The sanitation worker suddenly turned her head.
The shouting rang out again.
She saw that it was several young people doing the shouting.
There were both men and women.
They were facing the valley and shouting something at the top of their lungs.
She did not really understand.
Later, she saw other people shouting at the valley just like those young people had...
She heard the tour guide leading the group explain it.
Only then did she realize that they were doing this to release the emotions in their hearts...
Now that she heard the boy say it, the sanitation worker thought of those young people from back then.
She shook her head inwardly.
Young people and children nowadays were so expressive.
If it had been her, there was no way she could have shouted like that.
She smiled at the child.
"Then I suppose I was the one disturbing you."
The boy shook his head.
"No."
"I shouldn't have been shouting in the park."
"I'm sorry."
"Hey."
The boy's good attitude made the sanitation worker smile.
Such a well-behaved child.
She waved her hand.
"Why are you apologizing to me?"
"I don't manage this place."
"Besides, there aren't many people in this park."
"It's also some distance from the residential buildings nearby."
"Shouting a few times won't hurt."
The sanitation worker left.
The boy stood beneath the Maple Tree for a while longer before leaving as well.
The boy did not give up.
Every weekend or holiday, he would make time to come over.
But...
He never saw Ya Ya again.
That was the whole prelude to the story between the boy and Ya Ya.
Perhaps...
It was also the end.
But the boy was unwilling to accept that.
He held out