He was the last android to come out of the "Doctor", and unlike the others, Sueguang had no impression of the "Doctor", and he was raised by Hatsuizumi for as long as he could remember.

When he was young, he was much weaker than others, and he rarely came out of the nutrition warehouse. Even if he can get out of the nutrition warehouse, there is nothing to do, and the children's frolic, for him, can not feel the slightest joy from it.

He couldn't even find the meaning of life itself, the first spring they were born to solve the problems of the devoured, and they were firmly instilled in their minds like the three laws of the machine, their strength, their body and mind were all in the service of this matter.

And what about him?

He didn't have this desire, he just lived out of the instinct of life.

Until he was ten years old, he had not spoken, and stared coldly at the cage-like real yàn room, whispering to the researcher.

The only variable in the unchanged days is the occasional visit of the girl with shoulder-length hair.

Whenever she came here, the cries that haunted him disappeared as if they had been cut off.

He knew from the whispered conversations of the researchers that her name was Hatsuizumi, and that she was his "kind". For the girl who didn't look outstanding, those people mentioned her name with clear awe.

Sueko doesn't care much about Hatsuizumi's heroic deeds, but he can't associate that terrifying image with a flattering smile.

She called him by name affectionately, hoping that he would respond, and she was not discouraged in the slightest after receiving his cold gaze, but repeated the same behavior day after day.

She asked the researcher to move his nutrition warehouse closer to the sun, and said in disgust, "The end light is not coming out again, do you want him to rot there when you put him in that corner?" ”

Sueguang felt that he still couldn't understand the way Hatsuizumi behaved, but he didn't hate the feeling of the sun shining on his body.

Hatsuizumi moved a chair next to him, took out the tattered and dusty book that he had found somewhere, and began to read.

In order to save wood, books and paper have become especially expensive, and it is not an exaggeration to call the books she brings a work of art.

On a sunny afternoon, a strand of broken hair slipped down the girl's ear, and she slowly recited the sentences, her fingers slowly turning over the yellowed pages.

As he grew older, his impressions of many things in life became more and more blurred, but this scene became clearer and clearer.

He didn't want to admit it, but he did have vague expectations.

Hatsuizumi reads him a poem she likes.

"I like that you're silent, as if you're gone."

"You are like my soul, a butterfly of dreams,

**。 ”

He liked the way her voice glided over the words like a piano, as if she were as unreachable as she was reciting, and he listened from afar, with bated breath.

In it he saw another vast, obscure, but shimmering world. In opposition to his innate instinct, the number jù as the measure of all things, the colorful feelings.

"We, Xiao Xiao's leaves, all have a sound to answer the wind and the rain.

Who are you? So silent. ”

Sometimes she passed by his room with the sound of her footsteps. He was shocked to know that he knew even her footsteps by heart.

He began to wait for every afternoon when the sun was in full bloom.

Hatsuizumi finished reading more and more books, and he looked at her for longer and longer.

Suhiko began to notice that she sometimes rubbed her temples with headaches, liked to watch the leaves that rose and fell as she made tea, always carried candy with her younger siblings, gave the reformers who were much older than him, and always had nothing to do about the mischief of the bespectacled girl.

And life is not as boring as he imagined.

She complained to Sueguang, "When will you tell me what you like and what you hate?" ”

He himself did not admit that he was bewitched by the bright gaze, and began to speak quietly when there was no one around in the middle of the night.

The first word, "First Spring".

The second word, "The Last Light."

Her presence began to be clearer than his own reflection.

As a young man, he couldn't understand what it was like to like someone, and even though he didn't clearly realize where his aimless possessiveness came from for many years afterward, Suemitsu realized that Hatsufomi was very important to him.

What if, what if Hatsuizumi is gone?

Such thoughts flashed through his mind, so that he did not notice the slightest panic in his heart.

But it didn't take long to amplify his panic.

The first fountain disappeared without warning for three months.

The day before, she was babbling about bringing new books to see him, but it was a few months before we saw him again.

What was his mood at that time?

Anxiety is like a spark that burns more and more, burning a dry plain in his heart.

It was the first time that Sueguang felt such intense feelings, and the image of "Hatsufountain" had become a part of his soul, and he didn't know it at the time, and when he pulled it out, he felt the pain of suffocation.

During those three months, some of the people around him disappeared like that, and the fear between the brows of those who remained grew stronger.

He didn't care about those things before, and he didn't care about them anymore.

He just silently pressed his cheek against the glass wall of the nutrition chamber, calculating the time he would not see the first spring.

Just as she disappeared without warning, so did they see each other again. That's how she appeared in front of the end of the light.

She still had some wounds on her body that were not finished, and she walked in a careful way to avoid touching them.

She didn't mention anything that had happened to her sudden disappearance, but she smiled as she pulled out the unfinished book and picked it up where the bookmark had been placed.

"The sweetness of your name fills my heart, and I have forgotten my own—" He listened wistfully, her voice writhing around his chest, making him think about what he could do.

His...... Weakness, his ...... There is nothing he can do, he obviously has the power but leaves one side vacant.

Time ticked away, Chuquan closed the book, breathed a long sigh of relief, stood up and said softly to him: "Moguang, I'm leaving." ”

His fear spun like a spinning top, and his actions were quicker than his reactions.

Sueguang clearly heard himself say to her, "Don't go. ”

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Selected poems from Neruda's "Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair", Rabindranath Tagore's "Birds", "Gitanjali"

At this time, Suguang was not in love with Hatsuizumi, but Hatsuizumi's approach of swiping up his favor was still very successful......