The three-dimensional me is incompatible with the paper people

【Sakura has never felt so excited before!

She seems to be a bird that has left the nest for a long time and is looking forward to returning home, or a fish that jumps out of the water and looks up at the sky and then returns to the sea.

The sky not far away was as clear as a clear blue, and it was vast enough to accommodate everything.

"Sakura! Sakura is back!"

"Sakura is back!"

"Ah! It's so dark!"

"Asshole! Sakura is obviously the prettiest among us! Sakura is even prettier!"

There was a strong pounding sound from the heart, and the roaring sound in the ears kept ringing wildly.

Sakura took one step, two steps, and finally stretched out her legs and ran forward!

"I'm back! Dad! Mom! Sakura is back!"

She saw the fine lines added to the man's eyes, and the hoarfrost hidden in the woman's blue hair.

They surrounded her, and the emotions of joy continued to overflow, like a cup that could never be filled.

"It seems to be a little taller." The man stretched out his hand and gestured at Sakura's height, muttering incessantly, then took out the measuring tape around his waist, and began to compare Sakura's height.

He had a bag slung around his waist, which he carried all the time.Sakura has grown up since she was a child, and almost never saw him take it down.

He always takes a lot out of this old bag.There are candies she likes, apples picked in the forest, and small sparkling light bulbs.And of course, cherry blossoms plucked from the cherry trees.

"You've grown a lot taller, you have to measure it carefully. Look at this face, it's a lot prettier, but it's a lot thinner and doesn't have much flesh. You have to eat something, you must be hungry along the way." The woman stroked her cheek cheek, and pull her into the room.

Walking into the house, I saw the woman hurriedly taking out a lot of food from the kitchen.

She can always conjure up a lot of delicious things without knowing it.In Sakura's memory, she always held her in her arms, pinched her cheeks, watched her eat the dim sum one bite at a time, and would blame her for eating too much, and would get upset if she couldn't eat.

But next time she will still conjure something from the kitchen, and then hold her in her arms and feed her mouthful.

Sakura has never been so consciously aware that she is Sakura.

She is Sakura, their Sakura. 】

Lan Tang turned to the next page and found that it was already the last page.

"finish watching."

Obviously he has finished reading, but Lan Tang is not even willing to close the book, but stares blankly at the last line of words, trying to stare out a line of words with his eyes.

Unfortunately, he failed.

"It's over." He repeated what he had just said.

"Sir, are you okay?" A familiar voice rang in my ear.

Lan Tang raised his head slightly, and saw the shopkeeper standing in front of him holding a cup of steaming tea.

"Have something to drink, warm."

Lan Tang suddenly realized that he didn't feel the slightest cold while reading.

Immerse myself in the text and follow the plot wholeheartedly, as if I am the Sakura in the book, the Sakura who embarked on a journey because of confusion about who she is, and finally understands the meaning of her existence and returns to her hometown.

Sakura is him and everyone.

When he woke up from reading, he found that he was surrounded by warmth.

He took the steaming teacup, "Thank you."

"Do you have any insights?" Qingque asked.

"It's very warm. Even in this bitingly cold winter, I feel a steady stream of warmth. It's like a stove." Lan Tang said.

"If possible, I would like to share my feelings with the author of this book."

Qingque watched the man silently.

After that, she leaned against the front desk, pointed to the mailbox at the door of the bookstore, and said, "Maybe you can post what you want to say here. Of course, this is a secret channel."

Lan Tang blinked, "Secret channel?"

"The publishing house has a good relationship with me, and I can deliver letters for you then."

"Well, thank you very much. Do you have a pen and paper? I want to write now."

"Yes, I'll find it for you."

Qing Que took out the paper and pen from the drawer, and handed them to Lan Tang.

On this little stool, there is a small table, and next to it is a small heater.

Lan Tang fell into deep thought.

What exactly are you going to write?

Qingque didn't disturb him, but brought a small lamp and put it by his hand.

The door of the bookstore is still open.

It's not time for dinner yet, and the old man probably won't come back tonight, so Qing Que plans to clean up the bookstore first, and then find a way to deal with dinner.

Picked up the rag and wiped the front desk.Then organize the bookshelves and return the messy books to their original places.

"Hello, is anyone there?"

Qing Que followed the sound and looked, it was a young man, about sixteen or seventeen years old, looking a little shy.

"Yes, what's the matter?" Qingque asked.

Seeing Qingque, the young man fell into a trance for a while, and then he realized that he hurriedly lowered his head, "I saw the recruitment advertisement at the door, because there was no age limit and no other requirements, so I came to see if I could Cannot apply."

Hearing the boy's explanation, if Qing Que is not a three-dimensional person, the word "wage earner" will definitely appear in his eyes.

