"What does it matter? I'm not going to get old anyway. ”

Yasano's face was not red and he was out of breath and bragged.

"You don't even look like you're my age."

"Is this looking for ballast...... I can't imagine that the little little ones in the past have now become a big beauty. ”

"I don't know if you're complimenting me or belittling me."

Although Anye turned around with his fist against Lin Yu's head.

However, the height of the two is almost comparable, so they don't look more vigorous.

In fact, from the appearance alone, there is almost no sense of age difference between the two.

In general, the aging rate of the upper deer clan is quite slow.

People in their forties tend to look like they are in their twenties, and they don't look middle-aged until at least they are over fifty.

However, whether such a constitution is fortunate or unfortunate for women? Judging from Anno's dress, it is not wrong to say that it is unfortunate.

At this time, the phone rang, and it was from Anno's mobile phone.

"Hey?"

Yasuno quickly picked up his phone to answer. From that tone, the content should have nothing to do with work.

Looking at her small appearance, she is also an excellent consultant, which is really flattering. It's just that the word "excellent" is what she calls herself. She herself said that she is so busy with work that she doesn't have time to think about getting married, but God knows if she has a partner.

"yes, I see. I'll see you later."

"Who called?"

After hanging up the phone, Lin Yu asked.

"Sister Aye. She said that her husband had left his work papers at home and forgot to bring them, and she had to deliver the documents before rushing over."

"Then she'll have to wait a little bit."

"According to her, it's about thirty minutes late. In other words, they are still very affectionate."

「…… I think I'll love you for the rest of your life."

After all, they have been promoted from childhood sweethearts to husband and wife, and they shouldn't be able to change. When it comes to her husband, Ah Ye is like the two of them as usual, and until now Lin Yu still can't get used to that gap.

"What about Mrs. Sand?"

"She called just now and said she would be late."

About ten minutes ago.

The moment he picked up the phone, the other end was babbling to himself. Hello ~ Hello ~ Lin Yu? I'm Xiangxiang. It's a bit of a traffic jam on the road right now, ah, do you want to talk to Sasha? Don't use it? Hey, what is Mrs. Sand doing? Mrs. Sand is driving her. Anyway, that's it.

After saying what he wanted to say, the other party immediately hung up the phone - just thinking about it gave Lin Yu a headache.

In the past, Lin Yu had nothing to do with those two twins. After the dust settles on the battle with the Prosperity Faction, Sunako adopts the twins and teaches them strictly, hoping that they will become the saint's right and left hands, but instead of correcting their personalities, they have become more deafening.

In the past, Sand had complained that her daughter had been affected by those two fools recently. Sando's daughter seems to prefer the appearance of being with a happy big sister to a strict mother.

When Lin Yu smiled bitterly while reminiscing, An Ye muttered with some regret, "It seems that it will have to wait a little longer before it starts."

"yes. Would you like to have some tea first?"

"Can I go in?" Isn't it officially unfinished yet?"

"We moved into our house yesterday. Moreover, there was already one person who arrived first."

"Ah, I see. Yasuno said. Lin Yu nodded.

"Well, I stayed overnight yesterday."

Lin Yu and Lan Yang's new home is a Japanese-style house with a straw house.

Although it is not very spacious, it is more than enough for two people to live, and in all fairness, there is no need to make it into a magnificent mansion. As long as there are occasional guests who come to stay overnight, it is enough to provide a comfortable and not cramped space.

There is a cherry blossom tree next to the house. The cherry blossoms were planted seven years ago, and there is a small tombstone under the tree. It was moved from a lost house that burned down seven years ago.

The cherry blossom tree only bloomed for the first time last year. It's almost half open now, and it should be fully open soon.

Lan Yang, who was sitting by the hearth, noticed Lin Yu and An Ye's entrance, and turned his head to face them.

"Welcome."

Lan Yang showed a calm smile.

She looks exactly the same as seven years ago, and now her expression is much richer, and her words and deeds are more mature. Someone should really use her as an example.

"Yo, Sister Lanyang."

As if he was his own home, he swaggered into the room and waved hello to Lan Yang.

Then she crouched down and turned her face to the little girl who was peeking at her with a little fear. "Sister Xiaoya, how are you doing?"

