The Wu orphans are surrounded by high railings, and although it is already spring, the greenery in the courtyard is still dry, with their heads bowed weakly, and occasionally trampled by unruly children.

There is a new swing in the precincts, so the courtyard, which is not usually crowded, is lively. The children happily lined up and took turns sitting on the swings. They all love the feeling of flying.

The white railing surrounds the yard, but due to long-term neglect, it has been ravaged by rain, snow, wind and frost, and has turned a dull yellow. These railings are high enough to block out the warm sunlight.

"Alright, now it's my turn." A curly-haired girl in a small white dress unceremoniously pushed away the dark-haired boy in front of her, and as if she was right, she sat on the swing without guilt, smiling happily.

She swinged. In order not to be hit by the swing, the black-haired boy, who looked a little angry and dissatisfied, had to retreat to the left side of the swing for safety. He pursed his lips, and although he did not complain out loud, his eyes were already full of cold disgust.

But no one will notice the brunette boy. In other words, they all avoided him. All the children stood on the right side of the swing and waited. Of course, there are people who are exceptions.

A girl with long white hair came to the courtyard with a book in her arms. Her bangs on the right side are longer, just covering her right eye.

Everyone saw her and retreated in disgust, some screamed, others rolled their eyes at her, and the crowd could faintly hear someone scolding the "one-eyed monster".

The girl seemed to be used to this situation, and continued to walk towards the swing as if she didn't care. Instead of looking at the others, she walked briskly over to the dark-haired boy who was standing not far away.

"Tom," the white-haired girl reached out and gently pinched the black-haired boy's arm hanging at her side, winking at him, "is she again?" ”

Tom looked at the white-haired girl, and did not hide from her actions towards him, but naturally moved closer to her and nodded slightly.

"Ha, this Amy Benson," the girl quipped as she looked at Benson, who was triumphantly playing on the swing, and then turned her gaze back to Tom, "I suspect she likes you." ”

Tom immediately showed an expression of disgust when he heard the girl's words, he frowned slightly, stared at the eyes of the girl next to him, and his tone was a little annoyed, "Floria, I really recommend that you don't read those brainless love novels. ”

"Don't tell me you really want to be that man." Ignoring Tom's denials, Flshirea suddenly lunged in front of Amy Benson.

Amy Benson didn't expect Flshirea to rush over like this, the children in line all exclaimed, seeing that the swing and the people with Amy Benson were about to rush over and hit Flshirea, many people screamed in horror, but the tragic scene they thought did not happen.

Just as the swing was rapidly descending and about to hit Flshirea, it suddenly and supernaturally, as if time had stopped, came to a standstill in mid-air.

Amy Benson on the swing was so frightened that she froze on the swing and suddenly recovered from the panicked crowd around her.

"Freak!" Benson screamed, her voice already piercing, and the roar made Flshirea frown even more uncomfortably. Benson didn't notice that, the fear of coming off the ground took over her brain, and her trembling hands gripped the hemp rope on the swing tightly, as if she were grasping at a life-saving straw.

Benson glared at Versilea, and she turned up her voice as much as she could to make Florshea feel frightened, saying the unintimidating and threatening words, "You can't hurt me!" You'll tell Mrs. Cole! You, and Riddle, both of you freaks will be punished as they deserve! ”

"Oh."

Flshirea glanced at Benson faintly, and then began to look at the book in her hand unhurriedly.

"You!" Benson's face flushed, her dangling legs dangling in the air in the air. She shouted at Flshirea several times, but received no response.

Later, she began to ask for help from the people around her, but most of the children ruthlessly left her and left the yard, except for a few little girls who had a good relationship with Benson.

They wanted to go up to help, but when they saw Riddle standing aside, they stopped trying to step forward, and froze in their place, looking at Benson anxiously.

"Put me down!" Benson almost roared, but Floria on the other side didn't move, as if cut off from her.

