Autumn crept into the town, and the golden wheat fields rippled in the wind, like the undulating waves of the sea. As soon as the school bell rang, a group of children poured out of the school gates, their faces full of joy after school.
"Xiaohe, where are we going to play today?" The children shouted around a boy about ten years old, this boy is Xiaohe, he always has the magic to surround people.
"Let's go to the wheat field and play hide and seek, where the wheat stacks are just right to hide people!" Xiaohe's eyes lit up and he proposed.
"Great idea!" The crowd cheered, and they laughed all the way to the wheat field. The laughter of children and the chirping of cicadas mingle and bring life to this peaceful town.
They came to the edge of the wheat field, and the high stacks of wheat were like small peaks, perfect for a game of hide and seek.
"I'll catch people first!" Xiao Ming rushed to say that he especially liked this kind of tense and exciting role.
"Then let's hide quickly!" As the children spoke, they scattered in search of their hiding places.
He ran into a lush wheat field, and he found an excellent hiding place—a forgotten old wheat stack. It is located in the corner of the field, covered with weeds, and it is impossible to detect people hiding in it without looking closely.
Just as Xiaohe was about to burrow into the wheat stack, he heard a slight footstep. "Who is it?" Xiaohe turned his head, but saw what everyone called "stupid big sister" - Sister Fang.
Sister Fang is tall and has a straightforward personality, although she is called "silly big sister", she has an innocent heart.
"Xiaohe, can I play with you?" Sister Fang asked a little shyly.
"Absolutely!" Xiaohe smiled kindly, he knew that everyone often made fun of Sister Fang, but he thought that Sister Fang was actually very good, but some children liked to joke.
"Then I'll hide here." Sister Fang pointed to another wheat stack and said. Xiaohe nodded, and then the two of them dispersed.
Everything was ready, and Xiao Ming began to count, "One, two, three......"
As soon as Minna found his hiding place, suddenly a heavy fog rolled in from the far side of the field, covering the whole world, and he couldn't see the way ahead. This kind of weather is not common in the town, and the children were cheering at first, but soon felt a little uneasy.
The vision in the fog was getting worse and worse, and Xiao Ming shouted, "Come out, I won't catch it!" "While trying to find everyone. Other children also began to call out to their peers, hoping to converge.
"Sister Fang!" Xiaohe shouted loudly as he walked, fearing that she would lose her way because of her poor vision. "Xiaohe, I'm here!" Sister Fang's voice came from not far away.
Xiaohe approached Sister Fang and saw her standing there quietly alone, unfazed. He took her hand, "Let's go home together, the weather is bad, the family will be worried." ”
Hand in hand, the two children carefully followed their memories in the fog and set out on their way home.
The fog shrouded the entire wheat field like a mysterious white veil. Xiaohe and Sister Fang held each other's hands tightly, and the small figures were two lost boats, groping their way in the vast sea of fog.
"Xiaohe, do you remember how we got here?" Sister Fang's voice was slightly worried, and the mist made her brow frown slightly.
"Well, I remember walking along this path, and going all the way east should be to the town." Xiaohe tried to recall, although he was not very sure, he didn't want Sister Fang to be afraid.
"Okay, then let's go east. My mom used to teach me to walk in one direction if I got lost, so it was easier to find someone. Sister Fang began to guide the way, and those survival tips that her mother had taught her when she was a child suddenly became very useful.
The two children walked forward step by step, and the calls of the other children could be heard from time to time in the mist, but they all seemed so distant and vague.
"Xiaohe, aren't you afraid?" Sister Fang couldn't help but ask, "I can't see the road, I'm a little scared." ”
"I was a little scared, but I knew I would find my way back." Xiaohe tries to give strength, even if he needs comfort.
Sister Fang was inspired, and the two continued along a path, trying to walk despite the obstacles and unknown noises on the way.
Suddenly, Sister Fang stopped, "Wait, Xiaohe, did you hear that voice?" ”
Xiaohe listened with bated breath, and sure enough, in the depths of the fog came the sparse cry of sheep. "Yes, it's the sound of goats, and our sheepfold is just east of town!" Sister Fang said excitedly.
Hope welled up in Xiaohe's heart, and they walked in the direction of the sound. The mist began to slowly dissipate, and the small flock of sheep gradually appeared in the sight of the two of them.
"Look, isn't the light over there the street lamp in our village?" The creek pointed to the light that loomed in the distance, and the mist gave the light a warm blur.
"That's right! That's it, we're almost home! Sister Fang said excitedly, she pulled Xiaohe's arm, and the two began to speed up.
With each step forward, the town's shadows became clearer in the mist. The children finally saw familiar faces, and their parents and the people of the village lit torches and were anxiously searching.
"Creek! Sister Fang! Where are you? There was a faint call from Xiaohe's father.
"Daddy! We're here! Xiaohe replied loudly, as if he had found the most solid support.