I saw that the little girl seemed to be frightened and jumped, and shrank behind Lan Yang's back to hide.

"Good afternoon, good afternoon...... Aunt Anno."

"Huh? Who do you say is Auntie?"

An Ye rubbed Xiao Ya's black hair without seeing it, but Xiao Ya really looked timid.

"Really...... Sister Anye, you love the whole person so much, she will always be so afraid of you."

Lin Yu sighed and hugged Yu Nai.

"Xiaoya is the same, you are already four years old, how can you be so afraid of life. Be brave, or you'll be scolded by your father."

"Dad won't scold people......

"Ahhh......hh That's right."

She had already done it herself, poured the tea into the medicine jar hanging above the hearth and drank it.

「…… You're getting more and more manly every year, so be careful that you won't be able to get married."

"I'm just going to say that you are nagging more and more year by year, so you can't get married."

After Lin Yu and An Ye finished talking, they looked at each other and smiled, then looked at the wall clock on the wall and said:

"I guess they're both getting there soon."

"I just got a text message."

Lan Yang on the side added.

"They're going up the mountain, and they're still very concerned about whether Xiaoya will feel lonely."

"Who sent the SMS?"

"Mom."

It seems that the father is not the only one who dotes on his daughter.

"Then let's wait."

After Lin Yu sighed, he handed Xiaoya over to Lan Yang to take care of.

"I'm going to get some snacks."

Turning his back to An Ye and Lan Yang, who had started chatting happily in the atmosphere, Lin Yu thought to himself.

Everyone has gone their separate ways.

Some get married, some have children, some work hard, and some live a free and casual life.

......

But maybe that's fine.

Because the current state may be the result of the hope of the ancestors of the past.

From the first ancestor to the patriarch seven years ago.

Integrate into human life, coexist with human beings, live as human beings, and die as human beings

It's better to be upright than being locked up in a closed society and clinging to some racial glory or something.

Just as Lin Yu was busy preparing refreshments, someone knocked on the door outside.

"Lin Yu, are you there?"

Because the visitor arrived earlier than expected, Lin Yu couldn't help but be startled.

There seemed to be an argument outside the door.

"Xiaoya won't run away, why are you in such a hurry?"

"What are you talking about, I'm worried about whether Xiaoya will be lonely and boring......

I see, no wonder I arrived so early.

"Ah, Mommy, Dad!"

Xiaoya's eyes suddenly lit up and stood up and rushed to the door.

The little girl opened the sliding door and hugged her mother's waist and coquettishly coquettish.

The father was out of breath and gently stroked the top of his daughter's head.

A cherry blossom petal floated softly through the door from outside the house.

The petals tickled the little girl's nose, causing her to sneeze a little, and making her parents laugh.

......

- Suzu.

Ringtones. Ringing slightly.

When I opened my eyes, I saw three elementary school students running past me in a bouncing motion.

Seemingly. I seem to have accidentally fallen asleep just now.

The heart shakes regularly. With the rumbling sound of the tram.

The sound of walking on a set track and moving forward according to a set time.

The same unchanged air.

The same same disgusting laughter.

The same people who dozed off with a brow on their faces full of misery.

The same is a down-changing landscape.

The same unchanged self.

I'm used to it, I'm used to it.

There are still a few stops to get home, but the station name of the next station is announced on the radio in the car, and I have to get off here first. Hearing the sound of such a flat radio without any ups and downs will make anyone feel breathless and nervous.

At least Lin Hui felt that this fee.

Tram slows down. Slowly enter the platform.

Lin Hui stood up and walked to the car door.

Outside the window, the sky is still bright, and there is still some time before dusk. The carriage was filled with suffocating foul air,

However, as soon as the doors opened, the cold wind of January blew in and swept across his cheeks.

Get off at this platform. As of today, it has been. It's the first time.

After that. I have visited several times, and each time I feel a heaviness that I can barely breathe.

At first, it was difficult to find the place with the help of newspapers and magazines and photos, but fortunately it was not too far from the station. By the time he was able to skillfully pass through the ticket gate and walk directly to the right exit, Lin Hui took steps towards the target place.