"Please—" The uneasiness in her heart shattered the last of Benson's pride, and her tears fell worthlessly, falling from high in the air and falling into the dirt. It's me who is wrong, I promise, I won't cut the queue in the future..."

Florshirea finally looked up and looked back at Amy Benson. Then she turned her gaze back to Tom.

Tom stood aside and nodded to Versilea, who received the signal, and did so.

I saw that the swing was moving again. Benson was pleasantly surprised, she thought she was going to be rescued, but before she could touch the ground, the swing had already picked up speed and swayed in the air. Benson felt like something was stuck to the swing and couldn't get out.

"Wow, aa Benson exclaimed loudly, her companions already trembling with fright, and one of the younger girls was so frightened that she burst into tears.

Flshirea looked at the swing swing and the pale Benson, and didn't feel scared or guilty. She smiled as usual and trotted over to Tom, as if discussing something perfectly normal: "How's it going?" ”

The smile on Tom's face has answered everything.

Flshirea looked at Benson, who was constantly crying for help on the swing, and thought to herself that it would be good to scare her for half a minute. But when things go against their wishes, someone always interrupts their plans.

"What are you guys doing!"

Mrs. Cole gasped in horror and strode towards Benson. Although it wasn't her on the swing, her face was almost as frighteningly white as Benson's.

Mrs. Cole had tried to carry Benson off on her own, but the swing was too fast for her to do. She glared fiercely at Versilea Crane, who was standing to the side with a look of indifference.

"I don't want me to repeat it a second time, so please untie it now, immediately!" "Otherwise, you two won't want to eat dinner today!" She threatened angrily.

Everything else was trivial, insignificant, for Flshirea, but not for food. The Wu orphanage did not have enough food for the children, and she and Tom were both excluded by everyone and disliked them. So they are often placed at the end of the line, and because of this, they often get the last meal that no one wants.

But neither Flhirya, Crane nor Tom like old things. No one will like it.

In desperation, Floria finally had to compromise: "... Yes, Mrs. Cole. ”

As soon as she finished speaking, the swing swaying from side to side became smaller and smaller, and finally stopped in place. Amy Benson glanced at Flshirea, and when she met her dark green left eye, she immediately withdrew her gaze, lowered her head, and ran to her only support, Mrs. Cole.

She and Mrs. Cole, who was still scolding Floria and Tom for all the wrongdoings, quickly left the yard and disappeared around the corner. The other children, who were stunned, ran away as soon as Tom's eyes fell on them.

Now only Flhilezia and Tom are left in the courtyard.

The summer wind brought a slightly warm temperature through the gaps in the railings, and several trees in the courtyard had already grown lush green from their new shoots.

Sylfrya couldn't keep her eyes open in the wind, so she had to squint at Tom. She saw Tom walking towards her.

Once he reached Flshirea's side, Tom took her hand and led her to the swing.

The hemp rope tied to the swing has been worn out a little, and there will be a certain risk if you sit on it and swing it.

"It's a shame." Tom muttered.

But Flshirea knew he wasn't referring to that.

Then, with a smile, Floria gripped Tom's hand that was about to be released and grabbed the hemp rope with it, "It's okay, Tom. ”

Tom looked at Flsilea, then at the swing, and finally chose to sit down.

"So," Flshirea leaned to the right as she leaned over the railing where the swing was dangling, winking at Tom, her voice and her eyebrows smiling, "I'm going to start pushing—"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tom felt the swing start to shake, and as the girl behind him pushed harder, the swing also swinged higher and higher - but always at a safe distance from the ground.

The wind began to blow a little harder, gently brushing Tom's cheeks, and the trees in the courtyard rustled. The light fell right on Tom as the swing reached its highest point, and the heat and light were scattered in the wind, flowing through his fingertips, leaving residual warmth even if it was fleeting.

It gave Tom the feeling that he was flying. He flew freely, away from the damp dirt land, far away from the oppressive orphanage, embracing the light.

He liked the feeling.

"Alve—" Tom opened his mouth and shouted Vrsilea's name.

