Ariana wanted to say something, but when she looked at Deria in the room, she simply closed her mouth. She found that the child didn't go straight into the cubicle as soon as he came back and couldn't get out. Although she opened the door, she stood at the door and looked out the door. Ariana knew that she was not looking at herself. Perhaps, like herself, she found that the world suddenly became unpleasant.

   "Deria?" Not long after, Ariana called out to her, but after that, Daria directly withdrew her gaze and entered the compartment.

   "Wait a minute! There's some..."

   "Thank you auntie, I'm very sleepy now and I want to sleep."

   "Sleep...?" Ariana was stunned after hearing Deria's words. She stopped at the door and looked up at the sky outside.

   "Sleep so early..." She said this angrily, but it was more like she said it to herself, and Deria, who had locked the door, ignored her.

  kaka~

The sound of the lock cylinder turning sounded, and Deria's figure was completely engulfed by the darkness. With the weak light passing through the crack of the door, she could see her own graffiti on the small wall. It was very simple. In the forest outlined by the lines, there is a very abstract villain in the forest. Not far from this villain, there is also an equally abstract "adult", who they represent, perhaps only she herself understands.

   She hasn't finished this painting yet, but she doesn't want to continue it today. She remembers that Mr. Pillay promised herself that the next time they met, she would take her to the place she wanted to go, the fairy tale world described in the book.

She is looking forward to it, but she is more afraid. She is afraid that this is really a trick of adults to deceive children. Compared with direct despair, she can't accept the despair after the ethereal hope, just like in a dream that she has everything, When I was full of joy, I suddenly woke up from a dream, and I became nothing.

Putting the schoolbag aside and pushing the table away, she was lying on the big spider leaning against the corner of the wall. Although it was pitch-dark, it was very quiet. Even in such a small space, it was full of safety for her. It is only at this time that her body and mind can relax.

In the dark, she looked at the neatly placed plush dolls on the shelf, and suddenly, she didn't know who she was saying a word to: "Tell me, will Mr. Pillay open a shop tomorrow? ?"

   After she finished speaking, she pretended to listen, but there was no sound at all, and she looked very serious, as if there was really a sound!

   After a while, she said to herself again: "...Is that so, then let's go to bed earlier."

"Good night, my friends." She had a smile on her face. After she finished speaking, she closed her eyes, and the small space full of darkness was completely quiet. The row of dolls remained motionless, staring blankly at the place where they were looking.

Time passed quickly, and dusk turned into night. As there were fewer and fewer pedestrians, the night became darker. The musician who performed on the street did not appear today, so there was no beautiful music played by him, only the wind whistled past, such as His piano sound was so cold and desolate.

Before she knew it, it rained heavily outside, the rain quickly wet the ground, and the dim yellow light emitted by the street lamps shone on the road, and a sudden thunder made her dazed in her sleep. When she woke up, she wanted to go back to sleep, but when she remembered something, she opened her eyes, stood up, came to the door, and opened the door carefully. The house was very quiet, except for the rainstorm outside. In addition to the sound from the roof tiles, Piccolo's snoring came from the second floor.

   Looking back, Delia remembered that she hadn't done her homework, but... she didn't care anymore.

Carrying her schoolbag, she came to the door of the room and gently twisted the door handle to open the door. It was still dark outside, but she knew that she couldn't stay here any longer, and turned to look at the umbrella behind the door. , She hesitated for a while, but in the end she didn't reach for it.

She walked out of the door and closed the door as carefully as before. Looking at the rainstorm outside, she stood for a while, and finally carried her schoolbag to the front and gathered up the courage to run out. She got wet soon, but she didn't stop. She ran faster and faster, until she rushed into an alley and hid in a place sheltered by a canopy.

   She found a clean-looking step and sat down, then observed her schoolbag, which, despite her best efforts to protect it, was finally soaked by the rain.

This should have been a trivial matter, but looking at the already wet schoolbag, she still couldn't help sobbing. Too many grievances accumulated together. The fact that the schoolbag was wet was like a cup completely filled with water. A drop of water fell into it, and the splash caused more water to overflow.

   She didn't dare to let go of her emotions, she just cried softly for a while, she stopped quickly, touched the place where it wasn't wet, and hugged it tightly.

   She is just a child and does not have the resistance to life as an adult. After a long period of loneliness, she was forced to learn to be friends with anything, including the schoolbag in her arms.

She naively thinks that these things also have their own feelings, but they can't speak and don't know how to express them, and because of this, she is also afraid that they will hate her because they have been wronged with her, so she He repeated "I'm sorry" to the bag.

"I'm sorry...my friend...I will take good care of you in the future, please forgive me, I'm sorry..." Maybe she didn't sleep long enough, talking and talking, she closed her eyes and fell asleep again, listening to the rain falling sound.

  I don't know how long it has passed. It was dawn, and the rain stopped. She also woke up. It was the footsteps of pedestrians outside that brought her back to reality from her dream.

She hurriedly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and put her schoolbag behind her back. She let herself go out like a normal person, but she didn't notice the wet clothes on her body, but it seemed that no one would pay attention to her clothes. , because no one would care about her at all.

Today's city has less fireworks than yesterday. She couldn't hear people's conversations. Everyone seemed to have their souls taken away, and it was as if their mouths were covered by invisible hands, and their feet staggered. Walking forward, the silence was a little creepy, and she lowered her head and said nothing until she came to the street she was familiar with, and she finally heard the voice of others.

   "Mr. Pillay didn't open the door today..."