Some childhood memories jumped into Starry's mind. But it was too far away and she couldn't remember clearly.
"I can't remember. But I do remember your mother was pretty."
By then she was only four and she left the kindergarten at half past three. But her parents were both school teachers and they were still working at that moment.
By then Grandma Dolores had already retired and she took the responsibility to look after her.
Every day it was Grandma Dolores who picked her up from the kindergarten. After the dinner, she would stay here watching TV for half an hour before her parents were finally home. They would pick her up and took her back to her home.
By then, she spent more time in Grandma Dolores's home than in hers.
It was during summer holiday, but her parents went to the city to receive some training. Then her parents asked Grandma Dolores to take care of her.
One day a beautiful lady brought a little boy here. She said she was Grandma Dolores's daughter.
The beautiful lady could make good-looking and tasty cakes for her. She loved to eat cakes and her mother didn't allow her to do so. The beautiful lady was like an angel for her.
But she couldn't remember Wyatt anymore.
By then she was just four years old and Wyatt didn't expect her to remember.
He smiled and changed the topic, "How long do you plan to stay here?"
"I have no idea."
It's good to play chess with Grandpa Stephen every day.
Wyatt raised his eyebrows as he heard her answer, "You want to live here for a long time?"
"Is that okay?"
Starry looked up at him and she tried to have her both hands with a "fairy wand" so she just held her walking stick under shoulder and held another "fairy wand" in her spare hand.
Wyatt didn't take another "fairy wand" and he just fixed his eyes on the "fairy wands" in her hands, "Of course okay."
He halted for a second before he added, "My grandparents like you so much."
"I also like them."
"By the way, how's your new book?"
Starry looked upwards at him, "You want to sign a new contract with me now?"
He tried to imitate her tone, "Is that okay?"
Starry stared at him and burst into laughter, "Of course okay. But I haven't finished it yet."
"So, a deal?"
She lowered her head to look at her "fairy wands", "It's not our first cooperation."
"And certainly not the last one."
It was still snowing and the ground was soon covered all over with snow again.
And after the fairy wand extinguished, Starry stared at the snow on the ground, "I haven't made a snowman for a long time."
"So, you want to make one now?"
"No. It's too late now and you should have a rest, Mr. Matthews."
Without the presence of Grandma Dolores and Grandpa Stephen, she called him Mr. Matthews again.
Wyatt snorted and said, "For my grandparent's sake, call me Wyatt please."
"Maybe next time."
Wyatt checked his phone, "It's already nine. I'll send you back to your home."
"Thank you."
Wyatt held out his hand, "Give it to me."
Starry felt confused for a second before she knew that he was asking her to give her the "fairy wands" in her hands. She gave them to him and then held the walking stick in her hand again. It was hard for her to get back home with a broken leg.
Wyatt walked beside her and walked as slowly as she did.
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