the distance, tugging at her mother's curved back and arms.

The man had gone out, leaving the woman behind.

Standing in the darkness that the woman didn't notice, Luel felt the world begin to spin around.......

"The little budgies are really happy."

The old man of the bookstore turned his head to look at Lu'er, with a puzzled expression. "That's a creature we've kept in captivity."

"So what? This is its home. The only place that won't let it hurt. Lou looked up stubbornly, her toes a little together, and tapped the ground in annoyance.

"Haha, whatever you want." The old man turned his gaze back to the newspaper, and the headline on it prominently read: Six people were killed in a fire caused by the Eastern Forest today.

"What a bad luck!" The glasses were stiffened on the table by a pair of thick hands, and the dull sound of the lenses colliding with the wooden table top echoed.

At that moment, Lu'er's hand reached for the pair of glasses, causing the old man to squint his eyes and be sure that it was not a little finger that appeared out of thin air.

Her cheeks cleared in his field of vision.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The newspaper snapped on his lap, and Lu'er looked at his unkind face, a little scared.

"Don't push it so hard." She pointed to the frame in her hand, pretending to be "this is hers". "Also, I want to buy it."

The old man looked at the book in Lu'er's hand and smiled. "I've got it for you, little tiger skin!"

"Little Tiger ......."

Luer walked up to her mother, bent down, and held her hand, only to realize that her mother had not noticed her existence all along, and she was so frightened that she stood up for a while.

"It's so late, go to bed. Fast! ”

Something was scattered in the woman's hand, falling to the ground, striking a mournful melody. Her ankles were emaciated, bones outlining her muscles, twitching her clumsy body with difficulty. Luer took her mother's hand, pretending not to notice anything, trying not to touch the fragments of the lantern at her feet.

"I want to hear the story of the little tiger skin."

Mom was stunned, but quickly understood Lu'er's intentions.

Before she could finish thinking, Lu'er took her mother's fingers and ran into the room as fast as she could. That night, under the small lamp, Lua listened to the newly purchased storybook turn into a series of jumping images in her mother's mouth, thinking that it would make her happier.

Luel in the diary begins to feel happy, although only temporarily. In order to be able to read obscure texts, she had to go to the bookstore every morning to read, just to sit on the school bench as soon as possible, and just to make her mother happier.

However, all this is just a beautiful dream that will eventually wake up.

On Christmas night, Lou sat at the window, feeling a little happy that her father had finally left them and would not return.

But Lu'er's tears slipped from her eyes and fell to the side of the bed, fading into the dark floor.

"Mommy, Mommy......."

She understands that it is her father's fault and her own. Mom became ill from overwork and couldn't get out of bed anymore.

The snow-white quilt covered the woman, her breathing became weaker and weaker as time passed, and Lu'er's heart began to grow colder and colder.

"My Lu'er...... I still haven't been able to take care of you. ”

The girl cried with red eyes and could not listen to a word.

"I'm sorry.."

She couldn't remember who said the last sentence, and the letter combination instantly burned her.

It seems to be himself, and it seems to be his mother, and his tongue is inexplicably hot.

In the diary, Luel begins to feel hesitant and frightened, and she makes a wish, a sad wish, in the starlight of the night.

Soon after, my mother went to another world.

In the empty house, Lou stood in the middle of the living room, listening to the soft sound of the wall clock on the wall.

It's morning again.

The old man of the bookstore came to visit on time, and the workers carried the coffin and walked past Lu'er. Luel felt that the weight of the coffin was far less than it seemed, and she couldn't help but spread her legs and hold on to the edge of the coffin, tears blurring the path under her feet.

That day, she didn't say a word to the old man in the bookstore, as if it was an unspeakable secret, but it was really uncomfortable to hold it in her heart.

"There's nothing more terrible than being homeless."

The old man stumbles upon Lu'er's diary and understands everything. He put the journal back on his desk as it was, and put his coat over Lu'er, who was already asleep in her chair.

"The little tiger skin is free."

As if she had heard something, Lu'er turned over, her innocent face revealing intriguing sadness.

Only the wall lamps on the walls were still working in the bookstore, and everything else had gone to sleep. The evening breeze gently crept into the blinds of the bookstore, and the words were clicking. The coat on the chair fell to the ground, and Loule opened her eyes in a daze, hearing a snoring sound coming from the attic.

"It's a great opportunity."

I couldn't help myself, and once again walked towards the door of the bookstore, hoping to hear my mother's familiar footsteps. The door of the bookstore was locked, and no matter how hard she tried......, she couldn't open the heavy metal.

Her slender arms hung on her legs, and the dim light stretched her figure long, and she remembered the lanterns she saw that night, and their shadows were also so unique and beautiful.

"I'll never see you again, Mommy........"