It was already the afternoon of the day when I got home from the hospital, and Makoto didn't attend classes or talk to anyone that day. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Even the moment when he was worried about him, Makoto just let her go with a look of "let me be quiet"!

I can't stand the noise of the world, and I can't stand the faint sad gaze for a moment.

At noon, Makoto ate some bread on the roof of the building alone and then lay down there for the end of his lunch break.

I took sick leave immediately after class, and slept in the health room until the end of school.

That day, Makoto dreamed again!

Although he has always dreamed whenever he has been sensible, for the first time in more than a decade of at least 7,000 dreams, there is an exception - when he wakes up, he has no memory of what happened in the dream.

After more than ten years of life, Makoto has heartfelt fear and anxiety for the first time!

When I woke up, I was sitting on the edge of the bed with a worried look on my face.

"Is that a kind of uneasiness?"

I don't know, and I don't want to ask someone for advice! People and things are different, and the law is the most intolerable.

In Makoto's opinion, it is better to let it go than accept the answers of others who do not belong to him. Someday, you'll get your own answer! Your own answer.

Thinking about it carefully, in the process of experiencing more than 7,000 dreams, my body and mind gradually became more and more cold, and I began to ignore the passage of time. sighed at the real world, while it was short, but it was also more attentive.

However, the more you put your heart into it, the more disappointed you are. The more I put my emotions into it, the more I feel that this world has no value in existence.

When, exactly?

Although I was concentrating on "looking" as always, I no longer had the slightest emotion! Just observing, silently, faintly, staring at ......

As the observation deepened, even the word "look" was omitted before I knew it! Only a faint face remained......

By the time Makoto came back to his senses, it had already turned into the faint smile he always wore on his face.

There is no emotion, and there is no meaning, just actions, or habits that are unconsciously developed that cannot be said to be good or bad!

Even though I've been through so much, if I add up the time spent in more than 7,000 dreams, I'm at least about 3,000 years old!

However, in these more than 7,000 dreams, although he is the same person, he has different experiences. There will be different identities, they will appear in different places, and the experience will be different.

The short ones are half an hour or a few hours, the ordinary ones are one day to five days, the highest frequency is half a month to a few months, and the longest is several years or decades, and it is easy to experience a whole life from nothing while its frequency is close to (the most frequent) first.

Knowing that it is a dream, the dream will wake up. And in these more than 7,000 dreams, Makoto tried to do his best until he woke up, but these more than 7,000 efforts all came to naught.

Such powerlessness, helplessness, astonishment and emptiness can only be understood by those who have truly experienced it!

Repeatedly, every day of life, like the walking dead......

And the dream is not completely illusory, and the dream itself will have an absolute sense of reality. It hurts, it laughs, it hurts, it hurt......s, it hurt

Maybe Makoto's life never really began!

Countless people in the world pursue immortality, immortality and immortality, but Makoto only wants to disappear as soon as possible! Although he would not commit suicide or self-harm, he was always sincerely longing for early liberation.

Maybe that's why!

Tragedy will be repeated, repeatedly, repeatedly, once and again...... Again......

"Let's go home!" Sitting up from the bed, Makoto stretched out his hand, waiting for a momentary answer.

"Hmm!"

The wait was only for a moment, not because of hesitation, but because everything was too sudden.

Take Makoto's hand and lean on his right shoulder. Looking at the smile of joy on his face, I can't help but feel that happiness is so simple.

It doesn't take a lot of words, it doesn't take a lot of time, even if it's just a passing......

As long as you can stay by your beloved's side! For them - that's enough!

Love is manifested because of selfishness!

- However, selfish people usually don't get true love.

-- Even if luck falls from the sky, it will only be a flash in the pan.

-- When the idea of "belonging only" arises, no matter what you do, you will only get farther and farther away from love.

So, I can't see the face behind the veil clearly.

