I looked up at the horizon with a little ignorant.

Ten years ago, there were still many stars in the countryside.

They hung in the night sky and flickered tirelessly.

Flashing light and dark.

Sometimes, the stars that were obviously here yesterday are no longer visible today.

I didn't understand at that time, and I just felt sorry.

It was not until someone told me later that I understood.

‘The stars that died billions of years ago, the light has just reached our eyes’

"A flash of life... Only the explosion at death can make people notice its existence. I shouldn't have become that way..."

"Second sister, how about this dress? It feels so suitable for you in terms of temperament. There are so many shiny sequins on your chest, like little stars~"

A sweet voice came from my ears, pulling my thoughts away from my memories.

Recently, I always recall the past for no reason, and if I don’t pay attention, I will fall into it.

Just like an aurora disturbed by a magnetic field, it cannot be suppressed.

I chuckled and looked up, looking at the face of the girl in front of me. She had an enviable and cute face, and her vitality seemed to be endless.

Ye Ying, one of my best friends, is a little one year younger, but in the dormitory I like to fight with me for a long time.

Haven't the awareness of being a sister at all?

"This one looks really good." I took the clothes rack in front of me, twisted my waist slightly and compared.

From the corner of his eyes, he suddenly glanced out of the store.

I found that the black cat squatting at the door was staring at me.

It seemed as if I was confirming something.

Then, it ran away without a trace.

"Xiaoying, your cat..." I wanted to remind her.

But then I thought of the incredible spirituality of the black cat.

It has been lost many times, but it will come back obediently every time.

This time, maybe it's the same.

———

The mother, who had always been a good temper, sat silently on the sofa, lowered her head, held her hands, and said nothing.

My father, who was full of cold expressions all day long, stood up straight and looked at me condescendingly.

There are several sets of clothes to wear when practicing dancing on the coffee table, which I secretly bought with my pocket money.

The atmosphere in the living room is very cold.

"I've told you many times that I'm not allowed to practice dancing."

He lowered his eyebrows and stared at me.

Although I didn't look up, I felt the pressure, and I thought he was looking at me.

"Yes... I'm sorry..." He bit his lip, but he still couldn't say too willful words.

I have been different from other girls of the same age since I was a child.

I have never acted coquettish with my father, even once.

His relationship with me is not like a father and daughter, but more like a subordinate who makes mistakes and an angry boss.

"Why don't you listen?"

"I...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

Only a numb apology was left.

Feeling the anger in my tone, I was afraid of beating and pressed my head down, but I couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Want to bury his delicate body into the ground.

I have a sense of fear of my father since I was a child, which is almost engraved in my bones.

Girls who have just entered junior high school have no longer thoughts in all aspects as naive as those in elementary school.

I understand a lot, but I still can't understand why I can't even maintain my hobbies.

That night, my father wrote a family motto.

Let me stand by and grind ink for him.

"There are very few people who use brushes to write now. The reason why you use brushes is that you can grind ink. It is not enough for you to stand by and watch, but what you do in your hands and why you do this will make your mind more impressed."

My father's tone seemed a little gentler, but when I looked up at him, it was still cold.

Maybe it's just my illusion.

I stared at my father and picked up his pen to write. This was the first time I saw his handwriting. My father never wrote at home before.

My mother said that my father was a cynical playboy when he was young because of his wealthy family.

Can a playboy write good handwriting?

I stared at the regular script outlined by the fine brush on the rice paper in a stunning way.

I don't care what he wrote later.

The first look never left the first one.

"One, learning dance is not allowed"

"The school has its own rules, and the family has its own rules. If you violate the family rules, I will beat you."

My father put down his pen and his face was extremely cold.

...

The evening breeze swept into the night, and I stood on the balcony and looked up at the stars.

The stars are also looking down at me.

Everyone has different ways of venting sad things.

Some people like to drink alcohol, while others like to smoke.

Some people like to use violence to vent their unhappiness.

I like to stare at the stars hanging upside down in the sky.

Knowing that the world is so big that it can reflect one's own insignificance.

When you are small enough, it is like a grain of sand or dust.

All worries will also be scaled smaller.

There is another reason.

The vast night sky can calm people's mood.

"It's cold outside." A mother's somewhat tired voice came from behind.

A coat gently draped over my shoulders.

Just now I heard her argument with her father in the room for me.

But judging from the tears that were not dry on her face, the dispute failed.

"Mom, am I mature enough now?" I turned my head and looked at my mother with a slightly childish face.

"It's not enough." She changed her usual personality as sisterly as me and became stable and mature.

The moment I saw her smile softly, I was a little confused and then realized.

Compared to mother, it is indeed not enough.

Maturity may just be a smile, and it can bring warmth to people.

I am not mature enough, so I can't tell why my father always insisted on not letting me learn dance.

"I really want to grow up quickly..."

My mother was behind me and gently reached out to help me comb my hair that was somewhat messy by the wind.

A soft sigh after a moment.

"You've worked very hard...to give up?"

"I won't give up." I pursed my lips and looked up again. The scattered stars flickered silently, and were separated by a long distance.

Extend your finger and pierce between the two stars.

The Milky Way is in the distance.
To be continued...