Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 455

Jing Jing opened her eyes, and found that millions of fireflies were under them, carrying them up. Surprisingly, the
usually shy Ying Ying was at the front of the cloud of fireflies, telling them which way to go. The eagle was nowhere to be seen,
and the sun was just beginning to rise. The damp smell of early morning spread through the streets, as the dolls, along with their
lanterns and handbags, settled onto the desk of Hei Li’s room.
All the fireflies flew out the window, including the ones in the lanterns, just as Hei Li rolled over. She stirred, blinked
and sat up. She walked over to her dolls, and looked puzzled as she saw the dolls. Why were their hair so messy, why were their
feet muddy, why were their qipaos a little torn up and dirty, and most importantly, why were there two lantern flowers next to
them?
Hei Li was so puzzled, now she still doesn’t know why the dolls were different. Every Mid-Autumn lantern festival
night, the dolls go out to play.