"of course can!"

Qing Que put down her work, came to the front desk, and called the young man to come up.

The boy scratched his cheek and came to the front desk.

"Let me introduce myself."

"Okay. My name is Hatta, I'm 19 years old."

19 years old?

Qingque looked at the boy's figure calmly.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like it is sixteen or seventeen years old.

Qingque said: "My work here is very simple. I work eight hours a day, from nine in the morning to five in the evening, and take a two-hour break at noon, including a meal."

"As for salary, you can choose daily or monthly payment if you want."

Hatta was stunned for a while, "Eh? Can I pay the daily salary? Can I ask about the hourly salary?"

"This." Qingque thought for a while, stretched out her hand and compared a number, "How about this?"

Hatta's cheeks immediately filled with a bright smile, "That's great!"

"Very good! Come to work tomorrow!"

"Yes!"

Seeing the young man's happy expression, Qing Que became happier.

Children are such lovely creatures.

"It's convenient to ask, why did Hatta come here to apply for a job?"

Qingque's question made Hatta a little shy.

He habitually scratched his cheeks, shyly said, "Because I have to prepare farewell gifts for the children."

"A farewell gift?"

Hatta nodded fiercely, "Well, tell me, I hope the shopkeeper doesn't mind. I am a member of the sheep, and in half a year, I will be 20 years old."

"Once I am an adult, I will leave the sheep and go to other places to survive. I am very reluctant to leave everyone, and I always feel that I have to leave something for everyone. So, when I saw the recruitment of a small store manager, I thought about coming here to find a job that I can do. Work, and then I can buy things for everyone.”

"I see."

Qingque couldn't help laughing.

"Yata is such a good boy."

"Ahem! The shop manager is obviously much younger than me."

Qingque: Oh, I'm used to it.

After talking about tomorrow's work, Hatta said goodbye.

At this time, Lan Tang finally completed the letter to Yamatori.

He carefully folded the letter paper up and put it in the envelope.

"Excuse me, is there any wax? I would like a better book cover."

"Fire paint?"

Unexpectedly, Lan Tang would suddenly propose such a ritual-filled thing, and Qing Que was stunned for a second.

"I remember, there should be."

After rummaging through the old drawers again, I finally found the waxing utensils.

Light a small fire, then heat the wax block, melt it, drip into the cover of the letter, and seal it.

A series of movements flowed smoothly. As a bystander, Qingque had to admit that this man's movements were as elegant as a poet.

"Please be sure to send this letter to Mr. Yamadori, thank you very much."

After packing up his things, Lan Tang wrapped the books in his coat and stepped out of the bookstore.

Qingque: ...Is it an illusion?Is there any sound ringing in my ear?Is it bgm?Absolutely!

Qing Que was shocked by the operation of the paper people's built-in speakers!

The bookstore is finally closed tonight.

Take the letter out of the mailbox, "Well, let's see what this reader wrote."

After making himself a meal of boiled cabbage, Qing Que opened the letter left by the man.

【

To Mr. Yamadori:

After reading your article, I have a lot of doubts.I found too many shadows of myself from Sakura.Whether it's her confusion or her embarrassment.

In the small village, Sakura is thinking about why her name is Sakura.The old woman didn't tell her, and Shi Dao didn't tell her, that Apple was really a tiny baby in swaddling clothes.Although you didn't say it clearly, your gentle words have already told me the meaning of Sakura's name.

There is no voice in the forest that can communicate with Sakura, and Sakura feels lonely.This made me see myself.To tell you the truth, I lost all my memories of before the big bang.I can only find out that my name is Lan Tang from my portable folder.I lost my memory, just like Sakura in the forest, I couldn't find my belonging, I forgot who I was.

Later, Sakura went to the big city.And Sakura, who was in the midst of the noise, was in a similar situation to me again.My current job has brought me into a new life.Although the memory of the past is blank, the tedious life continues, pulling me out of loneliness.

Finally, Sakura returned to her hometown.I can't help thinking, whether I can clarify the origin of my name like Sakura, and really understand the definition of a person named Rantang.

—— Lan Tang]

Qingque: Very good, coming up is the big problem of the century.

Qingque once again discovered the difference between herself and the paper people.

The settings of paper people often have a strong personal color, and this bright color is nurtured by the abnormal environment.

Out of time, I remembered the students before time travel.Although they are also noisy every day, they are basically good children with sound personalities.

Thinking about it this way, this Lan Tang is also a child in essence.After losing his memory, he was full of confusion and embarrassment. He seemed to blend in among the noisy crowd, but in fact he just stood motionless among the flowing crowd.

Fold the letter in half again and place it back in the envelope.

I don't know when this Mr. Lantang will come over, so let's wait.

Get your stationery and wax ready.