In fact, Shinji is not the first person to have the habit of writing a diary, and the real first person is actually a witch fog painting that looks big and often throws away.

The reason for starting a diary is simple, you don't want to forget.

I don't want to forget the scenery I saw, I don't want to forget what happened in front of me, I don't want to forget the mood at the moment, I don't want to forget the people who are important to me.

She has been bedridden since she was a child, and she has difficulty moving. The only thing you can see is the room you live in, and the view from the window through the only window in the room.

She looks at the outside world.

She wanted to soak up the sun and let the wind blow across her cheeks.

She walked in the rain and let the raindrops hit her body.

She wanted to go and see the Kinkakuji Temple that her parents had mentioned when she was not sick.

She wants to see Paris, the romantic capital that countless people yearn for, and she wants to see the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, the legendary pure land closest to the sky.

She wanted to see—

She wants to go—

She thought—

This thought, this persistence, continued to increase, and finally activated a certain bloodline in her body, allowing her to have a second body.

She can finally get rid of the shackles of her sick body, get rid of the limitations of the ward, and go to the outside world to see the wider sky.

This made her feel extremely excited, even fanatical.

But the good times didn't last long, and although this second body realized her dream of getting out, there were several limitations.

First of all, you can't go too far from the ontology.

It's really nothing. Although there are limitations, compared to the small ward, the outside world is thousands of times bigger, which is enough for her to be excited.

Second, there is no sense of reality.

The new body is like a ghost in the story, able to pass through walls and rise and fall freely, but it also loses the ability to touch real objects. Whether it is wind or rain, or trees and flowers, she can only look at them, not touch them.

It's really nothing. Lying on the hospital bed, she could only look at the world outside the window.

The most disturbing thing is loneliness.

Ghosts are inaccessible to others, not even visible to ordinary people. No matter how much she called, no matter how hard she tried, she never got a response, just like she was in the hospital.

She was suffering from a terminal illness that could not be cured by modern medicine, and her parents were long gone. Although thanks to the financial support of her father's old friend, she didn't have to worry about the cost of hospitalization, but it was only to the extent that she was kept alive, and she never appeared in front of her again except for a meeting a long time ago.

No one cared about her, and no one would come to visit her, and the nurses and doctors would only enter the ward during routine rounds, and if they were in a good mood, they might say a few words in a stable condition, and if they were in a bad mood, they would not even say a word, no different from a real ghost.

The root of the persistence of wanting to go out and wanting to leave here may be to get rid of this loneliness.

However, whether in the ward or outside the ward, she was just alone, and no one cared about her, as if she had been forgotten by the whole world.

Until one night, when she customarily came to the roof of the apartment building that her father had presided over and overlooked, a strange boy came to her to answer.

It may be that you have been lonely for too long, you don't know how to get along with strangers for a long time, and when you finally meet someone who finds yourself, your first reaction is not excitement, but fear, and you are afraid to turn around and run.

But she couldn't run away, not only was she caught, but he also found her body, and walked directly into her life that should have withered.

Since then, her life has changed.

She had a friend, the kid named Shinji Makiri.

On the second day of their encounter, he brought a bouquet of flowers to add a different color to the deserted white ward.

On the third day of the meeting, he brought fresh fruit, saying that he had consulted a doctor and could eat it, no problem.

On the fourth day of the reunion, he brought more new friends and made the ward more lively than ever.

The first time, the first time after being admitted to the hospital, she forgot the scenery outside the window.

The fifth, sixth, and seventh days thereafter...... Almost every day, the boy carries something that feels new to him.

Sometimes it's food, sometimes it's playing, and there are books and picture books, one novel experience after another, which makes her feel that even if she never goes out, there is nothing wrong with living here for the rest of her life.

But the reality was once again beyond her expectations, and after meeting that boy, there would be new surprises every day.

He took her out of the hospital, literally left, and ended her residency for more than ten years.

Is this going to die? If this life ends, there's nothing wrong with that.

The answer, of course, is no.

Not only did she not die, but she also cured the disease that had been entangled for many years, and she got a new home and started a new life.

The dizzying changes made her unable to believe that this was true for a while.

So, she started keeping a diary to record the dreamy days. Only then can she be sure that none of this is a fake.

……

In April 1998, the first picnic.

Sakura and Fujino make things that are delicious, but I don't know how to make them, and I feel useless.

……

In September 1998, I went to Tokyo.

There are so many people, I've never seen so many people, and I can't breathe a little bit.

I suddenly miss him, if he is, it won't make me so uncomfortable.

……

In February 1999, I didn't go anywhere.

He hadn't called me for 10 days, and it was a matter of calling me, so he wouldn't have forgotten me.

Scoundrels, liars, who say that they call me every day? If you don't call me again, I'll just, I'll ...... Ten days, no, twenty days...... Well, I can't help it, you're such a harmful guy.

……

In April 1999, I didn't go anywhere.

He's back, he's finally back.

His hair was gone, he was wounded, and I heard he almost died.

I'm worried, I'm worried.

If he dies, I, I—what's the point of me living?

Why would I say such a thing?

Am I ...... Got a liking for him?

……

In May 1999, I didn't go anywhere.

I'm sure I like him, the kind I like.

If you think about it, there's nothing wrong with liking him.

He is good-looking, interesting, and good to me, but he is a little younger.

But it's not a problem, it's a big deal to learn from Sister Orange, much older than me and look so young, I will definitely be able to stay young forever.

Even if it doesn't look like a good match now, it will be a good match in a few years.

……

In June 1999, I didn't go anywhere.

Oops, no, no, I don't seem to be the only one who likes him.

Fujino, Sakura, and the woman who came to the house before, what should I do? Can I fight them?

Don't be afraid, Wujo Mist-e, believe in yourself, you are the strongest, and you will definitely be able to achieve the final victory.

PS: I may have to go on a business trip recently, and I may not have time to code words at that time, so I guess I want to touch it, above.

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