The stone chair was cold and stiff and hiccupping, and it was uncomfortable to sit on. Al leaned slightly against the stone wall behind him, it was pitch black in front of him, because he had not slept all night, his mind was still chaotic, like a rusty machine that "creaked", protesting against his overwhelm, and occasionally taking a nap and being lazy for a while.

Due to the fact that there are many dark elves in the venue, it is not convenient for the nightingale to take out the fireflies for lighting, otherwise it will be too conspicuous. Therefore, Al was really black-eyed at this time, and he couldn't see anything clearly, and could only vaguely see some shadowy shadows around him.

The voices in my ears came and went, but it was very lively, and I only heard the nightingale constantly greeting her, and the names of "spotted finches, needle bees, golden chrysanthemums, withered leaf vines...... and so on" were endless. Al suddenly felt as if he had returned to the botanical and botanical gardens on Earth, which reminded him a little of the shattered, bubble-like past.

"When was the last time you went to the zoo? 5th grade or 4th grade? I can't remember. ", he thought a little stupidly.

The young and energetic voice of the girl in her ears was full of enthusiasm, mixed with greetings such as "long time no see...... and gossip such as "what happened to a certain tribe in a certain year, month, and time", which made the whole scene more lively and even a little noisy.

"Is it true that no matter what world it is, no matter what time and space it is, it will not change, is the truth of the universe much more stable than any atom, neutron, or molecule. ", Al thought with some amusement.

Although the language is different, the same crisp and pleasant chirp still reminds him of the green years of his college days, which was the time when he had the most contact with women in his life, the same youth and beauty, the same enthusiasm and liveliness, after leaving that world for many years, Al's heart was full of vague, hazy, and inexplicable beauty, as for a little dirty and dark, his slightly bleak and bitter time had long been selectively forgotten by him.

Time is the most ruthless and powerful grinding disc, no matter how strong the memories will always crush you, and in the end what is left is just a little bit of corners and corners, but since it will always be forgotten, it is better to leave the rare and precious beauty.

The rest, ground up, ground up.

"Let me think about it. How many girls were there in the class at that time?fifteen?or sixteen??What are the names?", Al racked his brains to think, and finally could only helplessly find that those names that seemed to be ready to be called out and vague faces like those depicted in a draft were like flowers in the mirror, no matter how he salvaged them, all he got was a pool of clear water, which he couldn't keep or hold.

It's the goddess who I've had a crush on for two years, and it's also my first love, and I don't remember the voice, smile, name and birthday that I thought I would never forget for the rest of my life.

"Al, Al!", Al was shaken violently, and when he came back to his senses, he heard the nightingale beside him complain to him, "What do you think? Why have you been called for so long and there has been no movement?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Al shook his head, shaking out all the thoughts in his head, and he smiled apologetically, "Maybe I'm a little tired, I'm ...... It's kind of a reminder of the past......"

"What happened in the past?", Nightingale looked at him and patted Al on the shoulder as if he had suddenly realized, "Homesick, right? After being away for so long, homesickness is natural, and when I left the clan before, I was also homesick, and sometimes I couldn't sleep all night. ”

Saying that, she said a little shyly: "At that time, I was afraid of pandan grass, so I could only secretly shed tears alone......

Al was a little stunned, he didn't expect the nightingale to tell him about such a bad thing, with her arrogant temper, this kind of thing would not be said in her stomach. Then he reacted, and the nightingale comforted him.

A warm current flowed through his body, and Al felt that even the cold and wet air had become warm.

"Thank you, Nightingale, and pandan grass, it's nice to have you around. ", Al said with heartfelt gratitude.

Nightingale was stunned for a moment, unable to see her expression clearly in the night, but after a long time, she punched Al again, and the force was unprecedentedly powerful, almost breaking Al with a punch.

"When did you become so numb? It's disgusting. The nightingale said in a calm tone, but the voice, why did it tremble slightly?

Al bared his teeth in pain, "This tsundere little girl, just say it when you are moved." ", he thought with some smugness.

"That's a good thing I just said. ”

"Is it just homesickness? Maybe. This is not just today's discovery, but a day after day of repeated confirmation, Al has long discovered: he has become more and more attached to the "home" of this world, and for the "home" on the earth, the memory has long been worn away to the point of only a star and a half.

Just like the water in an ink painting, the faint red color is blurred with a brush that contains water, leaving only a diffuse crimson color and a vague and bland charm.

Al was terrified, afraid that even the faintest and most pale color would no longer be visible after being repeatedly smeared or covered with other heavy colors. Just remember: Oh, it turns out that there is a peach blossom painted here.

However, the peach blossoms are no more, and as the years go by and the experience increases, Al becomes more and more frightened that the color has become lighter and lighter, and no matter how he recalls, he is a little powerless.

If precious materials such as photographs and images are paintbrushes, and the nagging memories of relatives and friends are paints, then he has neither brush nor ink nor paint, and he is the holy hand in the painting, and he can only cry out in vain.

"Even in the dream, the scene of the past may be long gone. ”

"Now, the assembly begins. Suddenly, a high-pitched female voice sounded, pulling him back to reality. Al reluctantly noticed that it seemed that because of the lack of rest, he was wandering a little too much today.

"The convention has begun. Al patted his face and cheered himself up. "Today is a crucial day, and we must not afford to make mistakes. ”

Nightingale and pandan sat beside him, and not far away sat the matriarch who had been taking care of her, as well as the dark elf elders who had helped her.

They are all the realities that they can have now, and the friendship between them is the precious feeling that Al cherishes and cherishes the most.

Al hopes that when he recalls it in the future, this relationship will be sweet, warm, and touching, without a little bitterness and pain.

It was the smell of tears, the least favorite and most hated smell of Al.

The people are gone, the living are like Si, the memories of the past have slowly blurred, and he hopes to leave the most brilliant colors for the present.