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But I, along with Qian Fan, have reached this point. When I found him, he was crouching under the bridge. His back looked utterly dejected. I walked up and was about to ask him, "What are you doing?" when Qian Fan suddenly looked up, our eyes meeting. "Nothing, just eating garbage." I stood there in shock. Qian Fan got up and asked, "Why did you come here?" I didn't know how to respond. He didn't give me a chance to answer and walked away. I crouched down in the spot where he had just been, looking at the bridge's archway. I reached out and slowly touched the wall of the arch. There were a few loose bricks below. Curious, I knocked on them and pulled one out. A small wooden house suddenly appeared before me. I stared at it blankly, unable to regain my senses for a long time. When I was young, my home was also a wooden house. Later, it was completely burned down in a big fire. Carefully, I took out the wooden house and looked inside at the green plants; my hands were trembling. I recognized this wooden house. It had accompanied me through countless joyful childhood moments. But now that it appeared here, it could only mean one thing: Qian Fan knows my story.
I held the wooden house in confusion, watching the flowing water in the cave. Suddenly, I remembered what Chen Siqi had said to me before.
"He knows you are with him for the money."
"He is currently under the bridge."
"If you want to know, just go see for yourself."
"I only know that he goes there whenever he is in a bad mood."
That day, I hugged the wooden house, my face filled with bewilderment. Chen Siqi looked at me and sighed lightly, "Actually, I know everything."
"He knows about you, which is why he often goes there."
"But he doesn't know that you also know about him."
"You two really are..."
I didn't respond because I realized I didn't know what to say. Why was Qian Fan doing this? Was it merely out of pity for me?
I held the wooden house and gazed at the stream before me, lost in thought. When I was a child, my home was also a wooden house. My mother was a teacher at the school. Every day, she would teach her students while I obediently listened nearby. After the students left, my mother would prepare delicious food for me.
One day, I took a small wooden sign and hung it at our front door. I asked my mother, "Do you think this door looks nice?"
Mom smiled lightly, "It's beautiful."
"When Xiaoxuan grows up, I can make a door and hang it on Mom's door."
"Then, Xiaoxuan will be able to protect Mom."
That night, our house caught fire.
The flames were intense.
The raging fire consumed my home and took Mom with it.
I stood outside, crying helplessly.
Mom walked out from inside, holding her diary, tears streaming down her face.
She touched my cheek and said, "Xiaoxuan, remember what Mom said."
"If one day you miss me, let the wind carry you back."
"Mom will always be here waiting for you."
That day, Mom's house burned down.
She was killed in the fire.
I was taken away and forced to call another woman "Mom."
But I knew she was not my mom.
My mom is the best mom in the world.
No one can compare to her.
I trembled as I reached out and picked up a transparent umbrella from the stream.
Inside the umbrella was a wooden plaque.
It read, "Reach for the Stars."
It was decorated with flowers and stars.
I picked up the umbrella and stared blankly at it.
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