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At six o'clock in the afternoon, she trudged back to her rented apartment.Throwing down her bag, she took out a can of beer from the refrigerator and opened it. After gulping down a few gulps, she went to the bathroom.

In the afternoon, she had no choice but to make two extra bowls of ramen for the boy, breaking the usual portion in the store, but she never thought that the other party left a word that made her heart beat like thunder when he was about to leave.

"Chun said that he is very worried about you. If you have a chance, please stop avoiding him."

Asaba Yuta is not Asaba Yuki, and she has known his tenderness since she was five years old.She should have thought of it earlier.After Tachibana Chizuru and Tsukahara knocked on the wrong door last night, when the topic was talking about the past, that thoughtful young man would think of all the ins and outs of the matter.

She came to Japan with her father when she was five years old and was sent to the kindergarten closest to her home.Her companion and best friend Haru Matsuoka was her first neighbor during her time in Japan, so they knew each other well.

Her friend has three companions of the same gender as him, who are in the same class as her.So except for Ju Qianhe, the familiar faces she met yesterday were all familiar faces she had known since she was a child.

When she was five years old, she received a notice from her father to move when she graduated from kindergarten. When she came to Japan, she had no friends and just left the environment where she had lived for a year in silence while the eyes of the boy next door were red from crying.

Some people say that the separation is not long-lasting, so when she was in the first grade of elementary school, she saw those four familiar faces again.It is said to be familiar, but the only one who can really talk is the shy Chun.

Born in China, she was not very good at Japanese when she was a child. Her language deficiency was quickly forgotten by everyone in kindergarten.But fortunately, she is not the one who walks alone, it should be one of the twins in the same class, Yuki Asaba is also alone.

Sitting quietly on the swing, quietly flipping through the picture album in his hand.After a long time, she got used to the existence of the boy by her side.

Japanese schools change classes every semester, and she is no exception.But no matter how many adjustments she had made, she was still in the same class as the boy with the chestnut hair.

It's been like this from kindergarten to middle school.

Due to her personality, few people in the class could remember her immediately, even among the foursome who graduated from a school, only Chun, who was once a neighbor, remembered her.

Yes, she has been standing at the back all this time looking at the figures of these four teenagers, but she has never stepped forward to say a word.

After graduating from junior high school, she didn't go to school again, because her grades were so bad that she didn't want to waste money anymore.After giving up her studies, she was arranged by her father to work in the same factory as the other party. At the age of 15, she became the focus of attention there.

Not long after working, her father’s friend who had been taking care of her lost her legs because of the aging seat belt and fell off the scaffolding. She remembered that while trembling, the uncle had a pale face, stroked his head and said words of comfort to her.

Since then, she suffered from acrophobia and was transferred to another workshop, and when she celebrated her 16th birthday and welcomed the New Year with anxiety, her father was sent to the hospital.Then when the New Year's bell rang, she received a notice of her father's death.

Unknown...unable to be born...

When her father's family came from China, what greeted her was the racial discrimination left over from the war.

Her mother, who has been living in Japan, shed tears all day long and could not give her a sense of security. In the end, when the two families quarreled over the compensation, she ran away from home.

In the snowy day, she sat alone on the swing in the park in a daze, until her head was hit by a snowball and her face was covered with blood.

"Ah, Yuxi, did you really add stones to the snowball, you bastard!!!" Tsukahara, who was dodging the attack in a panic, yelled at the stunned boy after seeing the blood on her face.

"I know you can hide, but I don't know there are people behind you..."

This was the first sentence that came to her mind in a daze.The young man's face was paler than that of the injured her, and he apologized to her with trembling hands and feet accompanied by his companions.

Wiping her forehead with her gloves indifferently, she opened her mouth and gave the boy a thumbs up.

"It doesn't matter, my recovery ability is as good as that of the second rabbit in the night rabbit planet, and this little injury is nothing to worry about."

"..."

"..."

This is Yao and Yuta-san looking at her distorted expression, as for the culprit who hurt her...

"Since you said that, I'm relieved. I'm still thinking that if you want to lose your memory like Dead Fisheye, I should dismember you from that part..."