There was a faint fragrance wafting in the wind, and the two men held hands, shoulder to shoulder, quietly stepping on the white road ground, without talking.

"Where's Ito?"

"What?"

"That's why the school festival!"

"Do nothing!"

"Do nothing...... What the hell are you thinking? ”

Obviously feeling that the atmosphere has become delicate, there is a girl with dull hair on her head who is yelling at Makoto. Skinny Lori's eyes were also a little angry, and the flat-chested girl's eyes made him a little incomprehensible, only the girl with a cute hairstyle didn't look much different.

"You see, there's nothing particular I want to do, and there's nothing I want to visit. I guess I'll sleep here all day! ”

"It's really cold today!"

"It's really a little cold to hear you say that! Do you want to wear something thicker tomorrow? ”

"What are you talking about?"

Looking at the singing and harmony between Taisuke and the world, Xiaoguang looked at the world with somewhat complicated eyes.

Haven't you confessed to Taisuke yet? Xiaoguang is really slow enough! No, it's too slow!

"Nothing!" For Makoto's words, the world began to be awkward again.

"Oh!"

"Oh...... I said you, Ito, what about class activities? ”

"Don't go! Such a boring activity, it is a waste of time to go! ”

"Aren't you going to help?"

"Don't help!"

Don't hesitate to be categorical.

"Why?" I guess I just subconsciously wanted to explore it a little.

"First, without wages, I have never had the spirit of compulsory labor; Second, there is no need, there are so many people in the class, there is no more than me, and no less than me; Thirdly, I am not in the mood, I will never have a collective consciousness, and I will waste time doing things that I don't want to do. ”

"You know what? Since ancient times, there has been a saying that 'no work is not food'. Although everyone takes it for granted that this sentence emphasizes the superficial meaning of 'if you don't work, you can't eat'. I think it should actually be interpreted in reverse, i.e. for those who don't eat, they don't have to work. Got it? I don't enjoy it, and I don't have much to gain, so why help? ”

"Ito, be careful of going to hell when you die!" Xiaoguang put on a hopeless face and looked at Makoto.

"If you misinterpret the words of your ancestors, you will be scolded by the teacher!" Otome was also a little bored and said something that didn't mean well.

"You can come up with such an excuse.,Do you hate the school festival so much?" The world also stared at him.

"Ito, let's take a stroll around that day! There is no real loss anyway. "Only for a moment is it the same as it was for him.

"It's not that I hate the school festival. Well, I didn't have any pleasant memories before. How so? Well, forget it! When the time comes, depending on the situation, just follow the advice of the moment and go shopping! How about Taisuke, do you want to be together then? ”

"I'm fine, but two men together......" Taisuke, who was munching on bread, looked a little depressed.

"So, how are you and Hikari doing?"

"Cough, cough, cough~~"

"What's wrong, Kuroda." Taisuke tilted his head to look at Hikaru who was sitting next to him and suddenly coughed.

"Come on, water." Taisuke handed the water to Hikaru Ko. I don't know if it's because it's really uncomfortable, Xiaoguang drank it without thinking about it.

"Ah~ Thanks, Taisuke. It's already much better. Returning the bottle to Taisuke, Hikaru blushed and whispered thanks.

Taking the water bottle, Taisuke put it in front of him and said, "No, no, it's okay!" But what the hell is wrong with you, suddenly coughing without warning. ”

"That's because ......"

"That's because?"

"Then Taisuke and Hikari will be able to do it together!" It looked tangled, and Makoto inserted it directly.

Words and words......

"If Kuroda doesn't mind, I'll be fine." In a sense, Taisuke's performance is very underwhelming. As long as it's Hikaru Kuroda, this guy always seems to have a lack of tendons in his head.

"I don't have anything to do, so it's okay to spend a little time with me!"

This guy too, as long as he is against Taisuke Uezawa, he immediately becomes a pure girl who twists and turns. I've been grinding all the time.,Sometimes I wonder if she really likes Taisuke.。

Anyway, neither of them seemed to notice that there was an indirect kiss just now, although Makoto didn't care.

