I thought for a moment, walked to the seat and sat down, then opened the drawer and took out a ball of yarn and a pair of needles from it.


    This was at the end of the summer vacation before. I was lucky enough to not have to see that person, so I was a little upset... No, I was a little idle, so I started looking for things to do and chose this one.


    I crossed my legs and began to start sporting my sweater with a guide diagram according to the above movements and punctuation.


    Because this is the first time I have made this, I am actually very unfamiliar, afraid that if a mistake is made, the shape of the sweater will be distorted.


    After confirming the progress a little, it seemed that only one tenth of the completion was completed, which is a corner of the sweater. Fortunately, there is still some time before winter, so I don’t have to worry for the time being…


    Alas, hey, wait a moment!


    Why did I look like I put on a sweater myself to give it to whom! This is just me playing!


    After explaining this to myself, I finally calmed down my mind again and began to continue to wear sweaters.


    "Xiao Mo..."


    "Hey hey hey!!"


    My mother suddenly pushed the door in, which scared me so much that I almost lost my soul. She quickly opened the drawer and threw the tools in, and then lay on the table and pretended to be reading a book.


    "What''s wrong?"


    She tilted her head, looking confused.


    "It''s okay, I''m reading a book."


    I said as if I pretended to be calm, while she covered her cheeks, looking apologetic.


    "Ah, that''s the way, I''m sorry to disturb you, but the gas just burned out, so dinner time will be pushed back 30 minutes."


    "It''s okay."


    I said to her calmly, playing the image of a good daughter who doesn''t worry her parents.


    My mother, who had no idea about my predicament, smiled as usual.


    "Well, come on."


    After the door was closed again, I let out a breath and then sat on the table.


    I feel so confused that I can''t beat my sweater at all!


    I had no choice but to lie on the bed, staring at the ceiling weakly.


    I...will not have changed anywhere.


    I always feel that something subtle and very dangerous is happening in my body.


    No, no, no!


    Then I shook my head and negate it like an ostrich because of my fear.


    "Ah, by the way!"


    Suddenly I sat up and thought of something.


    I started walking to my closet and searching for the bottom drawer.