It's late at night, Miss 〇 is still packing her things, and her roommates haven't come back yet.

Miss 〇 gently picked up the books piled up on the bed, stacked them neatly one by one, and then put them in the cardboard box at the foot of the bed.

Suddenly, Miss 〇 accidentally touched a small cardboard box on the edge of the bed.

"Smack"

With a soft thud, the small carton fell to the ground.

The seal of the small carton was immediately opened, and the postcards in the small carton were scattered and scattered all over the ground.

"I'll go, it's really bad luck today!" Miss 〇 crossed her hands on her hips, pursed her lips, and then squatted down helplessly and slowly picked up the postcard.

These postcards come in a variety of ways and are given by everyone before they leave.

Among the postcards in this place, there are two that are special because they are pinned together with two paper clips.

But now it's slightly separated, and one of the paperclips pinned to it has fallen off.

Miss 〇 reached out and picked up the two postcards and the paper clip that had fallen off.

These two postcards are from the barefoot boy, and Miss 〇 remembers that she received them at night.

That night, after the evening class, Miss 〇 slowly went back to the dormitory alone.

When he went down to the first floor of the school building, the barefoot boy appeared out of nowhere, and then he stopped Miss 〇, "Hi, Miss 〇." ”

"What's wrong?" Miss 〇 looked at the barefoot boy and asked.

"That...... That's right, this one for you. The barefoot boy stumbled.

"What?" Miss 〇 asked inexplicably.

"Postcard." The barefoot boy replied.

"Oh, bring it then." Miss 〇 said lightly.

"That's it?" The barefoot boy said with some uncertainty.

"And what else do you want?" Miss 〇 asked rhetorically.

"Okay, then I'll go first." The barefoot boy waved his hand helplessly.

"Walk slowly, don't send." Miss 〇 said coldly.

The barefoot boy turned around and left, and Miss 〇 didn't think much about it, and continued to walk slowly to the bedroom.

Back in the dormitory, Miss 〇 put the two postcards given by the barefoot boy and the postcards sent by everyone.

I was going to wait until I had time to read it.,But after that, because I'm busy reviewing.,So until now, Miss 〇 hasn't read the above content.。

"What the hell did this guy write at the time?" Curious, Miss 〇 took off another paper clip, and then stacked the two postcards with the contents on top of each other and held them.

The content of the first postcard is not very much, only a few lines:

"I've met a lot of people along the way over the years, and I've liked them and liked them.

But unfortunately, it seems that I have never been sure, so I missed it again and again, and in the end I couldn't take anything away or keep it, except for memories, there are also regrets.

So I told myself that if I met again, I would definitely take the initiative, and even if I didn't get anything in the end, I would still not back down.

Because I don't want to have any more regrets, I don't want to wake up in the middle of the night many years later.

So, I want to say, I'm willing to be your piece of the sea!

2016.5.20”

？？？

What do you mean?

Is this a confession?

It turns out that you have already confessed at that time! It's just that I haven't seen it all along, so I haven't known about it all along, so you think I rejected you?

That's why it's time for such a farewell at the end?

Pig! Stupid pig!

Even if I didn't say it, wouldn't you be able to see it?

Miss 〇 pulled out the postcard, set it aside, and slowly looked at the other postcard.

This postcard has a lot of content, densely written all over the postcard.

It seems like a long poem, and it looks like a lyric.

The first line reads: To dear Miss 〇.

On the right side of the postcard are two bold words that are slightly larger: Ocean. This seems to be the title.

After reading these in a hurry, Miss 〇 looked at the specific content intently:

"I look through the sea of people

Just to fall on your face

Your serene and elegant appearance

There is no panic at all

A little bit like that

Fall in love with your serenity

I would like to be the ocean

Assimilate your heart

Let it beat in my chest

All the troubles and sorrows

Carry them all for you

I admit that I don't know how to disguise

Burning anticipation was written on his face

You can surely read the longing, too

I just don't want to talk about it

Everything is hidden from you

I would like to be the ocean

Never stop watching

You can wander in my heart as you like

All the pain and disappointment

Please sink into the ocean

I would like to be your ocean

Listen to your heart's melancholy

Wandering in my world

You'll never have to worry about getting lost

Please let me be your ocean

A sheltered bay harbor for you

In a place far away from the mundane dust

Gently hug you into my chest

This is your ocean

I am watching because of you"

After a while, Miss 〇 finished reading it thoughtfully, she put down the postcard in her hand, stacked the two postcards with the contents on each other, picked up the paper clip according to the original, and put it into the small box just now with the postcards.

After doing this, Miss 〇 lay on her back on the bed and quietly looked at the ceiling.

"Alas!" Miss 〇 sighed lightly.

Why is your talent so high, but your emotional intelligence so low?

Sure enough, God is fair, although he gave you talent, he forgot to give you emotional intelligence, alas.

This is probably "no one is perfect".

〇 Miss sighed in her heart.

After sighing, Miss 〇 got up and continued to pack up her things.

Finally, everything was cleaned up, Miss 〇 stretched, yawned, and then lay down on the bed, reached out to turn off the lamp, and fell asleep.

Sure enough, as the barefoot boy expected, Miss 〇 tonight was not only able to sleep, but also slept very sweetly.

It's just that the barefoot boy is not so lucky, how can he sleep peacefully with the embodiment of sensuality and melancholy?