Floria looked up at Tom's back, "What-"

"Swing higher—"

"But you're going to wrestle!"

"You'll protect me, won't you?"

"Of course I'll catch you-"

"You run ahead of me!"

"What?"

Confused, Floria stopped pushing the swing and ran straight in front of Tom.

He saw the corners of Tom's mouth, which he had never smiled very much, raised, and Tom smiled beautifully. His smile was shallow, but it was enough to show the joy in his heart.

The drunken wind blew Floria a little intoxicated, and before she could wake up from his smile, she heard the black-haired boy on the swing shout:

"I mean, catch my ——!"

As he spoke, Tom suddenly jumped off the swing. Florzerea immediately woke up, her heart skipping half a beat. She rushed to Tom in a panic, bewildered to find where he was about to fall, and reached out to catch him, only to tripped over her own pace and fell to the mud.

Her eyes skimmed Tom's tiny figure down in the air, and finally to her side.

When a person is nervous, there is no pain in the body. Floria put her hands on the ground and immediately raised her head to look at the dark-haired boy to the side.

"Is there anything wrong... You—" She quickly got to her feet, carefully took Tom's hand, and pulled him to his feet.

When she saw Tom still with a smile on his face, her hanging heart settled.

"Mr. Riddle," Flshirea said Tom's hand, her hands clasped together, feigned annoyance, "if I may, I think it is necessary for me to turn the soft dirt into a stone path the next time you fall." ”

"That's cruel, Alve." Tom pouted in disgust, "I thought you'd catch me." ”

"Of course I will. Then I was taken to the hospital afterwards with a broken arm. ”

"I'm not that heavy!"

"Uh-huh." Floria perfunctorily pushed away Tom who rushed over, grabbed his outstretched hand with her backhand, and took him to a windy place to sit down.

"I think you're quite heavy, after all, you have so much power to pull people." Tom muttered disapprovingly, but leaned down honestly towards Flshirea.

"Tom."

"Huh?"

"Blow the wind."

"Why?"

"So that your drunken brain will be sober."

“……”

Tom held his face with one hand and looked at the high railing of the orphanage, while Floria squinted and yawned in the wind, the soft wind always soothed her restlessness, which made her feel slightly sleepy.

The two leaned together, but both were silent.

Flsilea, sleepy, staggered and sat down, eventually leaning on Tom's shoulder and closing her eyes in a daze, letting Tom play with her hair.

"You know what, Alve. I feel like I'm free when I'm swinging, and it's really nice to fly. ”

The boy's voice was heard, but Floria didn't respond, just listened quietly. Both Tom and herself love this way of getting along.

One listens quietly to what the other is saying, and time seems to be standing still for them at this moment.

"For a moment, I thought I was leaving the orphanage, it was easy, and I was happy. I wanted to fly higher, so at first I did want you to swing a little higher. But after hearing your voice, I changed my mind. ”

"I want to get out of here. But I won't forget that you're still here. ”

"You know, at the highest point of the swing, a light fell on me. I wanted to grab it, but I didn't. ”

"yes." Flshirea, who had been silent, suddenly took Tom's hand, who was playing with her hair, pointed at herself, and laughed:

"After all, your light is here."

"You're not asleep." Tom made a somewhat exaggerated look of sudden realization.

"Do you want me to fall asleep, sir?"

Tom narrowed his eyes, chuckled, and replied, "Of course not." ”

The two of them looked at each other, and then they both laughed in unison.

After a long time, the two stood up together. Flsirea walked ahead humming an unknown tune, occasionally keeping her eyes on Tom behind her. Then he deliberately coughed loudly a few times, "Don't look at the road, look at me." ”

"What if I fall?"

"I'll catch you, so watch me."

"Got it, Alve."

Hearing the response, Florzerea snickered, but still pretended to be serious.

Dusk is approaching, and the afterglow of the setting sun stains the corners of the sky red, shining brightly. A little yellow glow lit up in the darkening streets