The scene of a family reunion always feels warm and reassuring. The villagers smiled with relief when they saw the two children walking out of the fog safe and sound. The parents hurriedly stepped forward and hugged Xiaohe and Sister Fang tightly.
"Mom, we're fine, it's Sister Fang who helped me find my way home." Xiaohe looked at Sister Fang next to her, and her gratitude was overflowing.
Sister Fang's face flushed, and she lowered her head a little shyly. "Sister Fang is such a good girl." Xiaohe's mother praised.
The night was getting darker, and the fog finally lifted. In this small town, Xiaohe and Sister Fang experience not only a game, but also a deep friendship that they have forgotten for the year. This experience will become a precious memory in their hearts forever.
The night in the village was warm and quiet, and the light and shadow of the torches jumped on Xiaohe and Sister Fang's faces. The parents were busy walking towards their homes, while Xiaohe and Sister Fang sat side by side on the stone pier at the head of the village to rest.
"Sister Fang, what do you want to do in the future?" Xiaohe asked curiously, thinking that Sister Fang was always shyly and smiling, and rarely talked about the topic to herself.
"I want to be someone who can help my family, and I want to learn to do a craft, and my mother said that only a girl who knows how to craft can support herself." A hint of determination flashed in Sister Fang's eyes.
"And what do you want to learn?" Xiaohe was curious and admired.
"Maybe it's embroidery or making clothes, I like beautiful things." Sister Fang said softly, but then sighed.
"What's wrong, Sister Fang?" Xiaohe sensed the change in Sister Fang's face.
"It's nothing, in fact, at home... It's hard at home right now. My father is not in good health, his job is unstable, and my mother's allowance alone is not enough. Sister Fang said faintly, Xiaohe felt the helplessness in her eyes for the first time.
Xiaohe clenched Sister Fang's hand: "Do you know? I also have a dream that I want to be useful and be able to help others. ”
"Really? Xiaohe, you are so powerful, I believe you will be able to do it. The look in Sister Fang's eyes made Xiaohe feel a special warmth.
The two children sat in the night, sharing their hearts with each other, relatively silent, but closer than ever.
"We can work together and help each other." Xiaohe encouraged Sister Fang, and he felt that an unspoken connection had been established between them.
"Yes, we can." Sister Fang replied, a smile of hope appeared on her innocent face.
That night, Xiaohe and Sister Fang talked not only about dreams, but also about courage and future promises. The innocent friendship between them, regardless of the sky, is like the stars shining quietly in the night sky, bright and firm.
Xiaohe promised to help Sister Fang fulfill her wish. And Sister Fang promised that she would be Xiaohe's strongest backing at any time.
Life will always give us surprises and tests, but as long as there is love and dreams in our hearts, we can move forward side by side and become each other's best partners. For Xiaohe and Sister Fang, that adventure in the fog will be a memory they will cherish forever, and each other's commitment and encouragement will accompany them to a wider world.
Autumn is getting stronger, and the golden wheat fields have become the color of children's memories. The letters between Xiaohe and Sister Fang are like straw ropes, one after another, closely connected. Whenever the afterglow of the sunset shines on those slightly wrinkled papers, Xiaohe can feel the warmth and persistence flowing from Sister Fang's pen.
"Mom, Sister Fang's family has encountered some problems recently, can we help them?" Xiaohe couldn't help but tell her mother about the difficulties written in Sister Fang's letters.
"Of course, we are neighbors, and it is right to help each other." Mom gently agreed, and she always taught Xiaohe to be kind and helpful.
In this way, Xiaohe's family supported Sister Fang's family in various ways, not only providing material help, but also putting forward some suggestions to improve their lives.
In a few months, the situation of Sister Fang's family has changed a lot. Dad's health is gradually improving, and Mom has found some long-term work.
"Sister Fang, I heard that your craftsmanship is getting better and better, I'm really proud of you!" Xiaohe wrote in the letter.
"Yes, Xiaohe, I learned a lot of things, and I also started to try to make some crafts to sell on my own. You know, I remember what we promised in the fog that I would do my best. Sister Fang's reply was full of hope.
One breezy day, Sister Fang came to Xiaohe's house, holding a doll made of wheat straw in her hand. The handmade dolls are rough but full of sincerity, which Sister Fang made with the skills and painstaking efforts she has learned.
"Xiaohe, this is for you, thank you and your family for helping us." Sister Fang handed the Xiaohe wheat straw doll, her eyes full of gratitude.
"Thank you, Sister Fang, I will keep it well, no matter where we are in the future, it will remind us to be brave and pursue our dreams." Xiaohe took the doll and said as if he were vowed.
Even if they say goodbye, their spirit of camaraderie and mutual help will always be remembered. The memories of childhood and the source of hometown are all condensed in this inconspicuous wheat straw doll.
As night fell, the stars lit up little by little, and Xiaohe sat alone in front of the window, and a question welled up in his heart: "If it wasn't for that fog, would we still have today's story?" ”