Forget it, even if it's him!

"Then it's decided!"

"And what about Ito?"

"It doesn't matter what I say at all, it's better to be like this, after all, I've always been alone."

"Is that so?"

"Then it's time to have fun!"

"Anyway, how long is it until the school festival? Does Kuroda know? As if he had suddenly remembered, Taisuke turned his head to look at Hikatsu.

"If you don't count today, it seems like there are ten more days!"

Koko thought for a moment and replied to Taisuke. When a group of people get together, time always flies, but in retrospect, it feels like a long time. Soon after, it could only be described as "short-lived".

Academy Festival? I really didn't have any good memories!

Today is the last day of the Saturday and Sunday, and it is exactly five days before the school festival. Today was a different morning, Makoto woke up in the morning, and was cooking breakfast when there was an unexpected guest.

Although it was said to be an unexpected guest, in fact, it was just a surprise for her appearance.

Yakumo Ranka, the "mysterious girl" who gave Seiichichi an identical pendant from his private storage when they first met. A girl who has an indescribable relationship with Makoto.。 And she called it "Chengjun", and it seems that it is the first time I have heard someone call it this way.

"Is there something you did when you came to my house today?"

After inviting Araika Yakumo to have breakfast together, packing up the tableware, and serving refreshments, Makoto sat down across from her.

"Delicious!"

Yakumo Lanxiang commented after taking a sip of the black tea brewed by Cheng.

Makoto is still very clear about his own technology, and he will not fail to hear polite words. However, looking at Yakumo Lanxiang's reaction, I always felt that that was what she really felt.

It's rude, but for the sake of insurance, Makoto still thanked her for her appreciation.

"Thank you!"

Araika Yakumo took a sip of the teacup and put it down, but did not put it on the saucer on the table. She holds the handle of the teacup with her right hand and places her left hand underneath it as a coaster. She stared intently at the black tea in her cup and was silent for a long time.

Seeing her like that, Makoto didn't bother her. I had no choice but to wait while drinking black tea.

"For today, can I be allowed to call you 'Chengjun' again?"

When there was still a little half of the black tea in Makoto's cup, Yakumo Lanxiang spoke. Although she spoke, she did not raise her head, her eyes still fixed on the black tea in the cup.

Makoto didn't understand the reason why Yakumo Lanka was obsessed with the title of "Makoto-kun", and although she was not an acquaintance, she couldn't find any suitable reason to reject her.

Moreover, listening to the tone of Yakumo Lanka's words, there should be something important to say.

"It's just today, yes!"

"Makoto-kun!" Almost as soon as Makoto said "yes", she called out.

"Hmm!"

"Makoto-kun!"

"Hmm."

"Makoto-kun!"

"Hmmm......"

"Chengjun, do you remember anything about me?"

Yakumo Lanka raised her head, her eyes glistening with tears, and she looked at Makoto with affection.

Makoto had no idea why there were tears in her eyes.

"Is it me?" He asked himself.

-- But I did forget. After seeing the blood-colored pendant, it was true that there were fragmentary memories of dreams, but in fact, he couldn't remember anything about "Yakumo Lanxiang" at all.

"Just a little." Looking back at Yakumo Ranka, Makoto kept his tone as calm as possible.

"Lying again! It's for her good, but is it really okay? I can't help but ask myself, but it's just a different way of masturbating.

"Thank you!"

It's just two words, a commonly used ordinary thank you word. At this moment, it gave Makoto a different feeling.

Tiny crystalline liquid constantly falls from the delicate face. Slide to the chin to form small shriveled droplets. Drop by drop, little by little, the liquid keeps converging, and the small droplets of water become more and more full. Another drop of liquid arrived, and the small droplets finally broke away from their immature skin due to overload and fell off.

