Why is the sky blue?

How many people have seriously thought about this question?

I do not know.

Actually, I'm not going to discuss anything with scholars like me on this issue, all I want to know is that-

Is the world reflected in the eyes of most people the real world?

Can the correct meaning be established simply by the reason that the minority obeys the majority?

I want to know.

The color of justice.

Is it really white that can be accepted by people?

After all, does justice really have a color?

To put it more bluntly, does such an abstract thing as justice really exist?

If justice really exists, then it can really be a light in the night, bringing a touch of warmth to people, or like a blessing, bringing light to them.

Can it do it?

Or, if justice does not exist, then who gave them the right to judge the good and evil of this world?

What is Goodness? What is evil?

Is it good to give the punishment of being alone to a wandering wild cat under God's judgment?

Under the stagnation of demons, giving the clown the right to choose to cry is evil?

I do not know.

In the eyes of the puppet, the world is empty, black and white, like shards of glass, fragmented piece by piece.

There is no place for her in the world as far as her eyes can see.

Existence is reasonable.

Is the essence of this sentence able to give the poor puppet a beautiful fantasy?

I do not know.

Dream is the farthest place from reality, and I, with my hands and feet in chains, have no way to know whether there is an end to the story on the other side of the cloud.

In the black world, the one percent of hearts seem to cry out like this—

Die.

......

"Good morning, Yui."

"Yono, good morning——!"

This is a child full of energy.

She is my classmate, her name is Yuyi, whether it is hairstyle or clothing, she gives people a sense of vitality, and she is also a school uniform, but she seems to have a completely different color from me when she wears it.

"I'm ready, so let's do it today! Yangno! ”

"Ahaha......"

To be honest, I don't seem to be able to handle her a little.

People who are too enthusiastic always make me a little afraid, because my heart is so pale, and if I am approached by her, I am afraid that I will become strange because I have dyed too many colors.

"Speaking of which, I was very concerned about it from the beginning, Yangna."

Yui suddenly came to my side, and then looked behind me.

"Who is this boy? It's a little cute, isn't it Yang Nai's boyfriend? I didn't expect Yang Nai to be such a type you like. ”

"Not really."

I was a little distressed, and the teasing of my friends gave me a little headache.

"He's ......"

I stopped halfway through the sentence, because I really didn't know how to introduce the boy.

A relative's child? Something seems wrong, the child that my mother entrusted to my care? It seems even stranger.

"Huh? Could it be that I guessed ......? ”

Seeing the embarrassment on my face, Yuyi seemed a little surprised, obviously misunderstanding deeper.

"No, he's ......"

Just as I was struggling with how to introduce this young man, he took the initiative to speak.

"Hello, I'm Luo Tianshu, a friend of Yang Nai."

"Real boyfriend?!"

The expression on Yuyi's face is surprised and happy, the surprised part is easy to say, the happy part, should I say that my image has been set up in her heart again?

"Still, this name, are you a foreigner?"

"Yes, I'm from Huaxia, ah, by the way, can I call you Yuyi directly?"

"Oh, in exchange, can I call you by your name too?"

"No problem."

The boy seems to be able to get along with Yuyi, probably because the personality is better, and Yuyi is a type that is easier to get along with, and the boy is ...... At least on the surface.

"I just heard your conversation, do you have any work to do today?"

"yes, don't you know?"

Yuyi's expression was a little surprised, obviously in her opinion, the boy should be the helper I found.

"I don't know."

The boy's expression was innocent, but he also seemed to see Yuyi's doubt.

"I just thought it would be more fun to follow Yono, so I came."

You Yi was stunned, and then showed a wicked smile.

"Hehe, you two are really in love."

"Didn't you say it?"

I closed my eyes in anguish, as if the misunderstanding was temporarily inexplicable.

"So, what exactly is your job today?"

"It's the preparation for the school festival."

Yuyi explained:

"Each class has to prepare its own project, and we chose the café, so we were in charge of the decoration work in advance, and the preparation of equipment, etc., in short, there was a lot of work."

"That's right."

The boy nodded knowingly, and he asked.

"But it doesn't sound like a project can be done by two people."

"Of course, there are more than two people, and we have already notified many students in the class to help."

As he spoke, Yuyi suddenly ran over, grabbed my shoulders, and said in a tone like a supermarket lady's sales:

"However, Yang Nai is the executive committee member, so she has to come to the school first."

"Executive."

The boy turned his gaze to me, and his tone seemed to sigh something, but it definitely wasn't because of my status as an executive committee member that he admired me.

The inexplicable flickering gaze made me a little frightened.

Since that day, I have had a hard time bearing his gaze.

Fortunately, he does not seem to have any intention of continuing to dwell on the topic of executive members.

"By the way, Yuyi, if Yang Nai has to arrive early because of his status as an executive member, what about you? Why are you here so early? ”

"Hey, hey."

Touching his nose, Yuyi puffed out his chest proudly.

"I'm a friend of Yono, wouldn't it be too pitiful if there was no one here when she came? So I decided to be the first person I met today. ”

"Ah, that's right."

The young man looked at Yuyi in a little surprise, the corners of his mouth curled, and he didn't know what terrible things came to mind.

"Hmph, that's it."

“......”

By her, she always chooses to show kindness to me for no reason.

To be honest, I was a little moved by Yuyi's kindness, but in addition to being moved, there were some strange emotions mixed in, like scratches on a white sail, which made me a little disgusted.

I won't delve into the source of that strangeness, because I know that those traces were unintentional, but they were also drawn by my own hand, if I pursued them too much—

I'm afraid the whole white sail has been torn to shreds, right?