3 In that dull memory, she would always be there and couldn't help but think back to her childhood,

When I was a little girl. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

She herself didn't want to think about it anymore,

But those memories seem to jump out of their own,

It seemed to jump into her mind automatically,

She will seem at a loss in it, as if she has no choice,

It was in the middle of it that it was so dull that it sank into it.

That's his back, that's his turn,

It was his evasion, his coldness, and his indifference.

When he was indifferent and alienated and alienated from her,

She will always feel inexplicable sadness there,

Inexplicably sad, inexplicably sad,

is also inexplicable anger,

Mixed with that anger was a kind of resentment.

It's like, she'd rather it be her who turns her head,

And not one is him,

She wished it was her, not him, who turned away indifferently and never looked back.

She wished that the one who was hiding,

It was she who was avoiding him, not him who was avoiding her.

For he who turns his head,

can not be dismissive there,

Turning his head nonchalantly, he just had to go,

It seems to be so chic and resolute to go.

But it was left to the back of the watchman behind him,

It's just a distant and vague back that will never look back.

That in itself was a hurt and torture.

She used to be dissatisfied in it,

Why does she always have to look at his back,

Why does he always have to avoid her, or often,

Is she really so pathetic and ridiculous?

Why can it hurt so much?

To take a kind of indifference and ruthlessness to hurt?

His injuries may just be unmanageable.

She just wanted to go to him,

Talk to him about things, talk about feelings,

She wanted to find someone to talk to, she wanted to talk to him.

But he was there and didn't want to listen to her.

I don't want to know her distressed mood anymore.

He was already there and didn't want to take on any more troubles for her.

It was there that he yelled at her in an impatient, smoky tone:

"What do I have to do with you?

Why should I listen to your babbling?

I'm not in that mood! ”

He roared at her, and he could hear it, and he could feel it,

At that time, he was not happy,

It was only later that she heard from the gossip of the people around her that he had been taught a lesson by his father again.

There was verbal insults, but also physical whipping.

The father who fell out was still very violent, and he often hit the void,

Failure is always the addition of new wounds before the old wounds are healed, but this is just a small chant from the mouths of others,

However, she also believed very much in what she heard.

But she never told her about these encounters,

Naturally, she won't let her know how many injuries she has, and she is often beaten by her father.

For a boy, it would have been very annoying for him to be beaten.

Will you still tell others?

Thinking about such a thing, how could he tell a girl?

So, he avoided her.

He would often avoid her there when he was happy or unhappy.

Very happy, just because it was because of his own happiness,

He didn't think she would understand, and he didn't think there was much point in sharing it with her.

He didn't want to share it with her.

He was there to take it for granted that she would never understand him,

and will never understand his happiness.

He thought that the girl named the Soul of the Spirit,

will only whine there indiscriminately,

It's just that she keeps repeating her own things.

After listening for a long time, he listened too much, and he didn't want to listen to her anymore.

He didn't care about those things, he wasn't rare, and he didn't want to share anything for her.

He didn't want to trouble himself for her.