It rained again in the morning, because it was the rainy season, and it rained non-stop for the past few days.

As early as a few days ago,The school park cultural festival of Xicheng High School has ended.,As the school returns to its usual appearance,The cultural festival seems to have nothing left.,And it seems like something was left.。

No one can say what was left, but occasionally, the students of Year 2B would see a photo at the back of the classroom.

This is a rare photo of the whole class there, including Matsuoka Shimo, Hatsu, and even Yagami Chenglan.

In the photo, Matsuoka Shimota is standing in the next position, with his hands clasped in front of his chest, with a serious expression. Although he is no longer the homeroom teacher of Class B in the second year, he still often comes to help take care of these boys.

Chu was wearing a white coat, with his hands in his pockets, with a calm expression on his face as always, and his eyes were looking at the camera lightly.

As for Yagami Chenglan, she stood in the middle of the students with a rare smile on her face, looking a little shy.

The photo was placed in an inconspicuous seat in the classroom, but it was right next to Yagami Seiran Seat.

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"Ding-dong. ”

The sound of the bus arriving sounded, and Yagami Chenglan stood in the bus stop and raised his eyes from his phone.

This phone was given to her two days ago as a return gift from the toy dog.

Today, Yagami Chenglan got up very early, made some breakfast for Hatsuwa Maekawa Shimizu, and planned to go to school alone first.

I put on my headphones, got on the bus, and sat in a seat near the window.

The light rain seemed to be getting a little heavier, blurring the view outside the car window.

Yagami Chenglan leaned against the car window and listened to the song quietly.

"I've thought about it a hundred times······"

This is the song at the school festival.,She specially downloaded it.。

It's like the lyrics say.

Yagami Chenglan once thought about it a hundred.

Because the dirty room was so cramped, so small that she couldn't see the future of life.

When I wake up every morning, all I can hear is the sound of a lonely clock moving, and the faint sound of traffic and people coming from the window.

She herself lost count of how many times she woke up in bed, staring at the blank wall in a daze, not knowing what she should do.

Sometimes, she would want to ask herself why she was in this world, when even her parents had abandoned her.

Maybe she was just a nuisance to them.

But if her existence only causes trouble for people, then why should she exist?

If no one cared about her, what reason did she have?

She couldn't see what the future looked like, because she didn't seem to have a future at all, she was just surviving in the garbage.

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Yagami Chenglan once thought about it a hundred.

Because her bike broke down and no one fixed it, she had to put it in a corner to rust.

She has seen many times that parents in the park teach their children to ride.

They watched the children staggering forward with apprehensive eyes, and whenever they fell to the ground, they hurried up to pick them up.

When the bike drops the chain, they reinstall it.

If your child wants to give up, they will encourage him to keep trying.

Yagami Chenglan's bike is very good, she will not fall, she will not give up, and she will not be worried.

She couldn't understand why she didn't get the kind of attention they had when she was doing better than the kids.

So one day she fell, and no one came up to lift her.

Her bike broke down that day and she didn't fix it, just left it there until it rusted.

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Yagami Chenglan once thought about it a hundred.

Because when she came home, she said that I was back, but she didn't answer.

The room was empty, and her shadow fell alone on the floor, all the time, alone.

She crouched in the doorway, smelling the stench of garbage in the room, silent.

After a long time, she knew it was time for her to throw out the trash.

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Yagami Chenglan once thought about it a hundred.

Because she wanted to buy popsicles, but she didn't have the money, the summer of that year was so hot that she stood under the tree and stayed for a long time.

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Yagami Chenglan once thought about it a hundred.

Until, she picked up a rock on her balcony.

The stone was small, small enough for her to hold in one hand, and it was very real, without the slightest hint of falsehood.

She made a wish to the stone, and after the wish, a man appeared in front of her.

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She had been so close to death, but she had a simple breakfast.

When I woke up in the morning, with a breeze on my face and the smell of bread in the air, a man with an apron called her in the room.

The breakfast was simple, not delicious, not even much flavorful, but she ate it cleanly, even if she couldn't have eaten that much.

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She was going to die.

But she felt the warmth of that hand, the peace of leaning on, the serious gaze that looked at her, and the almost slim expectation.

It is an expectation that only those who have seriously considered death can see.

It's like a man dying of thirst in the desert who drinks a drop of water.

It didn't make any sense, but it gave her a reason to continue.

On the bus, Yagami Chenglan wore headphones printed with cat patterns and looked at the scenery outside the window.

The street lamps on the side of the road flickered reddish, and the streets of the city in the morning were blurred in the rain.

She held the bag in her arms with a faint smile on her face.

What she had in her bag was the lunch box she had prepared for her last night.

I don't know how to keep it warm at first, so I put the food in a black box, and although I made it at night, it would be warm every time I ate it at noon the next day.

(It turns out that the heat preservation effect of evil is very good.) ）

The girl was already going to die, because if she died, she wouldn't be in trouble anymore, and she wouldn't have to think about it so much.

Until, one day, a guy who called himself a messenger said to her.

You are important to me.

The man's eyes were so serious that the girl couldn't tell the real from the fake.

But this is a lie, and maybe both of them knew it from the beginning.

It's just that one of them is seriously deceived, and the other is seriously deceived.

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The messenger is like a most skilled trickster, carefully weaving a beautiful lie to the girl that you have a family.

She was so meticulous that she didn't show the slightest flaw, and even tricked herself into it.

———— "The Grave Sin of Jealousy"