Being young means there are countless tomorrows to look forward to, so there's no need to rush today.

Just because you're having fun doesn't mean you can't miss a minute.

That's how Ephia misses Foley, and so does Foley.

And when they meet again, no one will think about what to do in the future, because life has completely different trajectories, some of them are intertwined with each other again, and some of them are further and further apart.

As for the past, Foley had thought many times that if he met Ephia again, he would have to ask a question, but he didn't want to ask a word, and he couldn't think of a word.

Ephia didn't ask, didn't ask some obvious facts, this kind of inquiry would only increase the pain of others, and she was unwilling to bear it any more.

They sat next to each other in silence.

"Efia, I just had a dream."

"When I came in, I saw you on your knees, and I couldn't tell if you were asleep or awake."

"Sometimes, especially lately, I often feel like everything is a dream."

"Foley, don't do that."

"Don't worry, I can promise you're awake now." Representative Foley chuckles slightly. "How did you end up here?"

"I... I shouldn't have come, but I'm a little worried. It should be said that... Too worried. ”

"There's nothing to worry about." Representative Foley would have said that after all these years, if you're worried, why didn't you look for it sooner. Thinking that he had never looked for the other party properly, he fell silent again.

"I think it's my duty to talk to you about John."

"Let's talk, do you need something to eat?"

"No, Foley, let's get up first, on the couch or, I mean the chair."

"Over the table." Representative Foley proposes.

As for John, Foley was already prepared, Shamer's psychiatrist made a preliminary prediction, and the school teacher told him a few days ago that John had some attention problems.

The big deal is that he has the same mental disorder as Sammel, and no matter how bad it is, how bad can it be.

"John has a talent for drawing, and I mean a sensitivity to abstract geometry."

"Well, maybe it's inherited from his mother."

"His mother was a painter?"

"Painter, but I think she has an extraordinary talent for this."

"That's good."

Representative Foley smiles wryly, and Ephia may not have known that Samel was gone.

"If that's the case, that's a real delight."

"Maybe it's worth doing a little more training in this area."

Ephia continued.

"Is it really needed? Computer drawings have been able to make more than half of the test subjects think that they are the work of some well-known painter. ”

"It's different, Foley, it's completely different."

"What's different, DeepBach was able to make music that would make people think it was a bach a few years ago."

"Foley, I'm sure it's not what you think, you're in a bad mood."

"Okay, I'll admit it's not my idea, so can you talk to me about something useful?"

"Do you mean about John's strange behavior?"

"Yes, I wonder if you can tell me exactly what that's going on, you didn't come to me to tell me how talented John is at painting, and that he can be a painter in the future."

Ephia shook her head and lowered her head again. She hadn't come to tell John Foley about his talent for drawing, but she wasn't what Representative had imagined, and she knew in her heart why she was here, in front of this man.

Maybe she couldn't help but tell the person on the other side how much she missed him since she saw him at school, and this kind of longing was different from every miss in so many years, and she thought that everything was as calm as a winter beach.

However, the facts made her feel disappointed and caught off guard.

But just because of this, she couldn't tell for sure that she was so concerned because she loved this man.

There was no commitment, no future, no future between them, and he never asked, let alone talked about it.

They met in the water, and they only got along because they liked to read science fiction, and only because he stopped by the shop where he worked to have a cup of coffee.

The college loan was barely paid off until a year ago, and she didn't have time to think about the feelings that had quietly passed, nor did she have time to fantasize about people she shouldn't have fantasized.

But that person appeared, in her quiet life, in a way that vaguely made her uneasy and heartbroken.

And when the day was over, she lay on the bed, remembering how he wept, and she shed tears, for herself and for the past they shared.

She dug out two boxes, and no matter how many times she moved, she took them with her, and there were her memories, and everything about them.

The last book Foley gave her was found from the bottom of the box when she broke up with her boyfriend earlier this year.

Robert Heinlein's "The Puppet Master", Foley often said that Heinlein's writing is the smoothest, she can't experience too much, she has not finished reading this book, if she reads it as quickly as the previous ones, maybe the last book will be "Fire in the Abyss", maybe "Song of the Distant Earth", or "Time Machine".

She blamed herself for not reading it quickly, blamed herself for giving him a call.

But everyone knows that if two people don't have contact for a few weeks and break off contact while things are still hot, then everything should go the other way.

But if the other party is also missing him, why is there no contact? Why didn't you ask after you left?

Every time she thought about it, Ephia was liberated. It's no wonder that she's not to blame.

It's a bit unreasonable to hold a paper book at this age, and it's almost rare to see someone holding a paper book these days.

But she still sees a copy of "Fighting for Peace" at Forlì's table, which was the last book she gave him in exchange for "The Puppet Master".

Time instantly seemed to go back to six years ago, only at that time, those nights that could not be played, pages of bizarre and dreamy stories.

She imagined his wife, who was lucky to be lucky to have a love of drawing and perhaps to read, and perhaps they had a common hobby. She couldn't help but be envious.

Over the years, she has never met anyone who likes to read paper books and talk about science fiction as much as she does.

But this envy was only as brief as a meteor crossing the sea breeze in her heart.

Heartache and uneasiness followed, and Foley's cries echoed across the roof of her bedroom, her pillow clinging to her along with the memories of the two.

A forensic examination concluded that Berus had died by suicide.

Maybe he never really saw something, and his optimism and peace may just be a hide for his inner pain.

At this point, Samel and Belus are probably both masters, but the mother is a little worse, she never restrains them, tries to let them show as much as possible, and doesn't care if it will hurt the people around her.