Quanzai Cone

Inexplicably, the communication with Zhijun resumed.

Although I don't know what kind of mental journey Zhijun went through before he changed his mind, but in terms of the result, it is undoubtedly very good news.

Life returns to the usual plain and trivial rhythm, and it comes to late December unknowingly.

The cold breath of severe winter has completely ruled the isolated island. There has been no snow recently, but frost flowers are hanging on the road and eaves.After I almost slipped on the ice, I also joined the crowd who were slowly moving in a ball. For a while, the whole island seemed to be occupied by a chubby army. The scene was weird and funny.

Because I had to prepare clothes for lower temperatures, my senior dragged me, who didn't want to leave the warm dormitory, to the grocery store.I shrank my hands and lowered my head, buried half of my face in the scarf, followed behind her and listened to her comment on the down jackets hanging in the store one by one, and responded with "hmm" from time to time.

On Zhijun’s side, the kotatsu was sent when the temperature just dropped. Apart from the standard suits issued by the shelter for winter clothes, I also picked up a few warm and cold-proof ones and sent them over. There is no need to buy anything for the time being.

As a pure companion, I saw my senior pick and choose a whole row of seasonal clothes, and was about to enter the out-of-season processing area, so I couldn't help but sound a reminder.The somewhat disappointed senior looked back, sighed and turned back, and looked at the down jackets of poor style again. I smiled helplessly, and continued to move forward instead of following immediately.

Most of the processing area is autumn long sleeves that are too thin compared to the temperature. I walked over and walked over, brushing fabrics of different colors with my fingertips, and stopped on the last piece of clothing against the wall.

It was a beautiful pinstriped linen kimono in slate gray that was only suitable for summer.

I was stunned suddenly, took off this unsuitable kimono, and stared at it for a long time.

The senior finished choosing the down jacket and came to me with the bag. I didn't bother to talk to her, so I raised my voice and called the shop owner: "Please help me pack this—"

Before the long-awaited new meeting started, I got the exact news that "Umbrella company personnel left the island".

"Congratulations." I, who was about to go out to the meeting room at that time, responded calmly to the senior who shared the information with me, with a very peaceful mind.

It's not that they can sit back and relax after they left, but there's no need to worry about it for the time being, and worrying about it all the time will make me restless and waste my energy for nothing.

Live the present moment is the most important thing.With such an idea in mind, I pulled out the chair in the meeting room and sat down firmly.

Zhijun arrived a few minutes later than me, and took his old seat directly opposite me.

As usual, I was the one who started the topic, and I didn't stick to the content or order, and chatted as I wanted; Zhijun said little, but he always answered the conversation just right, so that I didn't feel left out.

"Ah, have you finished the anthology of Osamu Dazai before?" I asked as if I remembered it by accident.

At the mention of this name, Zhijun nodded with his usual subtle emotion.

As if he was just trying to prove that he had indeed finished reading the anthology, his iris-colored eyes drooped slightly, bending a gentle arc, and said the sentence in the book to me with a smile: "'I thought I would die this winter, But recently I got a set of slate-gray pinstriped hemp kimonos, which are suitable for summer, so I’d better live until summer.”

——Even though I never mentioned that out-of-season kimono, he really understood my intention.

Listening to his voice, tears welled up in my eyes unconsciously, and I started crying almost as soon as the words fell.

Tears rolled down the back of my hands one after another along the hot cheeks, and the hands that were originally closed on the knees couldn't help but clenched tightly, locking the fiery drops of water in the palms.Tears spread along the palm lines, as if to soak fate together.

Zhijun's sigh came through the glass.

"Miss has been crying in front of me lately." His whisper was mixed with the sound of the chair moving, and it was not very clear.

I watched with tears in my eyes. He stood up and leaned over to press his hand to the glass.

The fingertips of that hand touched the transparent barrier, following the traces of my tears, and slowly stopped at the position of my eye sockets.After a pause for a few seconds, his face came closer, his forehead resting on the glass wall, his eyes fixed on me who was sobbing, and he smiled and moved his fingertips.

The struck glass echoed crisply.

I was stunned, tilted my head in confusion, stopped crying, and stretched out my hand to press the place where he hit.

"This layer of glass really gets in the way," Zhijun complained in a drawn-out tone, "it makes it impossible for me to wipe my tears away."

"Eh?" I was taken aback as I didn't expect to get such a response.

Of course Zhijun is a very talkative person, but probably because he knows me, he is easy to be serious. He basically didn't say compliments to me, but he was a little cold - this kind of subtle intention moved me even more.However, even if you have confessed your love hotly and worked so hard for so long, it is human nature to want to have a gentle attitude, but I need to understand one thing first.

He who had clearly rejected me before said this now, did he change his mind and intend to agree to me?

I didn't care to cry anymore, I stood up "shua", and asked: "Zhijun—"

However, the deadpan watcher interrupted me.

"The meeting time is over, please leave."

I didn't even have time to finish my sentence, so I could only watch pitifully as Zhijun let go of the glass, made a slight "shh" gesture, and followed the watchman away.