Total Conceit: Begins To Carry The Confucian Students Through Everyday Life

Inside a quaint café around the corner.

The two men sitting opposite each other didn't look like they were dating.

Of course, it is unlikely that there will be....

Lihua leaned back on the soft sofa, his hand tapping on the edge of the dark tabletop, wandering the world, waiting for the man opposite to answer.

And the man opposite him was slightly lowering his head, his hands crossed to support his chin, and his eyes were gloomy with a kind face.

After a long time, he raised his head, his face full of exhaustion and doubt:

"It's not that I don't want to believe you, but Lihua you should also know."

Memory is deep in the human mind, and I admit that memory may disappear due to external forces and other means, but how can it just disappear the memory of someone or something, as you said?

Lihua did not speak, but gently squeezed the spoon and slowly stirred the coffee in the cup.

After a long while, he spoke softly:

"Under the snow, do you remember how we met?"

"In the third year of junior high school, I met you in the alleyway for the second year of junior high school who was being bullied, and out of senseless kindness, I rushed up." Yukinoshita said without hesitation, and in order to prove what he said, he deliberately pulled up his sleeve:

"I still have the wound on my hand when I was beaten with you at that time."

On the not-so-strong arm, hideous old wounds snaked into the sleeve.

"What a shame." Lihua complained.

"I just don't want to be said by you guy." A look of embarrassment appeared on his face, and then he looked away unpleasantly:

"And then, what do you want to say?"

Lihua did not speak, just looked at the gloomy sky outside the window, and finally sighed.

"I just... Tired..." "Tired

?" Looking at Lihua's full face, he glanced at the thick dark circles on his face reflected in the window next to him.

"Spare me..." Lying on the table holding his head, he wanted to cry without tears under the snow.

Outside the window, a drop of rain slipped from the sky.

Finally, the drizzle continued.

He took off his rain-stained coat and hung it on a hanger.

"I'm back,"

Lihua said.

But the once calm welcome did not appear.

Greet him.

Only dead silent rooms.

On the shoe cabinet at the entrance, a picture frame is quietly placed.

It was a lively park, and the white-haired girl stood quietly next to the smiling middle-aged uncle, quietly gazing at the dull Lihua outside the picture frame.

Gently pick up the frame and caress the isolated glass, just like yourself standing outside the sterile room on that sudden night.

'Dad. Huh

——! From the throat came the sound of inhaling.

Lihua covered his chest, his heart like a knife.

Gently placing the picture frame on the table in the living room, Lihua walked into the bathroom, the cold water was lifted by the hand, and the hazy memories were sober.

Water droplets dripped down the tip of the nose, making ripples in the pool.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Lihua's eyes gradually became empty.

I'll give your daughter a different heart, and as opposed to that, you need to be my person." The

man whose face could not be seen stood on the side of the street and spoke softly.

There were countless people walking in front of him, but the voice was still clear.

'Spend more time with that kid these days.' The doctor in his white coat threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and said to Lihua, who was sitting on a bench.

Icy notices, roaring chainsaws, girls lying by the window waiting for someone, with the last tranquility of an electrocardiogram.

Two different memories were frantically intertwined in the mind, trying to bite viciously on each other.

The bruises on his forehead kept jumping, and the suffocating headache hit his mind one after another.

"No..."

the crunch of teeth clenched kept ringing, and Lihua raised his head and looked at his bloodshot eyes in the mirror:

"Play... Must still be alive....

Just find that person..." The

smooth mirror shattered in the crisp sound.

Then, the heavy sound of closing the door sounded....

......

The azure water runs down your fingertips.

Finally, ripples were set off on the calm sea.

Overhead, there is a sky scattered with white clouds.

Beneath you, there is a sea of fish.

"Spirit world..." Sitting cross-legged on the ocean, Ba Bai let out a long breath, shook his head with a wry smile:

"No matter how many times you see it, it's hard to believe that this is just a spiritual world that you constructed in a bead."

"Spirit is the most mysterious force in the world." The long black hair was pulled by the blowing sea breeze, looking at the pattern of the sleeves on his arm, 'Future' lowered his eyes:

"However, unlike the pure destructive power and unparalleled resilience of your flesh, the power of the spirit is a public color, so you don't have to envy it."

"Public..." Looking at the ocean in front of him, Ba Bai lowered his head, raised his right hand, and extended his index finger.

Then his eyes snapped.

Moment!

A small splash creates a perfect arc!

"...," he glanced down at the splash on the crotch of his pants, and then looked up at the 'future' beside him, and stretched out his middle finger in a breathy manner:

"Not as much as Lao Tzu launched when he was a jet fighter."

Opening his mouth, 'Future' blinked blankly.

......

"Yumiko! I like you! "

The gentle wind blew through the golden yellow of the field, and also raised the

girls standing on the path between the fields, shouting hoarsely at the distant departing backs.

The wind, blowing through the warm cheeks, also took away that sparkle.

On the stairs of the same platform in the distance, Yumiko turned around and looked at the girl who had given her summer, with a relieved smile on her face.

Long hair dancing messily in the wind.

Raise your hand and press the straw hat on top of your head.

The girl also showed a relieved smile.

This undeserved affection is like a thorny yoke that binds the summer of the two.

Perhaps countless years later, when I face my child, I can show a nostalgic reminiscence on my face.

But at this moment, all that is left is the pain of letting go and the release of youth buried deep in the heart....

"Duh!"

The man's voice suddenly sounded in the beautiful scene.

And as the voice sounded, the two girls who looked at each other across the field also instantly relaxed their shoulders.

With a long sigh of relief, Ichika tapped her shoulder, then raised her head and waved at the girl opposite:

"Mai!"

Smiled and nodded, Mai Sakurajima walked over to Ichika's side:

"Very good."

"Hey, hey." Grinning the most cheerful smile, Ichika took off the wig on the top of her head, looked at Mai Sakurajima in front of her seriously, and then bent down deeply:

"I really thank you during this time."

"All said and no thanks." Shaking his head, Sakurajima turned around and looked at the staff who walked towards the two of them:

"I said, it was just a sudden whim, that's why I brought you into this crew, there is no need to thank you all the time."