It began with an old stone wall...and a band-aid. But that part comes later.
The 墙 was one of his 最喜爱的 thinking spots. It stood on the farthest edge of the campus, overlooking the playground, and there were places all along the 最佳, 返回页首 row where the weathered stones had been broken 或者 knocked off, leaving empty gaps that were just the right size and shape for a boy like him to sit. (Or crouch. Which was usually what he preferred.)
He would go there every other 日 或者 so during free time, lightly hoist himself up and stay perched there for a good long time, contented to hug his knees to his chest and watch the other children scurry and chase each other in the distance. No one paid him any attention 或者 joined him on his perch, and he never bothered to come down and play with them. There was always just one on the wall; just him, solitary and impassive.
But today was different.
Because today, there was a girl. Sitting right in his 最喜爱的 thinking spot. A scrawny little girl with messy, flyaway hair and freckles.
The boy vaguely recognized her as the latest addition to Whammy's House; the wispy 7-year-old who’d been introduced to the other 24 students two days ago. She was bent over a magnifying glass that looked far too big for her tiny hands, watching a line of ants swarm around a sugar cube. Her white 短裙, 裙子 was hiked up around her knees, rumpled and hopelessly grungy, and her sweater was a splash of bright dandelion 金牌 against the grey trees behind her. Every few 秒 she would absently drum her fingertips on her thigh in various patterns and rhythms, as if tapping out a melody in morse code. Noting the curve of her fingers, he figured she was a pianist.
The girl finally raised her head and saw him.
“Hullo,” she chirped, still holding the glass up to one big, blue eye.
He stared back at her - and then there were two on the wall.
The 墙 was one of his 最喜爱的 thinking spots. It stood on the farthest edge of the campus, overlooking the playground, and there were places all along the 最佳, 返回页首 row where the weathered stones had been broken 或者 knocked off, leaving empty gaps that were just the right size and shape for a boy like him to sit. (Or crouch. Which was usually what he preferred.)
He would go there every other 日 或者 so during free time, lightly hoist himself up and stay perched there for a good long time, contented to hug his knees to his chest and watch the other children scurry and chase each other in the distance. No one paid him any attention 或者 joined him on his perch, and he never bothered to come down and play with them. There was always just one on the wall; just him, solitary and impassive.
But today was different.
Because today, there was a girl. Sitting right in his 最喜爱的 thinking spot. A scrawny little girl with messy, flyaway hair and freckles.
The boy vaguely recognized her as the latest addition to Whammy's House; the wispy 7-year-old who’d been introduced to the other 24 students two days ago. She was bent over a magnifying glass that looked far too big for her tiny hands, watching a line of ants swarm around a sugar cube. Her white 短裙, 裙子 was hiked up around her knees, rumpled and hopelessly grungy, and her sweater was a splash of bright dandelion 金牌 against the grey trees behind her. Every few 秒 she would absently drum her fingertips on her thigh in various patterns and rhythms, as if tapping out a melody in morse code. Noting the curve of her fingers, he figured she was a pianist.
The girl finally raised her head and saw him.
“Hullo,” she chirped, still holding the glass up to one big, blue eye.
He stared back at her - and then there were two on the wall.
