chapter12：meet
His eyes suddenly widened.
full of surprise, confusion and excitement.
He was surprised to see Amy again.
Amy held a special place in his heart.
He was confused as to why he would meet her here.
Was it a deliberate arrangement of fate?
The excitement was like a blazing and searing flame, burning furiously all over his body, making every cell in his body full of vitality.
Little Tom leaned forward slightly, eager to take a closer look at Amy.
His lips trembled slightly as if he had a thousand words to pour out but didn't know where to start.
His hands clenched the drawing board involuntarily. Because he exerted too much force, his fingers turned a little white.
In an instant, countless memories flashed through his mind, starting from the first time he saw Amy's somewhat lonely profile on the bus.
Every scene was as clear as if it had just happened.
These memories surged like a tide in his mind. Little Tom found that his breathing became rapid.
He wanted to say hello to Amy, but his throat seemed to be choked by something and he couldn't make a sound at all.
He could only look at Amy's back quietly, his heart full of excitement and anticipation.
He hoped that Amy could notice his presence and that he could have an encounter with her again.
He didn't know what kind of story this encounter would trigger, but he knew that his heart had never beaten as violently as at this moment.
He stared at Amy without blinking, as if in his eyes the whole world was left with only Amy's figure.
Every second of waiting was like torture.
His heart was full of eagerness and he couldn't wait to break this silence and start a new conversation with Amy.
His heart was like a little rabbit jumping non - stop.
The excited feeling was almost indescribable.
The bus drove out of the tunnel and Amy's figure disappeared in front of Little Tom again.
Little Tom pouted, reluctantly hugged the drawing board and secretly made up his mind to grow up quickly.
Little Tom seemed to be dragging a heavy burden, moving slowly and heavily back to his room.
Like a wounded and helpless little beast, he gently closed the door, then leaned against it and slowly slid down to the ground along the door panel bit by bit.
His hands seemed to have lost their strength and hung limply at his sides.
The whole person was like an empty shell without a soul, dull and numb.
At this moment, his mind was like a rough sea in a violent storm, extremely chaotic.
On one side was Amy's figure, gentle yet mysterious, like a weak but extremely precious ray of light, trying hard to penetrate the layers of darkness.
On the other side was the unbearable scene - every week when he went home, in his parents' room, his father was kissing the thigh of a strange man with a rapturous look on his face.
This scene was like a cold and sharp sword, stabbing straight into the deepest part of his heart and instantly causing a strong feeling of nausea.
His stomach seemed to be churning with huge waves, feeling extremely uncomfortable, and a sour taste rose in his throat, almost making him vomit.
However, he couldn't bring himself to expose all this.
His feelings for his father were as complicated as a tangled mess.
Love and hatred were intertwined, and disappointment and attachment were mixed together.
He knew that once this secret was exposed, the haven of home would completely collapse, and he was afraid that he would be sent back to the orphanage again.
At the thought of that lonely and helpless life, his heart was full of fear.
He didn't know if he had the courage to face such a result.
He could only bury his head deeply between his knees, like an ostrich, trying hard to focus all his thoughts on Amy, the girl like a twinkling star in the darkness, who gave a glimmer of hope to his life.
He stood up from the ground, walked to the desk by the window, put down the drawing board and looked at the picture of Amy he had drawn on it.
The portrait seemed to have magic power, gradually calming his heart.
He began to plan in his mind what he would say to Amy when he saw her next time and how to express his years of longing.
As days passed by, Little Tom still worked hard at drawing and also tried hard not to care about his parents' strange behaviors.
His painting skills became more and more excellent, and he gradually became a little famous in school.
The teacher suggested that he participate in a city - wide youth painting competition, and Little Tom gladly accepted.
During the preparation for the competition, he couldn't help integrating Amy into his works.
He painted Amy's smile in the sun, her loneliness in the rain, and her back. Each painting was filled with his deep emotions.
Finally, on the day of the competition, Little Tom brought his carefully prepared paintings to the competition venue.
He saw all kinds of works with different styles in the exhibition area, feeling both nervous and excited.
When the judges walked to his works, they were all attracted by his delicate brushstrokes and unique emotional expressions. One of the judges asked, "Who is the girl in these paintings? You painted her so affectionately." Little Tom answered a little shyly, "She is a very important person in my heart."
After the competition results came out, Little Tom won the first prize.
Standing on the podium, holding the trophy in his hand, he was thinking in his heart how wonderful it would be if Amy could see this scene. …
In the afternoon with dappled light and shadow, the bus Amy was on slowly drove into Weixian Villa.
Here was about to hold the winter feast gathering for detective novelists, and Amy came to this mysterious place full of anticipation.
At the same time, Little Tom, who had just attended the primary school graduation ceremony, also followed his parents to start a seven - day summer vacation tour in Weixian Villa. In
Little Tom's carry - on bag, carefully packed was his precious radio, which was his treasure and had accompanied him through many solitary times.
When Amy arrived at the villa, the clock hand had already pointed to the afternoon.
To her surprise, she was actually the first person to arrive at the villa.
The butler greeted her enthusiastically.
He was an amiable old man, with gentleness and competence in his eyes.
The butler led Amy to the room on the second floor.
The room was decorated cozily and comfortably.
The butler also thoughtfully arranged a set of home - style pajamas for her, and then smiled and said, "Miss, you can have dinner on the first floor at eight o'clock." After that, the butler left quietly.
Amy looked around the room curiously.
Everything in the room revealed an exquisite beauty.
Her eyes wandered around the room, and a strange feeling couldn't help rising in her heart. "This villa is big and exquisite, and it feels especially familiar, as if I had been here a long time ago."
Amy murmured to herself in a low voice.
With this wonderful feeling, Amy walked into the bathroom.
Just as she stood in front of the mirror,suddenly, the image of a little boy taking a bath appeared in the mirror.
The little boy also saw her at the same time, his eyes widened instantly, and then he let out a scream of "Wow", which echoed in the bathroom.
Amy was also startled. Before she could react, the mirror had returned to an ordinary mirror.