Fool UN

I flee

The Year of the Flow does not have the ability to add time to its texture, and the wind and rain cannot wash the mottle of the road. It is such a place, I have never left.

Now, in this quiet and deep night, I have secretly packed my bags. I don't think I can go back here. If anyone knows that I have removed the antlers from the sika deer statue in the center of the square, I will be caught, then my mom and dad will look at me and be imprisoned. In the glass house of the square, in the summer, you can't avoid the golden golden hair of the sun. In winter, you can't touch the snow outside. It is really terrible.

I think I have to leave.

I gently opened the door, carrying heavy boxes and stepping out of the door; when I closed the door, I took a deep breath and then called out. Thankfully, my steps did not sell me.

The night is very different from the one I read every day. There are no stars, only the moon with a shimmer. I say this because I can’t see the road ahead. Even myself seems to be It is swallowed up by the darkness here. Fortunately, I have a heavy bag, I know that there is a flashlight in the box, it is a cute little thing that can give me light.

I put my hand into the box, but I couldn't touch the little flashlight. I was so anxious and nervous as I continued to turn over and said that it was clearly brought with me, until the sweat on my forehead was dripping down.

"Are you looking for this?"

It was a voice that I had never heard before but was familiar. When I turned back, the sound of the sound was still there, but the person who just spoke back into the dark. There is a small shadow lying on the ground.

"You are here, huh, huh."

I was very happy when I picked up the little thing. I forgot that the darkness has been spreading all the time, bravely continuing my flight.

Second, lost

There was no scene I had imagined along the way. No adult stopped in front of me, and there was no black shadow and horrible sound. My escape was such a success. It was as smooth as I was. I am different from most people in the village. They never read newspapers and read books. I can only secretly take old newspapers from others. I never pay attention to the above date, it should be indifferent, the degree of yellowing of the paper has already sold out the days when they were born. Now this happy moment reminds me of a sentence in a newspaper: "There is a kind of bird in the world that can't be kept, because each of their feathers is covered with the radiance of the sun." I think I am such a Bird, look, this village has not shut me down.

The exit is close at hand.

In front of you.

The sky has a faint white belly, mixed with red, blue and orange ghost colors.

"Where are you going?"

I only felt that my body was in the same place at a moment. How could there be someone at this time, the horrible bad guy sent? A drop of water "tick" fell into the hard soil in front of me. Is it my sweat and sweat?

"Where are you going?"

It was that voice, the voice that reminded me where the flashlight was.

I slowly and slowly turned back. The color of the sky was already reflected on its face. It was reflected in my eyes. I rubbed my eyes with my hand and found that I was talking about a sika deer. .

Then.

"What are you worried about when my horn will grow?"

"Why are you talking? Why are you alive? Are you not a statue?"

"You don't know if there is always a character in the fairy tale that should not speak?"

"...but what happens after that?"

Before I grow up, you come to protect the people in this village. If you still have to run, there will be disasters here~"

Suddenly it disappeared, and I wondered if everything was just true. The sky is almost bright, and it seems that the lines on it are clear.

What a fairy tale, childish. Since your horn can grow on its own, I will wait for you to grow up and come back.

I left the village and left the lost one night. Goodbye, family.

Third, life outside the village

It was a quiet night, and it was like this in the window; the window was sly and feasting. I seem to have been here many years ago, but I don't remember where I came from. I don't remember my age. I seem to never get old. There are deep ditches on the faces of friends around me. Only me, the years of the year have not been able to add time to the lines of time, and the wind and rain can not wash my inner mottle.

It is amazing to have a friend. He said that this is because the place where he was born has magic.

Then.

Where did I come from? I remember that I fled to the city because of the landfall. As for where I came from, I don’t remember. In this place, I can rely on the keyboard to hit some sad words to live, what can I do at the birthplace?

midnight.

I left the soft bed and nervously turned up the old newspapers. The pale messages broke into my mind and couldn't wake me up.

"叮 铃铃铃."

Finally in the middle of the night, the phone rang.

strange. Why do I have to say finally.

"叮 铃铃铃."

I picked up the phone and felt that my fingertips were cool. I saw no one talking at the other end. I took the phone line and buryed my head back to the bed. The window was deep and deep black. In a short while, there was a faint white belly. Mixed with red, blue and orange various ghost colors. The phone didn't hang up, no one spoke, I still put the earpiece in my ear.

It is a familiarity that is passed on. There are also flaws.

Fourth, recall

After a long time, it will take a long time. There was a sound on the phone. It was a cold and not hot voice. It was a very light and light voice. "You are still gone."

I felt that the memory in my head was pale, and then it became clear. It seemed to be the night that I had to escape because I broke the sika deer's horn.

"It is you."

"You come back and see."

"Okay, it's time to go back. Are they okay?"

Five, childish story, childish ending

I have never left the village, I have been away for a long time. I am back again. Everyone here has no obvious changes. Mom and Dad are also doing things similar to me. There is only one thing that makes me wonder. They say that the sika deer in the square has never appeared.

The sika deer that helped me pick up the flashlight and told me that I couldn't leave and gave me a long, silent call, are you missing? The liquid in my eyelids flows down the stream, a liquid I have never seen in these years.

I wrote in my diary: I am willing to stay here forever.

The next day, I was not in my bed. Where am I? Why can't you move?

A child broke my horn hard.

Is he going to flee?

I want to tell him not to escape and not to escape.

Only he is still gone.

Postscript: This is really a stupid place. Even people's ideas and practices are exactly the same. I will give this village a name, a fool village, and when it develops into a country, it is called a fool.

Third day: winter and winter