Quanzai Cone

But this meeting was completely different from what I expected.

I didn't expect that Zhijun would suddenly be extremely moved and tears would fill his eyes... At least, it would be nice if he could get along more familiarly and naturally in the future.Now I always feel that I am approaching him with enthusiasm, will Zhijun be a little impatient?Because they can't actually meet each other, their perception has failed, and relying on monitoring alone can only pile up anxiety.

Zhijun seems to be in a daze for a long time every day, in case something unexpected happened when I failed to pay attention to it-I wanted to say to him several times, "at least say goodbye to me", but I was afraid of being too frustrated and pushed Zhijun After making a choice, I finally deleted it word by word.

— Please live on.

A sentence that can be finished in two seconds, but I dare not convey it due to lack of confidence and stance... It's really bad.

Even though so many thoughts passed through, in fact, it only passed for a moment.Zhijun still stared at me quietly, even through the thick glass, his eyes were still sharp enough to sting.

"Miss, why aren't you tired yet?" His tone was even a little lazy, which made his supposedly gentle voice appear too frivolous and cold, "You can't get anything from me...it will only disappoint you."

How did it become like this?

Mingming came to the meeting room full of joy, wondering if Zhijun would be happier; in order to avoid suspicion, he did not make agates into bracelets or other accessories that need to be worn close to the body, worrying that Zhijun would not be able to place them, even the "four-leaf clover can be hung on [sabot 】Suggestions on "up" are also ready...

But as soon as we met, all topics were blocked by Zhijun's cold face.

It seemed that a large part of the plot was skipped suddenly, and I sat blankly in my position, completely unable to follow his train of thought.

"Tired?" I tried to answer, "It's never a trouble to share your daily life with Zhijun? I am very happy every time I send a message, and the time waiting for the reply is not boring at all... The gifts don't take much effort. I have a big In my spare time, I just do manual work—”

"Miss, do you understand what I'm referring to?" Zhijun interrupted me mercilessly.

I was at a loss for words when I was forced to ask.

……I understand.

It's not the so-called daily text messages, it's not the novelty gifts collected from the whole island - what I've been tirelessly insisting on is to keep Zhijun alive.

Trying to keep him alive, regardless of his wishes.

Zhijun stared at me: "Miss, I don't need a counselor, don't give me any more gifts."

Pulling out the chair, he got up to leave.I had an intuition that the meeting couldn't just end like this, and almost without thinking, I blurted out and shouted: "But——I like Zhijun!"

Standing Zhijun looked down at me condescendingly, and asked with a smile, "Because of the face?"

I then stood up, supported the long table, and took a breath to calm my thoughts.

"It's not just about looks, it's also about good personality and handling of things..." I firmly said, "Zhijun deserves to be liked, why is it that I am among them?"

Zhijun probably has never seen such a stubborn guy like me, he was silent for a moment, and then suppressed his smile.

"Miss Gan."

It was the first time he called me by my first name, even with only one last name.

"You don't know what kind of person I am, and you don't know anything about my past—don't say 'like' lightly." This advice is almost as gentle as a sigh.

This is the only point I can't refute, even if I still want to argue, but Zhijun has already turned and walked to the door, not intending to continue listening.Frustrated, I bit my lip against the glass, and caught a glimpse of something—it was the pendant.

The fiery red agate pendant is hooked into Zhijun's knuckles, perhaps he intends to give it back to me during this meeting... But until the figure disappeared behind the door, the four-leaf clover was still dangling and firmly falling on the in his hand.

I suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, let go of the glass and fell back into the chair.

After this terrible meeting, everything that followed seemed to fall into place.

Zhijun couldn't read my messages again, completely interrupting the communication, but my mentality is very stable, at least he will still read the messages.

Apart from the fixed "good morning" and "good night", I still send a bunch of text messages to Zhijun every day to share interesting daily life.The abandoned garbage dump has become my nearest check-in place. I often stay here for an afternoon, looking for forgotten surprises: maybe a stack of composition texts, a sunken music box, a piece of graffiti that lets my imagination fly...

On a cloudy day in early December, I came out of the dump with a bundle of old newspapers. On my way back to the dormitory, I passed the office building of the shelter and found a group of outsiders gathering downstairs.

The captain of the guard and the person in charge of the medical point accompanied them, and they were very respectful towards the group of people.The only black-haired man in a suit stood between the two parties, chatting happily with the Caucasian man in full combat uniform, and stretched out his hand to ask them to go upstairs.

This scene was really weird. I subconsciously slowed down and stared at the group of foreigners who seemed to have come out of a military camp. I saw a uniform pattern printed on the back of their combat uniforms.

Red and white umbrella emblem.

With a bang, the old newspaper dropped from my hand and fell to the ground. Distraught, I squatted down to pick up the scattered papers, and happened to grab a copy of "Yokohama Daily" from two years ago.Typefaces on white paper, the front page headlines, and the major news of the current period are printed.

——"Umbrella's Japanese branch executives are all wiped out, 'Wandering Blade' breaks free from the net and flees! "