It is said that the deceased would look back on the past during the near death because of his or her affection, a phenomenon known as a marquee. I don't have a past worth recalling, so I don't know exactly how I got that feeling.

I don't care about my daily life when I'm alive, and I don't miss it before I die. But I was wrong, maybe I was really on the move, and I couldn't help but think when I looked at the calendar from the day before.

But everything was so real that I could only tell myself that it was like that. It will probably be fine after a while.

But the days went by day by day, and I couldn't stop it, and I didn't know if I should stop it. Because it's true that I'm getting younger by the day, but how long will this last?

One day? A year? Or forever? I can't imagine going back in time, even though I always dreamed of it as a child.

Step out onto the street and sit on a park chair with the sun shining on your eyes, even with your eyes closed.

I sat still and watched the children play, I didn't like to play chess with a bunch of old men, and I didn't know how to play at all.

I love children, so I watch them play here every day. Suddenly, I saw one of the little boys, and the memory came flooding back, it really sounded a bit like predicting the future, I knew that he would fall down and hit the tip of the stone, although my memory was really bad, but I can still remember the shocking image of a boy kowtowing and bleeding.

So, I pretended to pass by and pulled him when he was about to fall. The boy was stunned for a moment, but I didn't say anything and went back to the chair, so that no one could see that something was wrong.

After a while, the boy came up to me, bowed deeply to me, and thanked me: "Grandpa, thank you very much just now, thank you for saving my life. In the face of the boy's exaggerated words and sincere expression, I smiled and said, "It's okay kid, just be careful when you play next time." But the boy did not leave, but sat down in a chair beside me.

"Grandpa, why do you always sit here alone every day? Why don't you play chess like any other grandparents? ”

"Grandpa, I don't know how to play chess, and I like children, and I like to watch you play." The boy was silent for a moment, and then said, "It's not really fun to look at it from the sidelines, but the feeling of being with friends is a hundred times happier than being alone!" ”

"I like to be alone."

"Grandpa, don't you have any friends?" Hearing him say this, I couldn't help laughing, if it were someone else, I would have scolded him, but at this time, the innocent words spit out by the innocent child in front of me were not annoying at all.

"It's pitiful to have no friends, in that case, I'll call you your first friend, old man!" His sincere smile and words shine brighter than the summer sun.

I don't usually talk to people, so I hate communicating with people, but all my disgust seems to dissipate in front of my children.

"Let's play with the ball first, I'll throw it to you and see if you can catch it." He then made the action of throwing the ball.

"Ready, ha!" The boy couldn't throw much with all his strength, but my old body still couldn't catch it.

So, again and again, he threw it repeatedly, he was already sweating profusely, and I couldn't catch one, if it was someone else, I guess I would have felt bored or angry and left, but instead of him, he was even more motivated

"I'm going to have you pick it up today." But in the end, he couldn't do it until his parents let him go home.

"Grandpa, waiting for me on a cloudy day, I must let you pick it up." He shouted as he was being held by his mother's hand.

The next day, as usual, I came to the park bench, and the child also came to the park, passing by me as if he had never known me.