The moonlight poured softly over the ground,filling the quiet night with a gentle glow.Maybe even lonely souls wish to be seen in that light.
Hao drifted into sleep without realizing it—and once again, he dreamed.
In the dream, he lay on a white bed,surrounded by brightness.His body felt weak, heavy,and in the distance, faint sobs and whispers echoed.
Riiing... riiing... riiing...
"Wake up already—it's seven o'clock!"His mother's voice broke through the dream.
Rubbing his eyes, Hao sat up slowly.Today his body felt better,no pain, no dizziness.
"Mom, what's the date today?""Go wash up! You're going to be late!"
He smiled faintly—she always said that.The school bus came at 6:30,and it was only 5:30 now.But every morning she'd exaggerate: "It's seven!"
Hao dragged himself to the bathroom, brushed his teeth, took a quick shower.When he came out, the clock read six.
He ate breakfast slowly,the air oddly quiet, almost peaceful.
"Here, take this money. You can buy something to eat after school.""Huh? Didn't you give me some yesterday?""Just take it. Don't ask so many questions."
He blinked, then slipped the money into his bag.Somehow… his mother felt different today.Happier, maybe.Or maybe—something unseen was quietly shifting.
Beep—beep—beep—
The bus horn called from outside.
"Mom, the bus is here! I'm going!""…Mm."
Her soft reply followed him out the door.
The morning air was damp and cool.Sunlight spilled across the street.
And Hao wondered—What strange thing will happen today…?