PRESIDENT IS BEING SHAMELESS AGAIN

Chapter 85

[This is an adaptation, this story is not mine. The credits goes to the original writer. Please do not vote!]

Lisa hummed in agreement and released her to reach for his back pockets. Jennie realized that he brought a short-handled shovel with him.

"When did you take this with you?" she asked with surprise. This man was really a little unorthodox.

"When I went to the study for the photo, I remembered that we'll have to dig something out, so I brought it with me," Lisa explained, and he pulled Jennie along until they were underneath the shade of the old poplar tree.

They started digging when they found the spot.

When the two of them were younger, Lisa had also sneaked in through the wall to meet Jennie in secret, so they had only a toy shovel that Jennie found for them when they wanted to bury something.

With only such a flimsy tool, the two of them had dug for an entire afternoon non-stop, but the result was not that deep a hole. Although the shovel Lisa brought was not big, it was enough.

After a while, they unearthed a hard, metal box.

Jennie took it out. The box was one of those metal containers for fruity drops a decade ago. Those sweets were not that tasty in truth, but people back then, back when most people were not well off liked them because they could only eat them during the Chinese New Year. This metal box looked old-fashioned, with a picture of a starlet printed on top — she was astronomically popular back then, but now she was buried under the sands of time.

The box was rusty after so long. Jennie could not pry the box open so after a long time, she thrusted it onto Lisa's hands. "Quick, open it."

Lisa had to try a few times before he succeeded in opening it, teeth gritted.

Jennie took out her phone and turned on the flashlight on the back.

There were two small bags in the box — one was hers while the other belonged to Lisa.

The two of them had agreed to pack their things into small cloth bags so that the other could not see what they had packed, put them into the box and buried it.

Jennie took her bag out first and opened it, revealing two hand-holding dolls.

"So this is what you buried," Lisa's melodic voice, one suffused with mirth and warmth, said.

Jennie nodded. "I remember that the arts and crafts classes from back then taught us to make these dolls out of gloves. It's simple, even kids our age can also learn it."

The dolls in Jennie's hands were made from white yarn gloves that had now turned yellowish.

Cotton was stuffed into the gloves, and the part where the palm would be in was tied into two parts, the upper part being the heads and the lower part bodies. The thumb was cut off, the forefinger and middle finger repurposed as arms and the other two fingers as legs.

Two curvy lines and a small dot — eyes and the mouth, respectively — were drawn on with black watercolor paint, but then they faded after years weathered under the soil.

"I sewed the two dolls' hands together because in my mind this was like me holding hands with the older boy," Jennie said with a smile.

In retrospect, the two dolls were simple and crudely made, shape barely recognizable, but she had thought that these were good.

Lisa lifted his brow. These dolls were a little too simple; there was not anything that resembled hair or clothes when she could have drawn them on.

"Which one are you? Which one is me?" Lisa asked, scooting closer.