The test paper is lying lazily on the sofa, facing the TV. The light didn't turn on, and the flickering light was projected on her face from the screen.

Suddenly, the door was rudely opened, and the overhead light in the corridor went straight into her eyes, and the paper frowned and narrowed her eyes.

Mother's tall figure appeared outside the door with a cigarette in her mouth and looked at the paper angrily.

"I said how are you! It's seven o'clock, and you're still up! Go to sleep quickly, asshole! What TV are you watching? Don't influence adults to do things! "

Mother's pupils are dilated by half.

The newspaper shrugged, a picture of you, still staring at the TV.

"Well, well, are you angry with the children? Hurry home. " Dad grabbed his head, leaned out and smiled awkwardly at the newspaper. "Come on, Dokawa, let's go back and eat some cake first." As he spoke, he grabbed his mother's arm and pulled it back.

"You haven't eaten five cakes yet? You want me to wait! You bastard, give me a caesarean section! " Mom's pupils are completely dilated.

"Be good, be good, let's talk about it when we come back." Dad dragged his mother back to the room, turned around when he left, and said to the paper seriously and sincerely, "You must go to bed early on the paper ~"

"Ka-"The door closed again.

The noise outside the door died down and the paper let out a long sigh.

Mom and dad must be fighting in the room now, just like the bump man fighting with the monster on TV, because sometimes you can hear sad cries.

The paper rolled up. The night wind blowing in from the French window is very cold, but the paper doesn't want to close the window. If she has to close all the windows at night, she will feel more lonely.

The concave-convex man in the TV set has defeated the fourteenth cosmic monster today and flew back to the concave-convex planet. The starry sky behind me is as dim as the starry sky outside the window. Silver armor draws a faint trace in the sky and slowly dissipates.

Why does his back look so lonely? Lonely enough to cry. The TV began to scroll subtitles, and the heart of the paper could not calm down.

After a long period of sluggishness, the paper's eyes are condensed outside the window. There is always a night sky, which will never become subtitles. There is always a person flying around.

I want to fly too. The newspaper said with his knees in his arms.

Because you can be less lonely in the sky.

But even flying in the sky is lonely. The sound of someone sighing

Who is it? The newspaper stood up in surprise.

The night wind of hunting poured in from the window and the curtains fluttered loudly.

……

No ... people?

The paper just looked at the windowsill and didn't move.

Did you just hear something? This is not an illusion.

Or is it just that my strong desire has turned into resentment?

I have to laugh at myself.

Of course I know.

Of course I know that even if I fly in the air, I will feel lonely.

But I want to fly in the air.

Just because there is already a lonely person flying in the sky.

If I were around, would I be less lonely?

I don't know when the wind stopped and it was very quiet around.

The newspaper shook its head, ready to throw out his wayward wish just now.

Those wishes and things like that are unrealistic fantasies.

That's why some people look forward to the moment when the meteor falls.

The newspaper muttered to itself.

Do you have a wish to come true?

There seems to be a sound again, just like before.

The paper eyes are full of shock. A figure loomed in the gentle swing of the curtain.

Who has been standing here quietly since just now?

The figure has a plate on his head.

The paper reached out trembling and stopped in the air one centimeter away from the curtain.

She doesn't know what to do with this outstretched hand.

Do you want to move on or come back?

Just like when I was a child, I wanted to reach out and touch colorful soap bubbles, but they burst gently at the moment my fingertips touched them.

That kind of feeling was very uncomfortable, and she never dared to get close to beautiful things.

Because they always look so fragile, they will disappear at the slightest touch.

This is why the paper constantly forces itself to give up thinking and stay away from thinking. Only the final result is two words.

Do you need a meteor?

The paper didn't answer.

Then wait here, okay?

The hand with the paper is still in the air.

The curtain rang again, stroking the face of the paper, with a strange smell.

The paper looked up and just saw a silver arc.

Think about your wishes first!

The eyes on the paper reveal complex expressions.

I have no desire.

Because just now, the wish came true.

I once wanted a pair of invisible wings so that I could be with you.

Don't ask how long, because that moment is enough.

Paper looked at the direction of his departure, and a meteor across the sky reflected in his eyes.

[Hidden Description] Why are they invisible wings? Because if they are not invisible, they will become birds. So I finished my work!