He has been to many places, but this place gives him a special feeling. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He still remembers that incident:

He sat on the side of the road as usual, observing the flow of people. It's like a lab reporter looking at a mouse being experimented with - never talking to it. He likes it, and he has observed many places in silence. But in this naturally born semi-finished product, everything is not quite the same.

"What's wrong with you!" A voice as crisp as a silver bell appeared in his ears.

He looked up and saw that it was a girl.

How could it be, he deliberately dressed himself like this, just to make himself very ordinary, as if he was blending into heaven and earth. How could she notice herself.

He raised his head, and the moment he made eye contact, the blend of emotions and emotions was a sense that only between emotions.

Her: "Are you emotional? ”

She tentatively did.

Him: "I want you to take care of it!" ”

He was amazed at this time, this was the first thing he said in this life, even when he faced the gods of the worlds, he had never spoken.

When the two made eye contact, something new seemed to melt into his body.

He ran away.

That night, he sat on the roof of the building, the breeze caressing the hair on his forehead, and a pair of eyes leaked out, with endless loneliness in those eyes.

He was still thinking about the day, he didn't know, was this him?

He was a little annoyed.

He shouted.

"Loneliness belongs to me, and no one can take it away from me." He said the second thing.

The wind is blowing.

The wind blew his hair away, revealing all of his face.

That face is not arrogant, it lacks a kind of arrogance; Not elegant, lacking a trace of elegance; It's not noble, it's not a trace of nobility. Instead, it seems like something is missing.

It's dawning.

He walked alone in the desert.

It was very windy.

Blowing up his scarf, which was longer than his height, and contrasted with his small body, as if it were going to take him away.

He was ready to leave, to leave the place that had made him emotionally unstable.

He, unwilling to speak.

I'll do it for him.

He is alone, and he will leave alone.

Some people think that loneliness is a kind of character, but they don't know that it is an emotion, a rare emotion, just like him.

The vast desert sea left only a black back. Fade away, disappear at the end of the desert;