Aoba Office

Once the thought comes up, it can't be suppressed no matter what.

My sister was reluctant at first and wanted to hear my embarrassments, but probably because she saw that my parents and I had bad expressions, she slowly withered away. She carefully looked at our expressions and ate in silence like us.

When I returned to my room after dinner, I couldn't help but think about it.

Childhood...past...

This requires investigation. In addition to starting from my parents, we also need to start from people I knew in the past.

Our family has not moved in so many years, but the neighbors have changed several times. The current neighbors have all moved in in the past few years, and there is no way they know what happened when I was a child. I didn't live here when I was in elementary school. I don’t even remember where I lived now. I only remember the layout of the house and some furniture.

Excluding neighbors, to be precise, my first choice should be relatives at home.

In this regard, my memory is also a bit fuzzy.

Grandpa, grandpa, grandma... I have never met my grandpa, he passed away before I was born. Among the other three elderly people, my grandmother hugged me as a baby and passed away before I could walk or run. Both my grandfather and grandmother died around the time I was in elementary school. I still have memories of the funeral. There are other relatives...my parents' brothers and sisters...but because their grandparents died prematurely, the children below rarely get together.

I suddenly realized that I had no contact information for my uncles, aunts, and other relatives.

I just remember that our family gradually became estranged from these relatives. My parents would mention it occasionally. After we retired, we had dinner together a few times. It seemed that one of my cousins ​​got married, and they went to the wedding. I must have been in college at that time, and I signed up for a volunteer activity at school during the holidays, but I was unable to participate.

The more I recall, the more I suspect my parents were hiding something.

In the past, I felt that my home was a little deserted during the Chinese New Year, but now I suspect that this "desertedness" has an ulterior motive.

The phone rang with a message alert.

In the group, Slender Man and the others were talking about Yu Chuanfeng.

I watched for a while, upset, and posted my suspicions.

The group was quiet for a few minutes, which made me even more anxious.

"Do you want to check?" Chen Xiaoqiu sent a message and asked.

I smiled bitterly.

check?

How to check? What will be found?

My chest felt tight, and for some reason, the experiences of the five Aoba people suddenly filled my brain.

The tragic death of a family member, or being away from one’s family…

I'm a little out of breath.

Knock knock.

A knock on the door woke me up. I subconsciously turned off my phone and looked at the bedroom door.

Knock knock.

There were two more knocks on the door.

"Lynch, it's me and your dad." Mom's voice came through the door.

I calmed down and opened the door.

My parents had worried expressions on their faces.

I silently let them into the bedroom. When I closed the door, I seemed to hear movement in my sister's room. I closed the door anyway.

Mom looked concerned. After sitting down on the bed, she couldn't wait to ask: "Have you...remembered?"

"What?" I looked at my parents.

Both were uneasy and concerned about me.

I felt a little sore and swollen in my heart.

Dad sighed, "We are not...it's just that everything has passed and you were so sad at that time..."

"What's going on?" I asked in a low voice.

The two looked at each other.

Mom said awkwardly: "Well, it was just before that our family had a dog. Do you remember?"

I was stunned.

In my memory, there is really no such thing as raising a dog. As far as I can remember, I never had a pet when I was a child.

Dad reached out his hand at this time.

I just noticed that he was holding a photo album in his hand behind his back.

I took the photo album.

The old photo album actually looks ugly, with a colorful cover and the embarrassing words "Album" in golden cursive. This photo album is definitely much older than mine.

Opening the album and looking at the photos inside, you can feel the different times.

The photos are also old photos, but not as "old" as the photo album.

I saw myself as a child, as a baby, naked and in diapers, leaning against a large white dog.

I can't tell the breed of the dog. It doesn't seem to be a purebred dog. It's a large dog with long hair and a very cute appearance. His dark eyes were not looking at the camera, but at me who was smiling.

For a moment, I felt the urge to burst into tears. My eyes felt hot, and the soreness in my heart became even stronger.

My hands shook and I turned the page.

The photo album is filled with photos of me and this big dog. I leaned on it, lay on its back, was held by my father and sat on it, put my arms around its neck, and played ball with it on its head. It also snatched food from it and licked it all over my face. saliva……

Looking at each photo, I just feel like my memories are coming back.

In the later photos, there is an additional sister.

This dog accompanied us as brothers and sisters growing up, but I had forgotten about it before.

"Your sister threw the ball out the door and it ran away..." Mom sighed.

"How is that possible!" I blurted out.

Just by looking at the photo, you can tell that this is an obedient and intelligent dog. Even if he runs out and picks up a ball, he will come back.

"Maybe he was taken away after running out. We also looked for it, but we couldn't find it. You were too sad at that time, crying all the time, and ignored your sister." Mom said bitterly, "At that time, you Suddenly you disappeared. Your father and I were almost scared to death. We didn’t know how you slipped in. We all thought you were going to have a fever. Died of illness..."

There was a cry in my mother's voice.

Dad put his arm around Mom's shoulders and patted her hand gently.

Mom sniffed, "Later, when you woke up, you never mentioned Xiaobai's matter again. We didn't dare to talk about it anymore. You might have been confused by the fever and forgot..."

I lowered my head and looked at the photo album.

The last photo is of me struggling to hold my sister, standing next to the big dog.

Judging from my appearance, I must be in elementary school, maybe ten years old, and my sister looks about three or four years old.

"Your sister didn't remember anything at that time. After we moved, she mentioned Xiaobai twice, and then forgot about it. You never mentioned it..."

I said "Oh", still feeling sad.

The big dog standing next to me grinned and stuck out his tongue, looking like he was smiling.

My sister and I didn't laugh. I probably couldn't hold my sister at that time. I was holding back my strength. My sister was being strangled by me and her little face was wrinkled. This is a fun and funny photo. If... if what happened later hadn't happened...

I felt a kind of helpless sadness.

I forgot about this big dog. And I definitely loved it at the time.

My parents comforted me a few more words and left.

I looked at the photos over and over for a long time, and even took some photos to show to Slender Man and others.

They were also a little sad.

"I used to have a dog, but it ran away. Now I don't even remember what it looked like. My mother said I cried for several days at that time," said the thin man.

Guo Yujie had a cat when she was a child, but lost it. She was very sad. Now she only remembers that the cat was a flower, but she can’t remember what it looked like.

Chen Xiaoqiu has never kept a pet.

Fatty had raised cats, dogs, chickens and rabbits when he was a child, but he couldn't remember their appearance or ending.

I'm a little sentimental.

After finishing the chat with the thin man and the others, he lay down on the bed, unable to fall asleep.

If I could dream about it tonight...dream about Xiaobai...

I thought about this over and over, and at some point, I vaguely heard a dog barking.