After walking for a distance, a building appeared in front of me, exuding an eerie aura that seemed to be peaceful in the surrounding environment

In the wrong box.

It is an unfinished, long-abandoned building, now in ruins.

With a sign prohibiting entry hanging on the barbed wire, Lin Hui's slender body burrowed into the cloud from the narrow gap and walked inside the construction site. Along the way, he saw some footprints, and it seemed that someone had stepped into the same construction site as him, and the spray-painted graffiti on the walls, which could hardly be called art, strengthened the sense of desolation.

Maybe those graffiti are the so-called way of self-expression. But in fact, others simply understand what they are expressing.

All the glass on the first floor was smashed. Scattered on the ground. Lin Hui stepped on this fragment and walked into the building, a hill of garbage piled up, and immediately came into view.

Next to the garbage dump. There is a path that leads to the stairs.

Lin Hui crossed the path and climbed the stairs. Just like the boy at the time.

Climbing up the tall building step by step with your own feet, the breathing difficulty caused by the physical labor has exceeded the mental suffocation when the train arrives. Although the building has an elevator, of course, it is impossible to have one.

9th Floor ...... Every time I come here, I have to climb up with great difficulty.

So. This floor is not littered with garbage like downstairs and the glass is not smashed. Instead. It was a carpet-thick dust, and words written with a marker. Even though a long time has passed since the incident, the handwriting remains legible at the scene...... It had been a year since the teenager died by suicide.

A teenager who was in the third grade of high school at the time jumped from here.

On the walls of this floor. Left behind many words, both non-verbal. Nor is it poetry.

It's boring.

Everything, very boring.

It's very boring to be alive.

Alive, meaningless.

There is no point, nothing.

It's boring.

Why is it that no one is aware of it?

These sentences became the final message for the world.

Lin Hui approached the window door where the boy flew into the dusk sky. After the teenager committed suicide, the windows of the entire floor were sealed with duct tape, but Lin Hui had already torn up one of the tapes so that he could look out from the window.

Because he wanted to see the scenery that the boy had seen when he died.

He pushed hard through the old window frames. Due to the excessively long hair on his forehead, Lin Hui looked a little gloomy and melancholy. It's like refusing to communicate with everything. See the distorted world from the question of countless black lines. The sun is sinking, and it won't be long before the sky turns a deep orange.

A year ago. The boy also looked at the same scenery from here. Even if you find yourself without wings. Still desperate to fly into the sky.

What motivates teenagers to take action? Lin Hui looked down on the boring world in his eyes, and for a year, he had been thinking about the same question.

Then, he also reached the same age as a teenager.

Also standing here, looking at the same scenery.

The same full of contempt, looking down on the same world.

The boy has died, ending his life with his own hands, ending his own path.

And although Lin Hui did not die, he did not really live.

The poems left by the boy were full of despair, but Lin Hui felt an incredible deep throbbing from them, as if he saw the "light" in despair. Therefore, Lin Hui believes that the teenager exudes light.

And he always felt it. I have seen the light.

The answer is actually quite simple. Maybe I knew it myself a long time ago.

I'm — just like him.

Like him, he wants to be a "light".

What should we do to become a "light" like him?

In order to convey his thoughts to the world, he left "verses".

Not only the walls of this floor, but it is also said that many notebooks were later found, filled with various words and poems.

All thoughts turned into light and left behind.

So, what should I do about myself?

I've read the verses of a teenager. I felt like I had to do something. Lin Hui took out a sketchbook from his handbag and used charcoal to draw it on the pure white paper, as if he wanted to cut the paper.

Anyway, it's a boring world, so let's draw boring works.

Everything ...... It's boring.

Draw the lifeless scenery into a picture of day, and also draw an end.

The daytime reflected on the retina and in the brain is vigorously carved with black lines and interwoven into a black and white composition. Occasionally, the lines were stretched out of Lin Hui's hands.

I almost forgot to breathe, and the world depicted in one breath was black.

Filled with almost sad madness, a world that is about to collapse.

Even if it is depicted using black lines. The bright white behind it still emerges.

Close your eyes and slowly lower your hands as the sketchbook slips from your hands. Only a finger-sized charcoal pen rolls down gently.

Heavy dust flew in the air like cotton wool.