"Diding~~"

Falling into the black tea, it made a circle of ripples, splashed a little white water, and mixed into the black tea. A moment later, Yakumo Lanka pecked lightly, and the tear was finally swallowed back into her stomach again.

"Here, Lanxiang, here you go!" Handing the tissue on the table, a gentle voice suddenly sounded in my ears. It was a voice Makoto had never heard before, and it was so soft. Even Makoto can't help but be moved by it. In an instant, the same sound came out of his mouth naturally.

"Makoto!" Yakumo Lanka covered her face with her left hand and cried out loudly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Yakumo Ranka lowered her head.

"Makoto, I'm really sorry for what happened that night!"

Before you know it, the title has changed.

"I didn't want to do that......"

"But!"

"But the body just doesn't listen to ......"

"I ...... I...... I ......"

Yakumo Lanka bent down, she held her head in both hands, and the whole person lay on the table and cried bitterly. No matter how much she shouted, she didn't respond. It was just a heart-rending cry, and a cry of repentance and sorrow accompanied by remorse and self-reproach.

Although Makoto still felt inexplicable at first, listening to the sorrow and sorrow in the confession, he gradually felt that he understood. Unfortunately, he didn't understand what he understood.

- Makoto just watched quietly and listened quietly.

-- There is no faint smile, no faint expression, and no faint gaze.

- Makoto just waited quietly.

Maybe two hours passed, maybe an hour, maybe just ten minutes. In grief, Araika Yakumo lost consciousness. Makoto carried her to his bed and wiped the long tear stains from her face.

Despair, self-blame, shame, shamelessness, sadness, confusion, joy...... All sorts of complex feelings intertwine and merge into a weird smile. His lips were slightly open, as if he had something to say, but he couldn't say anything.

That's salvation, and after being redeemed, you can't accept it!

So, tangled!

So, confused!

Climbed onto the bed, lay on Yakumo Lanxiang's side, caressing her heart-wrenching smile at the moment, and breathing in the faint fragrance on her body. Smooth and soft, but hard to move! Light and quiet, the turn is fascinating!

Faced with her like this, Makoto's hands naturally hugged her in his arms. Both of them wore only thin underwear, and only two layers of insignificant cloth separated each other's skin. Hugging Yakumo Lanka, each other's bodies are tightly touched, closing their eyes and feeling her body, their hearts are beating.

That feeling is throbbing, because holding a delicate girl, that's the normal excitement of being a man!

That feeling is nostalgia, because the delicate body in the arms is so familiar, it is a natural tremor as the opposite sex!

That feeling is guilt, because the girl in her arms is not her true lover, it is a hypocritical self-comfort as a life!

- However, Makoto is sure that in the "far away" past, she was the person she recognized and would accompany her for the rest of her life.

"Forget, sad thing!"

"Forget it, all about me!"

"Forget, the salvation you have received!"

"Leave me, I hope you'll be better off......"

"Thank you, Ito-kun! Luckily, I met you, so lucky! Well, goodbye! ”

At about eleven o'clock in the morning, the gloomy weather enveloped the whole city, and Makoto sent Yakumo Lanka downstairs, and after a short chill, they waved goodbye.

Yakumo Lanka loses part of her "insignificant" memories as Makoto wishes, and this will become Makoto's last willfulness.

She said goodbye to Makoto and turned to leave there. In this life and this life, Makoto will no longer take the initiative to enter her life.

It's like never knowing each other, and the past is no longer being pursued!

Let's go back to where we started! Back to not yet met, back to not yet acquainted......

The cold wind danced the girl's black hair, caressing her long hair as if playful. The black hair swayed in the wind, and in the gap between the strands of hair, a scarlet blood-stained cherry blossom could be faintly seen.

The leaves do not fall, and the autumn wind blows them all; The heart is the sky, and the end of the world is together!

black willows, cherry blossoms stained with blood; Girlish love, two-foot turn!