Pound's sleepwalking

Almost all the bustling crowds were accompanied by children, but he was alone.

Standing in the crowd, Pound was hit by a kid running around.

He staggered.

"Uncle, I'm sorry."

"It's okay." He touched the little boy's head, smiled and watched as his adult apologized and took him away.

In order not to hinder the 'traffic', Pound found a rest area and sat down, looking at the happy children in the facility, he couldn't help thinking of his childhood.

The father and stepmother who reorganized the family did not abuse him.But being sensitive, he would never be able to blend in. He wanted to find his mother, but his mother had already been killed by him.

He blamed himself almost self-abuse, the people around him were not wrong, they were all so kind to him, but he was sensitive, inferior, and forcibly rejected himself as an outsider.

I don't know if it was because of the cool breeze that I felt sick to my stomach earlier, or because of the scene, Pang De felt his throat sour and choked up tears.

Listening to the joyful and noisy voices outside, he didn't want to disturb other people's mood, he buried his head deeply with his hands, and removed himself from this happy world.

Suddenly a warm hand fell on his shoulder.

Pound looked up curiously.

"Eat a cone? It's not cold." Mu You stood in the sun, casting a shadow over him.

Pound was stunned, and asked blankly?

"How did you find this place?"

Mu You glanced at his cell phone, and Pound understood.

"Oh yes, there is a location, right?" Pang De didn't ask why Mu You could find out his location, but accepted the answer very calmly.

Mu You pointed to the trampoline next to him and asked with a smile, "Do you want to play?"

Looking at the children who were no more than 12 years old at most, he smiled and shook his head, "Let's forget it."

"Then go home?"

Pound got up from his chair.

"Well, go home."