soul seeker

Ziwang raised his head and saw the worried eyes of the old man shining brightly. Behind him were the newly sprouted trees in spring and the blue sky slowly returning to blue. It was so strange that he thought of the word "spring is warm and flowers are blooming".

"Don't be as good as my mother, even the expression is the same. I'm fine, just take a rest."

The old man sighed and helped him to sit on the bench next to him, "If I were your mother, I would be worried to death, and I can't stay by your side all the time. I'll rest with you. Anyway, this time, this bus I can't keep up."

After resting for a while, Ziwang put on the mask, "I'm fine, let's go."

Perhaps Ziwang didn't know that when the old man bowed his head, he also saw the September sky in spring.

11 is old.

early summer.Although it is not very hot, it already makes people feel lazy.

In class, the old man covered himself with a book, and he walked away with his chin in his hand, looking at Zi Wang who was taking notes seriously.

There is a window next to Ziwang, and the sun shines in, making everything bright.

Maybe the old man didn't know, but every time he looked at Ziwang like this, there was a faint smile on his face.

Suddenly, this moment of peace was interrupted by Ziwang's mother who broke into the classroom.

"Teacher, I'm sorry! Ziwang's grandmother passed away, and I want to take him to the funeral!" As he spoke, he walked to Ziwang's desk and helped him pack his things.

Before everyone could react, they had already gone out like a gust of wind.

The same classroom, the same sunshine, the same seat, but already full of listlessness.

Two days later, in the evening, I was doing my homework. As soon as the old man heard that Ziwang had returned, he immediately closed his notebook and knocked on the door of his house.

Entering Ziwang's room, he immediately smiled when he saw Ziwang's face: "It seems that I don't need to comfort you."

"What do you mean?" Ziwang looked at him suspiciously, picked up the drawing board and began to draw.

"I thought your grandma passed away," he sat on the bed, "you're going to show that expression again. It seems that you are not very close to your grandma?"

"Yeah." Ziwang's painting hand didn't stop, "Actually, I haven't seen her before. This time I went to the funeral and saw her for the first time, so I don't feel much about it."

"It's fine if you don't feel anything. I'm most afraid of seeing your expression. What are you painting?"

He leaned over to see clearly, but Ziwang immediately took the drawing board into his arms:

"I haven't drawn it yet, I'll show you when I finish it."

"You're drawing me, aren't you?"

Ziwang immediately blushed, and shouted at him sullenly, "How do you know?!"

"Stupid." Seeing that he was at a loss, the old man immediately changed the subject, "By the way, where does your grandma live and has been away for so long?" He sat back on the bed again, with a smug smile on his face, "You can continue to draw. ,I do not watch."

"It's a country far away from here. The house is made of wood and is very beautiful. After leaving the city, go south and take a car..."

16 is old.

Coming out of the Children's Palace, Ziwang walked towards the bus stop, looking down at several small advertisements for cram schools stuffed into his hands.

Suddenly, a tall and thin teenager stopped beside him on a bicycle, "Get in the car."

Ziwang sat in the back seat with some doubts: "Didn't Lu Xia say that she would ask you out to play today?"

"I didn't agree." The boy said and kicked up the car, "Have you passed the exam?"

"Ah."

"Just right, I finished my homework, let's go to the movies."

"Okay."

"Hold on! I'm speeding up!"

Ziwang looked at his back hesitantly, and reached out to grab his clothes.