This time the silence became three people.

Just when Asaba Yuta, the elder brother, kept the last remaining conscience and wanted to check her injury, the boy behind him called out and made the four people present have a new movement again.

"Xiao Xinzi!!! What are you doing here when everyone is arguing about the funeral!!!"

"Ah~~~ This is the first time I've seen Haru so angry~~~" This is Yuta Asaba who is gloating.

"Upstairs plus 1" This is Yuta Asaba, who has been unwavering in controlling his younger brother for 100 years.

"Add 1 to the same." This was Kaname Tsukahara, who calmly watched her prepare to run while holding his eyes.

"..."

Seeing that she was unsuccessful in escaping, she pinched her thigh fiercely in front of the three teenagers, then turned around and looked at the angrily red-haired boy who had walked in front of her with tears in her eyes.

"Chun~~~ I was hit in the head with a stone by these guys, and I bled a lot~~~"

"Huh?" Haru Matsuoka, who was too late to get angry, looked at the three silent friends behind her in surprise.

"Ah~~~ My head is so dizzy, and my head hurts~~~Brother Chun, will I...will I just die like this, woo woo woo..."

Weeping and leaning against the boy's arms weakly, she spoke to the anxious boy in a weak voice.

"How did this happen? Xiao Xinzi, why did you die? Don't do it, obviously uncle's funeral is not over yet~~~" Matsuoka Haru, who was in a hurry, also cried with her.

"Give me a little bit of moderation, just now who said that my recovery ability is comparable to Xiaoqiang, so don't worry!!!" The irritable Tsukahara couldn't bear it, and he slashed on the foreheads of the two with a knife.

"I'm talking about Yetu, not Xiaoqiang, the four-eyed boy~~~" she corrected by shaking her fingers.

"Who cares about you? Who would know the details? Don't you also wear glasses? Why do you call me a jerk!!!"

Silently applauding the other party's Tucao skills, and then under the surprised eyes of a group of people, she hugged the chestnut-haired boy opposite her and let go of her voice, crying.

The three teenagers who didn't know the situation were in a hurry and didn't know what to say to comfort her. Yuki Asaba, who thought she had been hit in the head and was crying in pain, also froze and let her hold her, and kept apologizing.

In the end, only Matsuoka Haru, who followed her family to the funeral and knew everything, stroked her head without saying a word.

In the end, she opened her eyes during a family quarrel, and she fell asleep crying for some reason. According to the happy cousin who saw the cartoon holding her at the funeral, she was sent back by a group of teenagers. .

Touching the gauze on her head, she raised the corners of her mouth where no one noticed.

——Fortunately, that group of people didn't really regard her as the rabbit in the second grade, and carefully bandaged her wound.

When she woke up from the dream, it took her a while to get up from the bathtub.It should be because she dreamed about the past, so she couldn't figure out where she was for a while.

The water in the bathtub had already become icy cold, so she shivered, dried her body and trotted all the way back to the bedroom, then nestled under the quilt and did not move.

She was too lazy to put on the pajamas that were placed beside the pillow, since she was the only one in the room anyway, so she was really sleepy... don't worry about it at all.

A light suddenly came on on the balcony on one side. After squinting her eyes for a long time, she realized that someone next door had turned on the light in the bedroom, but the curtains were not drawn and the light was cast on her side.

She held her breath and waited for a long time, and after making sure there was no other movement, she put on her glasses, took out a small white bottle from the drawer in the dark, poured out the pills inside with her backhand, and swallowed it with the water in the glass on the table .

On the other side, Asaba Yuki, who returned to the bedroom after taking a shower, reached out and picked up the medicine bottle that he had thrown on the table and looked at it carefully.

The name of the drug is a chemical name marked in English, he skipped a line and shifted his gaze to the instructions below as he couldn't understand it.After reading the rows of English letters, he reached out and picked up Yuta's English dictionary on the desk and started to look through it.

Melancholia...

The Japanese commentary for comparison is...Depression...

After closing the dictionary in his hand, he reached out and threw the medicine bottle into the innermost drawer of the desk.

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