x
Part 12. The Summer Afternoon
153Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWuYKUOUYzO
A gentle breeze brushed against the vibrant sunlight shining down on the beautiful meadow, surrounded by colorful flowers. The scene was blurry, but in the distance, a camera mounted on a tripod could be seen. On either side of his shoulders, Amisa felt the touch of rough and delicate hands. She turned her head and caught a glimpse of her parents' silhouettes, capturing a family portrait.
153Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzuXrWZVfl1
After taking the photo, Amisa's mother led her to the picnic blanket spread under the giant tree. From the picnic basket, they took out sandwiches, milk tea, bread, and desserts.
153Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpOlIaEsUo5
Amisa caught a glimpse of her reflection in her mother's compact mirror, reverting back to her appearance with fluffy blonde hair at the age of 3. "Is this... a continuation of that dream?"
153Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtA83hQg9ZF
"Oh, they're here!" Amisa's father checked the camera and seemed to have noticed something, enthusiastically waving towards a hillside.
153Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWmX0fk7gHA
In the distance, two families of three could be seen. The two boys in each family behaved differently. The black-haired boy energetically ran up the hill shouting, "I won!" while the brown-haired boy tightly held onto his mother's hand, unwilling to let go.
153Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLQI1JRSKmD
The three families gathered around the picnic blanket, each taking out their food. The lively black-haired boy was the first to unveil his favorite doughnut, while the brown-haired boy tightly held onto the star-shaped coffee cookie he had obtained. Amisa received the white cream cake from her mother.
153Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡod6I4F0Mqq
"This feeling..." Amisa looked around at the joyous atmosphere and suddenly heard the sound of a guitar and drums. The black-haired boy's father brought out a wooden box drum, the brown-haired boy's father held a guitar, and Amisa's mother began playing the flute. Others also took out tambourines and clapped their hands to create a rhythm. The three children couldn't help but join in, singing joyfully with the adults:
153Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8Ll2j1vmfv
Green grass, giant tree,
I just want to sing.
153Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwA6lvGgLDs
sun shine, breeze blows.
I just want to praise.
153Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrBgbsfR4Tn
Thanks God for the summer afternoon
and scrumptious lunch
153Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa0Vnef1GwK
La la la~ I want to thank.
La la la~ I want to praise.
153Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJew0O09TXH
After finishing the song, everyone happily enjoyed their meals. As Amisa picked up the cream cake, she happened to make eye contact with the two boys. They all unknowingly revealed a sense of nostalgia. Curiously, Amisa tried to speak to them, "Jasky? Toosb?"
153Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaNOlFRPpak
Toosb quickly finished his doughnut, stood up, and told his parents he wanted to go play before running off. With the other parents urging them, Amisa and Jasky followed suit.
153Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwXG2ZlRf7V
The three children arrived at the foot of a towering tree as if it were a sacred tree. They instinctively started digging in the soil beneath its roots and found a wooden box buried there. They looked at each other, nodded, and opened the box, revealing a silver key inside.
153Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlHnVtCKIAH
"The key tingles the taste buds—through the familiar desserts, in the dreamlike memories, we search for shared memories. So, the key was in this dream within a dream," Amisa concluded in her heart without knowing why. She noticed a small door hidden beneath the tree roots nearby. She handed the key to Jasky and asked him to open the door. As he did, a flash of light enveloped them, transporting them inside.
153Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡga9ejeMbZQ
