The story between me and the building opposite

In order to hide my embarrassment, I stood up suddenly like a second fool, standing there, neither walking nor sitting.

Go ahead.

The little cutie seemed to get up too, and followed behind her in a circle.

When the movie was over, most of the people in the movie hall were about to leave. My little cutie and I huddled in the crowd, drifting with the crowd.

He was suddenly bumped by someone behind him, and when he turned his head with difficulty, he found that it was the little cutie who was walking with his head down. The memory immediately went back to the little cutie who kept bumping into himself because of illness.

It's just that because the crowd was too crowded, he didn't have time to reminisce about the past with the other party.

He didn't catch the other party all at once, and was scattered by the crowd like this; he had no choice but to stand quietly at the door and wait for the little cutie.

The other party seemed to be squeezed behind the crowd, and there was no way to squeeze out in a short time.

But such a silly little cutie is pretty good, being squeezed back and forth, and finally squeezed into my heart.

Without holding back, the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably.

The smile from the heart is all because of the sudden joy in the heart.

The cutie who was finally squeezed out looked a bit embarrassed, her hair was a little messy, and she was sweating because of the closed and stuffy air in the cinema, and she looked up at me stupidly.

I really hope that the other party can become a small one, and then I will wrap it in the palms of both hands, hold it like this, or put it in my pocket, or put it on my heart, and take it with me anytime, anywhere.

"Second time."

It hit me on the back for the second time.

But it hit my heart countless times.