Quanzai Cone

There are two jujube trees planted in the yard of my house. In autumn, hundreds of red beads will be dotted in the green shadows of the trees.There is a small swing under the tree. When I was young, I liked to swing slowly while looking up at the bright red fruits until it got dark.

I sat under the jujube tree like that for many years, so that when I recalled my childhood, it was always red.

Among the many memories about jujube trees, one afternoon, I usually came home from school and finished catching up with the long-awaited animation finale. I waited for a long time on the swing under the tree until my parents came home in the afterglow of dusk. Just woke up.

Then, seeing my mother approaching, I burst into tears.

My mother, who was smiling easily, immediately frowned in surprise, hugged me, patted my head and asked, "Xunguang, why are you crying?"

I sobbed and grabbed my mother's shoulders: "No, I was not chosen..."

The bewildered mother pressed my cheek, hugged me, stood up and walked in the yard, asking questions patiently.

"What didn't choose you?"

"Digimon—" I muttered, rubbing my eyes, "It's all over, I still haven't become the chosen child..."

Mom stopped in her tracks and coughed lightly; the dad who was watching from the side obviously couldn't hold it back, and burst into a "puchi" laugh, and said loudly that it was time to cook, and rushed to the kitchen; I was laughed so hard that my eyes were watery , Hugged her mother's neck tightly and did not let go.

"However, if Xunguang is selected to go to the digital world, what should we do?" The mother who adjusted her emotions gently comforted, "It must be because I don't want my father and mother to be alone, so I deliberately stayed with Xunguang and continue to be with you. around us."

Without thinking of this, I stopped crying in a daze.

Dad was already busy "clinking" in the kitchen, and my mother put me back on the swing, squatted down in front of me, and wiped away my tears.

"Well...well, in two days, mom will give you a present. Don't be sad. "

I nodded obediently as I turned my attention to the gift.

The pink pendant is constantly swaying with the fingers.

I step back from the memory, grab the dangling pendant, and spread my hands.Because it has just been bathed, the water vapor in the palm of the hand has contaminated it, making the pink crystal brighter and more radiant.

Through the dim lights of the dormitory, I can vaguely see the autumn wind and sunset under the trees full of red fruits. My mother gave me this necklace.

The oddly shaped eight-pointed star is the pattern of the emblem of light in the animation.

——"Xunguang is a child who was chosen by us. Although there is no Digimon to accompany him, but innocence, bravery, and light... these most precious treasures, Xunguang already has them." The one who put on the necklace for me Mother said with a smile.

To this day, I still remember this sentence firmly, without forgetting a single word.

Holding the necklace and sticking it to my heart, I breathed a sigh of relief and muttered to myself: "Mom...Dad..."

I cried too excitedly during the meeting in the afternoon, and my eyes are still a little red and swollen. Thinking about these things, I will cry again, so I should hurry up and sleep.

I rolled over from the bed and reached for the switch. There was a "snap", and at the same time as the lights dimmed, the windows were opened.I stared dumbfounded at the person who turned into the room through the window, and his movements froze while lying halfway holding the quilt, and he stopped in midair.

"Good evening." The calm Zhijun patted the hem of his clothes, and closed the window smoothly.

"Zhijun? You, you?"

No, language cannot be organized at all.

Whether it was Zhijun who was locked up in the inmate's dormitory area and managed to sneak out, or he who slipped out actually climbed the window and entered my bedroom, it was an accident enough to surprise people.Confused, I couldn't hold back my posture and fell back on the bed, blinking hard in the dark.

The source of the confusion was approaching nonchalantly.

"Yo! Are you surprised?" Zhi Jun sat on the floor on the bed, leaning his arms on the edge of the bed, and asked me with a smile on his cheek.

His whole body was soaked in the cold of the winter night, and the tip of his outstretched finger fell on my red and swollen eyes. Although it was cold, it was very comfortable.

During the afternoon meeting, the movement of him caressing my eye sockets through the glass came to my mind. I was in a trance and let his hands go back and forth around the eyes. After a long while, I finally recovered my language function.

"Hasn't anyone discovered it? How long can it be out?"

Zhijun replied casually: "No one will find out."

I waited quietly for a while, and seeing that he didn't intend to explain further, I let go of the question that hadn't been answered before the topic was mentioned——

"Zhijun... are you going to agree to my confession?"

Zhijun smiled, withdrew his hand, and called me after a while.

"Miss Guang."

I corrected him dully: "My name is Gan, Xunguang, not Gan Xun, Guang, Zhijun."

He whispered something, but the voice was too weak, I couldn't catch it, and I couldn't help turning over and putting my arms up to get close to him.

"Zhijun?"

"Miss Guang~" He acquiesced to my approach, but he still didn't respond to my intention directly.

I was silent for a moment, then gave up and said, "Forget it..."

I finally understand that Zhijun is a coward.

However, since he took one step, it doesn't matter if I leave the remaining 99 steps to me—anyway, what I never lack is the courage to move forward.

Letting go, the eight-pointed star pendant that has been with me for more than ten years slipped out of my palm, and I put it on Zhijun's neck.

"This is a relic left to me by my parents," I pursed my lips and smiled, "Now, I give it to you."

——Wait until the next autumn dusk, I will mention the self who cried because of unreal fairy tales, and tell him.

【You are my chosen lover! 】