The orange tree is at his house. But oranges always fall into our house.

Thump!

Coming again

This strange sound came again.

The tip of his foot stretched out and pressed shut on the small fan. The comic book that had been used as a sunshade on his face was taken out and placed next to him. Both arms gently pushed himself up to sit upright, the soft sunlight of the afternoon and the breeze blowing past. What a perfect way to sit out and enjoy the breeze on a weekend like this.

He turned to look at the side of the house with a white cement fence that was high above his head. Makes it impossible to see anything except the green tree tops of the houses next to each other. It seems normal that many people are not surprised by this picture. Except for one orange fruit that was lying on the bright green grass next to the wall.

With both legs under shorts above the knees, he slowly lifted himself up from the soft cushion and walked over to pick up the orange. It's in that little hand. The eyebrows on his face furrowed as he looked up at the top of the orange tree that was just above the wall. His head tilted slightly and he looked suspiciously.

How did it come?

Did it fall down?

And then Do we have to return it to the owner of the house?

The more I thought about it, the more my head ached. I didn't know what to do with this orange.

Finally, the dumb-faced youth decided to peel it. Then he walked back and sat with the fan as usual. From the corner of his eye he secretly glanced at that house from time to time.

This is the tenth child.

Don't fall again. Will definitely eat again.

The little hand slowly peeled off the orange and smelled the faint scent from the peel with a refreshed expression. Close your eyes until you see lines and place a large piece of orange peel on your hair. A wide smile appeared when he saw the large orange in his hand. Its sweet and sour flavor spread throughout his mouth. When he decided to drop it in and chew it, he felt quite lucky that today he had... Big balls fall into the fenced area of ​​the house, one at a time, like this so that you can secretly eat them often!

Out of the corner of his eye he glanced at the house beyond the white cement wall. That two-story house had been lonely for a long time. Until news came that a family had just moved in with a large orange tree. Invest in hiring a car to plant right in front of your house.

The little boy had never seen the face of the owner of the house, only the owner's son.

He looked like an arrogant child and didn't say a word. His face didn't welcome guests at all. When I walked to leave the bananas at home with my mother, she gave me a fierce look.

Hey, that's scary.

Well...and like this if they know that we secretly eat their oranges often like this. Will he be angry with us?

But that's what a high school student could think of more than that.

A white chair was dragged and placed next to the wall so that a child's small body could climb on it. A banana in his hand was gently placed on the wall. Before breaking away from it

Unbelievable, you have to believe it. I turned around and picked up my chair for just a moment. His yellow banana had disappeared and I don't know where it had gone.

A high school student came to school with a bored expression on his face. He sat with his chin on his head and heaved a long sigh. Watching your friends rushing around before everything calmed down when a familiar face of a teacher walked in and stood in front of the room, everyone repeating the same sentence over and over. Except for that dizzy-faced first grade student. A pair of small eyes looked around until they landed on the figure of a familiar face who was walking in and standing in front of the classroom. His fierce eyes from childhood moved to look at him for just a moment and then glanced away in another direction until he secretly made the person He was looked at a little annoyed.

Is that a new kid?

I don't know what that face looks like. I don't want to be friends with the owner of the orange tree.

The little boy sat down at the table and peeked at his back. The 'orange tree owner' didn't bat an eye, but the other party seemed to be aware of it. As soon as he was looked back at, he immediately lifted up his notebook to cover himself. I was relieved to think that he might not have noticed that he was secretly watching as the troublemaker in the room let out a long breath. He slowly raised his head little by little to secretly look at the new student. The soft sunlight coming in through the classroom window hit his face just a little bit, making him secretly feel hot. He suddenly felt so much love for the morning sunshine on a day like this that he suddenly realized that he had accidentally spread out his notebook and leaned his head down.

Today is another strange day.

He didn't know what the teacher was teaching today. The first grade boy rode his bike home with an empty head.

There was only one thing he learned at school.

The owner of the orange tree is actually Ko.

Very frustrating.

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