Royal No. 4 Demon School Grass

It was still raining lightly outside, watching the pedestrians hurrying by on the street, there was an illusion of being in a trance.

I lowered my head and walked in the rain, not because I forgot to bring an umbrella, but because I wanted to enjoy the feeling of being bathed in the rain. Maybe in this way, I could feel the same sadness that God shared with me...

I'm sad, I'm crying...

It's raining, the sky is crying...

Walking into a piece of green grass, turning over the leaves, and overcoming numerous obstacles, grandma's mushroom cabin in the past reappeared in front of my eyes.

It’s midsummer now, and the peach blossoms next to Grandma’s Little Mushroom Wu have already bloomed, and the pink petals hover in the sky and drizzle, and finally fall on the ground, forming a beautiful landscape.

Grandma’s favorite dandelions are full of chubby cotton balls in front of the door, and they flutter when the wind blows, so cute.

But among them, none of them were pink dandelions...

I was still a little sad in my heart, raised my head, looked up at the sky, and held the bronze key that my grandma gave me in my hand. This will be the only way to open the door in front of me. I feel the cold temperature of the key at a close distance. .

Grandma, do pink dandelions really exist in this world?

Turning the key, gently unlocked the lock in front of the door, "Crack!", and the door opened.

I don't know why, the door of the little mushroom house has been opened at this moment, but I was a little stunned, but it was only for a moment, I gently pushed the door open with trembling hands.

"Squeak!—"

Gently lift your foot and walk in, a familiar breath blows over your face, this breath...

I'm a little excited, it's the smell of grandma...

Has grandma never left, has she never left me?

"Grandma..." I couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise, and strode into the house, running to the bed where my grandma used to like to sit cross-legged.

But there...is still empty, actually...no one is there...

A thick layer of dust has accumulated on the tea table and small wooden table, and the hut that has been uninhabited all year round has a smell of rotten wood...

There must be no one...

Phantom... hallucination?The familiar feeling at that moment just now was actually an illusion...

I couldn't bear it anymore, I climbed on the table and started to cry...

Grandma...I really miss you...Grandma...I miss you...I miss the warmth of being in your arms...I rely on your feeling...I respect and love you the most in my life...

Suddenly, on the tree-lined road of Mushroom Hut, a pure black Lincoln drove by...

In the car window, there seemed to be a boy with fair complexion, wearing black sunglasses, and dyed flaxen hair that is astonishing, but in his eyes, there was a deep and lonely cold light...

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