Beginning of the school term,
Although Curly is just a kindergarten kid, she still has a lot of homework.
Actually, there's not much homework, but trying to finish two months of homework in three days makes it a lot.
It's half past ten at night.
Curly is still burning the midnight oil.
"Why is there still so much..." Curly was about to cry, feeling very sleepy and wanting to go to bed, her hands were also very tired.
Curly was struggling to copy words with a pencil. The teacher assigned the homework of copying each new word twenty times, with a total of twenty new words... the copying speed was getting slower and slower. Eventually, she fell asleep at the desk.
In a daze, she saw a big hand in front of her that was holding something and painting the wall.
She remembered...
Back then, her dad gave her a pony, and he had a beautiful house built for the pony, where an uncle was painting the wall with a big brush.
