Since seeing Liang Muyuan and Li Yanan together that day, Tang Wan felt that he had obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Every time she was in the classroom, as long as she saw that Liang Mu was far from the seat, she would think: Li Yanan came to find him? Or when she saw Lu Qiping riding that red bicycle through the campus alone, she would also think: Why wasn't she with Liang Muyuan? Did he go with Li Yanan?

This strange feeling always lingered in her heart, which made Tang Wan extremely bored, and she wanted to hide in the secret garden.

This is a secret garden that even Ning Ning doesn't know.

This is the secret garden that Tang Wan once had with his father.

For his father, Tang Wan has very few memories left in his heart, but he has always existed tenaciously. I remember the image of my father, as if it was an old movie, the swaying gray-white tall figure, the hoarse voice, and the way he hugged his mother tightly......

From the time he could remember, Tang Wan knew that his father would appear at the gate of the courtyard every five or six days. Of course, this is not a fixed number, sometimes it may be a month, and sometimes it will return every other day. But no matter how long or how short the interval was, her father would always bring Tang Wan a new fairy tale book, and then hold her in the crook of his arm and slowly finish telling the story in the book.

Tang Wan remembered that only at this time was the memory of his father colorful. Her father took her to play in the red castle, the green forest, the blue lake, and the colorful garden, surrounded by strange but cute elves and animals.

Later, my father didn't come for a long time, and he never came again. Mom said he had gone far, far away.

"Xiao Wan, do you go home by yourself after school today?"

"Yes! Mom can't come today because of something. ”

"Then why didn't Daddy come?"

"Daddy went far, far away!" Tang Wan said loudly. She couldn't understand why the young teacher's eyes suddenly filled with tears.

Until she knew from Ning Ning that it was far, far away.

The shelves full of fairy tales were all the things left by his father, and Tang Wan carefully read each one many times. When she was preparing to go to school in Yongjin, she deliberately left space in her suitcase for a few of her favorite books. But my mother said, "I'm all high school students, and I'm going to be laughed at by my classmates if I bring fairy tale books." Tang Wancai reluctantly left them all on the bookshelf.

But now, she suddenly missed them like never before.