Quanzai Cone

I lost my memory for a year, and with a completely fictitious fake certificate and a fragile and sick body with the same name and background, I fled my hometown of Yokohama and started wandering around.

Since the subconscious mind knew that the result was calculated by itself in advance, it did not panic.It's just that in the dead of night, I can't help but think of the admission letter I don't know if I got it, and the parents who forgot how they passed away.

The certainty that I have done my revenge, allowed me to regroup and devote myself to my daily life even though I was grieving.However, even though I still have a keen sense of human emotions, my life has become quite hard. I traveled to many places in succession before finally settling down in a relatively remote town.

When I left my hometown, I ran out of funds, and work became the top priority. However, my unrecognizable identity and my weak body caused great obstacles to applying for a job.In the end, I entered a small, informal business as a clerk.

The year that followed was one of rare stability.I have recuperated for the time being, and I no longer get sick all the time. In terms of interpersonal communication, I have also become friends with a few colleagues who can go shopping and outing together... Just thinking that I would take root here until I grow old, a sudden accident completely broke me. Mess up the daily life——

For a while, the boss who disappeared left the company and ran away.

It is said that he owed a huge amount of usury and couldn't repay it. He was afraid of the murderer, so he simply took all the company's funds and ran away overnight.

When the news broke out, it was Monday morning, the normal working day. Everyone had just returned to their workstations one after another lazily. The head was sweating profusely, his face was pale, and he threw open the door, and shouted sadly in a posture of throwing his body to the ground: "The boss has escaped! The xx team is here to search for people!"

When I was making oatmeal in the tea room, my hands shook when he called me, and I almost knocked over the cup. I didn't hear clearly what the "xx group" was.

It was as if a big stone smashed into the waterfowl on the lake surface, causing high noise and a bunch of panicked figures.The company immediately exploded, and the colleagues panicked. Those who packed things, called people, and called the police were chaotic and crowded.

I hid in the tea room and insisted on finishing the oatmeal, chewed and swallowed it slowly, and rinsed the cup before returning to my seat.

I ran halfway, and the colleague at the next station weakly grabbed my arm: "Why are you so calm? Is there a way?"

I packed up my things and shook my head: "It's useless to panic. We don't owe the money, so the other party shouldn't have done too much."

The local forces have been entrenched in the city for many years, and it would be easier to attract attention by running away now, so it is better to wait and see what happens.

I huddled in the corner without any sense of presence, watching the gangsters rush into the company and search around.After questioning the remaining employees one by one, they left with nothing, and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Originally, this matter should stop here, I just need to change jobs, but unfortunately, within two weeks, a colleague who knew the whereabouts of the boss and perhaps participated in the absconding with the money was found out and escaped smoothly .The disgraced boss suddenly became furious, suspected that there were accomplices among the remaining employees, and began to send thugs to force and harass the resigned people.

At the turn of winter and spring, I was suffering from routine physical discomfort. After being affected by innocence, I couldn't rest at all, and I fell seriously ill directly.

Those people kept coming to my door to harass me as if I owed a debt. I was exhausted and had no choice but to change rents one after another, and several new jobs I tried to apply for were also disrupted.

Blind spending quickly put my financial situation into distress, and the landlord I finally found who was willing to take me in was harassed again and told me that I had to move out in three days... A series of events forced me to have an emotional breakdown for a moment, and I couldn't control it Climb up to the roof of the rental house.

The coming spring has covered the small city with a layer of green gauze, which cannot be seen clearly in the night, only the lingering chill of winter permeates the whole body.Unlike the metropolis of Yokohama, people in the city rest early. When I stood up, there were only a few sporadic areas of light left. The cold wind whizzed through the darkness, messing up my hair and clothes.

Of course I won't dance.

Although I lost a piece of memory, the remaining emotions still remind me that I have stood on the edge of the cliff countless times, and I still choose to survive... just because love is not something outside of me - this kind of love that will not go to the other side with my parents. The love that is as deep as the sea of ​​Yokohama is still running in my blood.

Only when I understand this point can I stop before death again and again, and turn back to embrace life with tears in my eyes.

However, even with the confidence that he would never jump down, he didn't have the courage to go downstairs because of the pain. He just sat on the top of the building and stared down until the wind hurt his cheeks.

It was under these circumstances that the phone at the shelter rang.

In addition to applying for jobs in the city, I also submitted my resume online, and I chose the shelter because the job description said: "Counselor is a job to help others."

"I want to become a doctor on an outlying island, and help others like my parents!" ——I promised so swearingly when I was young, and until now, I still have the same delusion.

Frozen hands frantically took out the phone, and I held it close to my ear.

The recruitment supervisor at the other end said in a gentle voice: "Miss Gan, you have the talent to enlighten others. You are welcome to join us!"

I completely forgot how I responded. I only remember that my whole body was numb from sitting for too long. After hanging up the phone, I clenched my phone tightly and rolled down the edge of the roof with no strength, and returned to the roof.

The night was still so cold, I fell to the ground, leaned against the ice-like low wall for a while, covered my mouth and cried, crying with tears in my hands, and almost half-crawled and half-falled back to the rented apartment .

The next day, I packed my luggage and thought I was going to start a new life. I left the small town by boat and headed across the sea to an isolated island.

However, after landing on the island, I was greatly disappointed by the so-called shelters "dedicated to the recuperation and healing of special people".Compared with the warm and professional sanatorium as imagined, this place is more like a perfunctory and disguised prison. Even the staff counselors are trapped on the island as if they are under house arrest.

I have been depressed for a long time with a bad mentality, but fortunately I met a hearty and strong senior.

Looking back now, life on the island is far better than I initially pessimistically judged.There are seniors who take good care of me, a warm and honest grocery store uncle, and a kind and considerate farm mother... Park benches are the most suitable for viewing flowers. You can find all kinds of surprises along the dense forest trails, and you can embrace the blue sea when you walk on the beach— —

The spring light followed March and stopped on the treetops in front of the window, bursting out clusters of beautiful flowers, blending with the evening clouds.

I finally sorted out the awakened memories. Even though the recovery synchronization of "mind reading" brought a high fever, I couldn't help but want to smile.

The light illusion caused by the fever further contributed to this joy. I ignored the noisy personalities in my mind and remembered the questions I had many years ago.

Are there really many good people in the world?

I still can't say for sure, but—

The continuous spring rain falls on the isolated island and moistens my window.The wind blows the gauze curtain and blows towards the knocked door.

I walked over in a daze, opened the door, and saw a young man dressed as a watchman take off his hat, revealing the face I had missed for a long time.

In the twilight, his eyes are like red wine that has been cellared for many years, just looking at it makes me drunk.I took the initiative to reach out and hold him, a soft smile melted on my cheeks.

— “Don’t be afraid to approach people.”