My name is Little Seven.
I have six brothers, but we've never met, and I'm curious about what they look like.
People say I'm sick, they say six brothers came up with my own imagination. Say we're going to fight, we're going to argue.
We're not.
We had a good relationship with each other and always lived in peace, even talking about everything. We all live in a big house with a total of seven rooms in the house. I live in room seven and they also live in rooms from one to six.
We communicate with labels. If you want to talk to anyone, stick a sticky note on their door. We wouldn't worry about someone else peeking into our secrets because there were only seven of us in the building. But there is also privacy between us, such as diaries. There was an agreement between us that we could not peek into someone else's diary or enter someone else's room. I always kept the agreement and never went into other people's rooms.
Until one day, I woke up and found that my diary was missing. I frantically rummaged through every corner of my room.
None.
Could it be...
The first time I stood in someone else's doorway. I noticed that Little Six's door was open. I walked in and saw a torn diary on the ground.
It has a blood-red number seven on its cover. That's my diary.
I don't remember coming to Little Six's room, but how could my diary be here?
He must have taken my diary, he peeked at my diary! Definitely!
I angrily tore off a sticky note and wrote, "Why are you peeking into my diary?" ", pasted on the door of Little Six.
I can't accept someone reading my diary. My diary contains my beloved girl, I can't let others know about her, let alone lose her, she sits quietly on the swing outside the window every day.
I also wanted to go down and play with her, but I couldn't go out, the house was welded to soldering rods, and I could only hope for the skylight on the roof. I was curious about the aroma of flowers and herbs outside, what exactly it tasted like.
I had another note on my door. It was Left by Little Six.
He said, you like that girl too?
I don't know how to describe my mood.
It was getting dark outside and it was raining. Dark clouds wrapped in lightning and thunder knocked on the solid windows over and over again. I heard the wind whistling, the tree in pain, the tree swaying not to let itself fall.
It was dark all around, and in a trance, I seemed to see two shadows, one dressed in white and one dressed in black.
They hugged each other, their expressions were friendly, they seemed to be chatting, they were hugging each other.
But suddenly they started beating each other, they started tearing things up angrily, and white shards flew everywhere. When they were done tearing, they began to tear each other apart, and finally fell together exhausted.
Then I slowly saw them merge together.
Then I saw him quickly split the seven shadows.
Could it be that I was blind?
I woke up, and there wasn't a single shadow.
I looked at the rust on the window and pushed it gently.
It actually opened itself.
The girl sat quietly on the swing and looked at me.
She was motionless, and I was motionless.
I tried to lean out and get out of the gap in the window. When I walked up to her, I was surprised to find that she was a humanoid woodcut doll, one with the swing.
I went back to the room and closed the window.
I never kept a diary again.
Have we ever had an argument with someone we love for something we thought was important, but in the end we all lost the experience, in the end what is worth cherishing, welcome to leave a message.