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Su Sen guessed that Alan would look for him, so he was not too surprised.

"Are you still used to it?"

"I have nothing more to say about my father."

"In fact, I didn't sleep well last night. I got bored to watch the news in the middle of the night. Those numbers are really shocking."

Su Sen's hand shook slightly.

Allen continued, "I used to think that if something like this happened, I wouldn't have to attend classes, do homework, or take exams." She paused, "But when the day really came, I realized that it was A nightmare that I don’t want to recall. As we speak, there may be people who are hovering on the edge of life and death. They desperately want to live and see the sun of tomorrow. I want to find the truth and give the dead an explanation.”

Su Sen lowered his head and spoke after a while, "What do you want to know?"

"What kind of person is he?"

"Very interested in research, especially after my mother left him."

"What about you?"

"..."

Su Sen wanted to say the phrase "it's okay" stuck in her throat several times, but she didn't.

"When I was young, no one cared about me. I just read books and listened to songs all day long. I couldn't understand the lyrics, and I just hummed to the melody."

Allen took out an mp3 from his pocket, "Want to listen?"

Su Sen turned her head, and Alan gave her another earphone.

The two heard "Break the Cycle" from "Dream Sakura", and put it on "By the Campfire" from "Still Awake"; the sudden appearance of "Lorca" surprised both of them, and the joyful melody was different from the quiet one before. The atmosphere didn't match at all.

Allen said with a smile: "I think of a comment 'Pull up my little skirt, hurry up!' At that time, I almost cried out of laughter."

"Puchi." Su Sen couldn't help laughing.

"Right, you should smile more."

Su Sen froze for a moment, "Probably."

"Are you still listening?"

"No."

Turning to the topic, Allen asked: "Did anything unusual happen before May last year?"

Su Sen thought for a while, "He...has a friend who seems to have a good relationship. He occasionally comes to the house for dinner, but he never came again."

"Do you remember his name?"

"... Cole."

"Oh."

A little boy passed by the table of the two, accidentally fell because he was walking too fast, and got up with his mouth curled up.

Su Sen recalled that he used to like to stay in the park of the community after school for a while, sitting on the same stone bench, watching the children happily playing on the slide, and there were always a few mothers chatting with their schoolbags Gossip and watch whether the child has fallen.

They all look happy, but what about yourself?

Later, when I went upstairs and opened the door, I found that the house was empty again, and I didn't even know who to say "I'm back".What a boring life.

Waiting blankly for the sky to darken a little bit, the surroundings became deserted, and slowly returned home.

Throwing the schoolbag aside, lay down and thought for a while.Go to the kitchen, put on an apron, cook, stir-fry, and finish eating alone.

The laughter and slapstick on the TV had nothing to do with me, the intermittent piano sound came from the house next door, and the basketball court downstairs was occupied by those uncles again.

I received a message before I went to bed. I thought it was from someone, but when I opened it, it was an advertisement.

In the middle of the night, I vaguely heard the sound of the door opening, and the movement disappeared after a while; I got up on time the next day, washed up, bought breakfast at the pastry shop, and then took the bus to school.

"Susan?"

"Oh." The girl came back to her senses.

"Do you remember when you asked me for a name? It was Evan Adams, right?"

"Yes. How is he?"

Su Sen's hand unconsciously clenched into a fist.

Allen hesitated for a moment, but said, "Unfortunately, we didn't see him on the list of survivors."

Su Sen opened his lips slightly, blinked his eyes a few times, lowered his head, and remained silent.

"Hey. Why didn't you go to music class?" A boy stopped himself at the stairway.

"Boring. Don't want to go."

"Hahaha. You are so cold." The way the boy expressed his emotions was sincere and straightforward.

In the dining hall, he sat across the seat without saying hello, "You eat alone at noon? Do you mind chatting with me?"

Although he wanted to ignore him, he was still familiar with the ones who came and went.

"We are in the same examination room, you are on my right, is it convenient for you to give me an answer?"

What he got was a blank stare, "You're just kidding, you're not even kidding."

A boring party organized by the school.Originally, he wanted to find a corner to play with his mobile phone, but he dragged him into a ridiculous dance.

"You still look better in jeans."

"nonsense."

While waiting for a traffic light, his bicycle deliberately blocked the road.

"Why?" asked angrily.

"See you tomorrow," he said.

childish.Looking at his back and thinking.

and also……

You said that your motor nerves are well developed, so why haven't you escaped yet?

The helplessness of the dead, the regret of the living.Next time I should bid farewell, so that at least the impression can be deeper.

The eyes are inexplicably sore.

The two sat together silently until Ann came to Alan.

"Then I'll go first?"

Su Sen nodded.

Allen got up and walked to the office with Ann.

An said: "I'm going to the National Vaccine Research and Development Base in the afternoon. See if I can find any useful information. The people in the lab seem to be going crazy."

Allen didn't answer, and Ann called her name.

"...That's their problem too, shouldn't important data be backed up online?"

"I didn't have time, the fire started a bit inexplicably."

Allen closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, tired.

"What were you thinking just now?" Ann asked.

Allen took a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly.

"I think... there is someone by my side." She looked at the people beside her.

Ann took her hand calmly.