Quanzai Cone

【Zhijun, have you finished reading the two books you sent?I also borrowed them from the library later, they are really serious literature, they look a bit heavy. 】

[Really, what do you think? 】

[I like "No Place in the World" better - I also find it unbelievable, obviously I cried for a long time after watching it... Ye Zang is really a gentle and good boy. 】

[I think Oba Yozo and the author are quite annoying. 】

Zhijun was standing in front of the window.

The autumn light is brilliant, and the room under the surveillance camera is overexposed, which melts the silhouette of him holding the book, leaving a faint shadow.

I raised my head in the grass, and the cool breeze greeted me, and a hundred meters away was the same sea that Zhijun was watching.The sound of the tide rises and falls with the waves, interspersed with the long cries of seagulls.

The scenery is lonely and magnificent, I stayed there for a long time unknowingly, and when I came to my senses, Zhijun had already left the window and lay down on the bed.

He closed his eyes, wondering if he fell asleep.

I turned off the screen, pulled myself together, and continued to look for targets in the grass with my head down.

Clover... Clover... Clover... Ah!

"Clover!" I grabbed the stem of the four-leaf clover and carefully put it into the glass bottle.

The small palm-sized bottle is almost full. In addition to the four-leaf clover and the five-leaf clover, facing the sun, I turn it around, admiring the vivid green color in the bottle, and nodding with satisfaction.

Collecting the four-leaf clover representing "luck" is a proposal given by the seniors.I racked my brain every day to find something to talk about with Zhikun, and a gift to give him, but when I heard senior talk about it, I immediately set off.

"Really, you care too much about that guy!" The senior who watched me rush out of the dormitory sighed, and turned on the [sabot] muttering, "What are you doing now..."

——Isn’t that saying I have no position at all?

After stuffing the glass bottle, I stood up contentedly and took out my phone.

【Zhijun, I found a four-leaf clover in the park! ps: There are actually five leaves =w=

I hope that "luck" can also be given to you! 】

send.

[Miss believes this. 】

If there's anything to be said for this week's relentless SMS bombardment... Zhijun will finally reply to my message.Although topics like "good morning" and "good night" can only get one ".".

[Rather than "believe", it might be better to say "hope".Because life is easier with lots and lots of tiny hopes of getting better—that's how I feel. 】

Zhijun stopped replying to letters, and the surveillance showed that he was in a daze with his chin resting on his hands, so I put away my phone.

The glass bottle filled with four-leaf clover was safely delivered to Zhijun, and he put it on the windowsill.

I originally thought that Zhijun didn't like this kind of gadget. After all, he didn't take care of the bottle after receiving it. However, when I entered the surveillance four days later, I accidentally found him staring at the glass bottle.

The dormitory of the inmates was dimly lit on a cloudy day, and the small bottle was placed in the lower left corner of the surveillance camera. The four-leaf clover inside had withered and rotted, and a cloud of dust swelled out, like a dark cloud floating under the gloomy sky.

Zhijun stared at the decayed four-leaf clover bottle for a long time, showing no emotion on the surface.But the dark cloud in the bottle seemed to come to my chest, making me suddenly heavy.

[Zhijun, I want to apply for a "meeting". 】

When I sent a message, I saw Zhijun slowly take out his mobile phone from his pocket and type with one hand.

"Ding Dong" sound.

【Um. 】

The "meeting", which is only once a week and lasts no longer than 10 minutes, started with the joint will of Zhijun and I.

I sat down across from Zhijun across the glass wall that divided the room, and was suddenly at a loss for words.

Enough has been said in the daily greeting text messages, it is time to talk about more serious and interesting topics, such as the bottle of clover that Zhijun just threw away.

But reason reminds me that speaking directly will only immediately expose the fact that I am monitoring Zhijun in real time.

How can we talk about this in a tactful and calm manner?I, who has never been good at eloquence, fell into confusion.

I tentatively chatted from the picture book of "Alice in Wonderland" to the seagull that stopped in front of Zhijun's window and was scared away one day. I felt that the preparation was almost done, and I was going to "inadvertently" mention the bottle of four-leaf clover——

"All valuable things that human beings yearn for are destined to be lost one day from the moment they are obtained." Zhijun said suddenly, and his unfocused eyes fell on me, "Miss, do you understand? There is no 'eternal'."

I also stared at him, and immediately realized that he was alluding to those four-leaf clover.

No, there are all kinds of tangible and intangible things other than the four-leaf clover.

Zhijun's way of thinking is really different from mine, like a great philosopher...I'm always one-sided, and I probably won't be able to find the answer to Zhijun's research in my life.

but.

I sat up straight and responded seriously: "But, if I only live to be 70 years old, then what can last for 50 years is my 'eternity'."

- I have my answer.