The setting sun casts golden light on the earth, casting a mysterious veil over the old city area where faint fireworks are floating.
In the alley where passers-by occasionally walk, it is so quiet that only the sound of hurried footsteps remains.
Apart from those who live nearby, few people pass by.
In a place that has not been under anyone's control for a long time, the walls are covered with various advertisements.
But among these walls covered with all kinds of decorations, there is one wall that stands out as extremely unique.
The white walls have turned black over time, and the colors of the graffiti on them have faded a lot.
But it still becomes the most dazzling scenery in the entire alley.
Graffiti artists do whatever they want, with no purpose at the beginning and seemingly no end.
Cartoon characters are adults who still have a childlike innocence, while lollipops and cute animals are children who are still wet behind the ears.
Spreading to the right, there are words of different colors.
There are names, confessions, and memories of a young boy standing there, staring at the wall in deep thought.
The boy squatted down and gently brushed his slender fingers across the graffiti in the lower right corner.
It was a cute portrait with two braids and eyes narrowed into slits due to smiling.
There are a few curved words below the avatar - little fool.
Next to the little girl is a portrait of a boy with a tense face, pursed lips and an expressionless face.
The words under the avatar - Little Idiot.
'Does it look good?'
'stupid.'
"I'll give you one more chance. If you want to be beaten, just tell me."
The little boy snatched the pen from the girl's hand and angrily wrote three words under the portrait: Little fool.
The girl looked at the three ugly words on it, snatched the pen back, and wrote under the next picture in dissatisfaction: Little fool.
The scene that passed before his eyes seemed unreal, but it made the corners of the boy's lips rise unconsciously.
"Her condition probably means she suffered a severe brain injury in the past."
"Thinking of the lost memories is too much stimulation for the brain to bear."
The doctor's words echoed in my ears.
When I learned the truth, I was shocked, incredulous, blamed myself, and most of all, heartbroken.
My heart was broken, and the pain was so severe that I could hardly breathe.
What happened to her over the years?
The boy took a deep puff of the cigarette, and the pungent taste passed through his throat, making it burn with pain.
The smoke rings quickly disappeared in the sunset.
The boy leaned against the wall for an unknown amount of time, until the clouds faded and the sun withdrew its last ray of light and sank into the horizon.
Before leaving, the boy took out a pen from his pocket and wrote four words under "little fool" - with you.
Memory loss, that's okay.
He stayed with her and helped her to slowly get it back.
No matter how long, one year, two years, or a lifetime.
He would hold her hand tightly.
If she wants to fly, he will choose to let go, but he will never choose to give up.
He will chase after it until he catches up.
…
Tang Qiqi stood at the door and knocked for a long time, but there was no sound from inside.
Fell asleep? Or something happened?
Tang Qiqi quickly took out his cell phone and made a call.
As soon as the call was made, footsteps were heard in the corridor.
The sound was getting closer and closer, and that familiar face gradually appeared.
Qi Yan seemed to be distracted and didn't notice the person standing at his door. When he looked up, he was stunned.
He took two steps at a time and came to Tang Qiqi's side.
Qi Yan took out the key, opened the door, and moved aside to make way.
Seeing this, Tang Qiqi said, "I won't go in. I just came here to see if your fever has subsided, as asked by Old Liu."
The hand holding the door handle paused, and the thin lips that were pursed opened, and the words on the tip of his tongue suddenly changed, "Not yet."
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