[Exorcism] Parallel Trap

Allen left the crowd without waiting for the performance to end.

When the flow of people is heavy, there are not many quiet places in the amusement park. On such a holiday and such a good weather, it seems that everyone wants to come out to join in the fun.Allen's always poor sense of direction stopped working again, he went around in a circle, and somehow ended up on the swing again.But, it's no longer what it used to be.

The original standing swing didn't seem to be able to operate for a long time, but was ordered to be removed due to potential safety hazards, and finally changed to a seated swing.Just in time for the game change, people who had already sat came out talking and laughing, and those who were about to play eagerly rushed in. Allen felt that he was a little redundant, so he moved a few steps away and walked around the sidelines.

The start bell rang, and the seats began to rise. Some couples were eyeing each other, and some friends were shaking their feet and waving to each other. The main shaft rotated, and the seats floated up.Round and round.It is obviously the same scenery, the same way, how can you have such fun?

That's right, standing on the swing that night, what was he happy about?

Allen laughed at himself, and crushed the dead leaves under his feet with a few steps.He didn't know that there was another person on the other side of the field at the moment, looking at the same swing and thinking the same thing as him.

Tiqi bypassed the crowded crowd and paced along the sidelines.At this moment, the swing has been raised very high, and from this angle, only pairs of shoe soles and a few restless arms can be seen.After the reconstruction, there are no double seats, no one will perform such romantic high-altitude acrobatics like them, and perhaps no one will dare to do such a thing except for that bold boy.

It's just that he doesn't know that on the opposite side of the rotating shaft between the scenes, his teenager is standing there alive, walking against him.

They were so close to miss, people come and go, rushing like a hallucination.

When he walked out of the intersection, he saw an old man who was drawing portraits and sketching his stall closing his stall. Tiqi walked over on a whim.The old man wiped the dust off the cloth bag, and was about to put away the drawing board when he saw a hand resting on the shelf.

"Old man, can you lend me this?" Perhaps because he didn't want to take advantage of others, Tiqi was thinking about how much I would buy it, when the old man grinned.

"Take it if you like it, young man." The other party waved his hand, then turned and walked away.

Tiqi stroked the drawing board, feeling a little bitter in his heart.

It's really... It's been a long time since I drew.

The cabin has burned down, with all the memories inside.Since then, I haven't touched these things again, and I don't know if I lost my mood or lost the scene.But now that I want to paint, I don't need to bother to pretend anymore.

It didn't take Tiqi a long time to find that place - the grassy slope where we watched shooting stars together that night.This place is actually the periphery of the playground. It is remote and deserted, so there is nothing to draw. Tiqi lay down on the spot, looking at the sky with thin clouds, and absent-mindedly started to write.

Yunben doesn't have a fixed shape. If you don't pay attention, it will lose its shape when you trace it. When you realize it, you will find that the lines under the brush have changed, and you can vaguely trace a smiling eyebrow.Tiqi stared at the brows and eyes for a while, then added a few strokes, and then a few strokes, the outline of the boy gradually became clear in front of his eyes, and he smiled warmly.

This is the first time he has drawn the boy's eyes.

So many attempts were unsatisfactory, but now, it was easily traced out.Looking at the smiling face, Tiqi felt that it was laughing at him.A gust of wind swept by untimely, and while he was distracted, it swept away the drawing paper, Tiqi hurriedly sat up, and as soon as he looked around, he heard a child's voice behind him.

"Uncle, is this yours?"

When he turned around, he saw a small face that was mostly covered by a mask, only showing his eyes looking at him.

"Well, thank you."

Seeing Tiqi take the drawing paper, the little guy came over curiously, and moved the mask away for the convenience of seeing clearly, revealing a few freckles on his cheeks.Tiqi looked at the child and suddenly felt a little familiar. After thinking for a while, a name finally came to mind.

"Is... here?"

It seems so.The little guy turned his head when he heard his name, pursing his lips shyly.

"How does uncle know my name?"

"Hmm... guessed by chance."

Tiqi was perfunctory, and added a few strokes to the painting casually. The little guy watched it for a while, still very serious.

"Uncle," Izzy blinked and asked suddenly, "You drew..."

"...Is it an angel?"

The little guy looked at him expectantly.

Tiqi stopped writing and didn't speak for a long time.

"Yeah." Finally, he put down his pen, looked at the boy in the painting, and said softly, "Yes..."

The sound of the wind intruded in untimely again, disturbing the already insignificant words even more thinly.

"It's my angel."

……

When Tiqi left, it seemed that he was catching up with another circus performance, and the candy was raining down endlessly. Naturally, he was not in the mood to watch it again, but he didn't want to go a long way back, so he walked through the square anyway.

The noisy crowd has only increased since the arrival, and a group of children are happily scrambling to finish, and are gathering together to share candy.A few sirens sounded, and two tour buses passed by slowly with brisk music. The crowd pushed and shoved to get out of the way, and the child of an unknown family was pushed down, crying and calling for mother.Tiqi felt annoyed, so he walked away from the driveway.

"Stop crying, get up."

A hand was stretched forward, and the child sitting on the ground wiped his face, looked at the person in front of him, and finally shook it timidly.

"Thank you, brother," the child said with a sob, "...this is for you."

The little guy seemed reluctant to stuff a piece of candy, then turned his head and ran towards the rushing mother.

Allen held the candy and straightened up, watching the child being held by his mother and boarding the tour bus.The two tour buses that were originally parallel drove to the intersection, and then separated towards the two forks, leaving only a few staggered tracks on the ground.

If the minutes and seconds are staggered and the departure is farther away, it is better to drive in parallel, it will last for a long time.

Allen pressed down on the brim of his hat, and in order not to let himself think about it, he planned to leave. When he turned around, he saw a child looking up at him, his face was mostly covered by the mask.

"What's the matter?" he asked, leaning down.

The child didn't answer, but looked at him rather curiously, with bright eyes.

"elder brother……"

The little guy asked in a low voice, his voice muffled by the mask.

"Are you an angel?"