Chapter 27
Chapter 27 — The Path of Remembrance
After taking the photo, my dad came over to show me. “Look, I took a photo of you and your painting.” “Dad, I caught your head askew.” "Different is good, different is like you." Dad held up the phone and said one more sentence. “When I get home, I'll show Gray Gray.” “Dad, Gray Gray doesn't know how to look at his phone.” "How do you know he doesn't know? When you're not at home, he uses his nose to poke your mother's tablet every day. I suspect he's watching short videos." I laughed out loud. After laughing, I looked out the window. In the distance there is a mountain. The mountain is not high, but the view is very clear. Whether there are donkeys on that mountain or not, I don't know. But I know that on another mountain far away, there is a big gray donkey chewing carrots, eighteen white geese are lined up on patrol, the gate of a house with a yard is open, waiting for someone to return. That person is me. RUN OUT OF