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The story of Anohana begins with Jinta's words, "I see that the flowers are groggy."

Bobo was the first to believe and excitedly join in, pulling Jinta along to search for clues.

They attempted to reunite the long-fragmented Super Peace Busters under the guise of fulfilling Menma's wish.

However, this claim is not reliable.

An Ming is drawn closer by her own guilt and unrequited love, while Xue Ji builds a wall with his sharp attitude.

He didn't trust Jinta, and he was even more unwilling to accept that Menma had only chosen Jinta.

Tsuruko stood at a distance, calmly observing, while Bobo, like a ball of fire, pushed everyone forward with almost reckless enthusiasm.

Everyone is testing each other, testing whether the other still remembers the past, and testing whether they still have the right to come back.

However, the collapse of Yukiharu became the first flashpoint.

He dressed up as Menma in a white dress, but Tsuruko exposed him in front of everyone.

This also tore away everyone's pretense.

They're not looking for numbness; they're arguing about who deserves more pain.

Immediately afterwards, Menma herself wavered.

She saw everyone arguing and getting hurt because of her, and she cried as she asked Jinta.

"What exactly is my wish?"

She feared that she was merely a ghost tormenting the living.

At the same time, Anming and Rentai's relationship is also approaching a critical point.

Anming discovers that he can never compete with a ghost, while Renta can't even face his feelings.

Everyone realized that the root of the problem lay not with Mianma, but with themselves.

In order to find "Menma's wish", they went to Menma's house and obtained her childhood diary.

The clues point to a vague memory: everyone setting off fireworks together.

Renta saw this as a lifeline and worked desperately to save money, hoping to end it all with a fireworks display.

But reality quickly dealt them a heavy blow.

Mianma's mother refused to cooperate; her pain was far deeper than the teenagers could imagine.

Menma's death was a youthful wound for them, and a lifelong loss of a daughter for this mother.

Yukiatsu almost gave up, and the group was once again on the verge of disbanding.

However, Menma proved its existence in its own way.

New handwriting appeared out of nowhere in the diary, and a silent phone call silenced everyone.

"She really is here!"

Menma's "appearance" reunited the team.

Yukiatsu begged Menma's father for permission, and the fireworks project was officially launched.

But everyone harbors different selfish motives:

Jinta didn't want her to leave;

An Ming didn't want to be second place forever;

Yukiatsu wanted to end the story with a ceremony, but he couldn't let go.

Tsuruko pretends to be rational, but in reality, she is also trapped in the past;

Bobo just wanted to fix that summer.

Fireworks soared into the sky, beautiful and magnificent.

But the facial marks didn't disappear, and everyone stood there stunned.

They were then forced to confront a cruel truth: fireworks were never Menma's true wish.

......

The third day of the comic convention, Sunday.

Just after nine o'clock in the morning, Xiao Huohuo regretted it.

He had already been to a comic convention yesterday and was planning to stay home and relax today, but when he woke up this morning, he habitually checked the comic convention hashtag.

I saw someone post this.

"The final episode of 'Anohana: The Flower We Saw That Day' will premiere at the anime convention today, and the official account of the Land of Light says there will be a special ceremony."

He sprang out of bed with a swift movement and spent three minutes washing up and changing clothes.

Scene from the comic convention.

"Brother Xiao, it's one thing to come to the comic convention for one day, but why do you come for two days in a row?"

Mu Chen asked, puzzled.

He is a junior in college this year and will only start his internship next semester, so he has a completely different understanding of the word "weekend" than working people.

Isn't the weekend for sleeping in until you naturally wake up?

"Cherish it while you can, because once you start working, you'll miss your wonderful college days terribly."

Xiao Huohuo's tone carried a sense of vicissitude unique to someone who had been through it all, even though he had only graduated two years ago.

But after starting work, he quickly realized that the seemingly inexhaustible free time during his university years was actually the last luxury in life that could be squandered without any reason.

Now, every morning when he is woken up by his alarm clock, he silently thinks to himself.

If he had chosen to take the postgraduate entrance exam, he could have enjoyed three more years of wonderful student life.

Leaving aside the issue of working illegally for one's supervisor, at least food and lodging are cheaper.

"By the way, Brother Xiao, there's a roast goose leg place near my school that's absolutely amazing, only sixteen yuan a piece. I heard they're planning to set up a stall at the night market near your workplace soon. I highly recommend it!"

Mu Chen's eyes were bright when he said this.

He had eaten it just last week. The skin of the roasted goose leg was crispy and fragrant. When you bit into it, the complex aroma of oil mixed with cumin and chili powder exploded in your mouth. He remembered that feeling of satisfaction for a whole week.

"Forget it, you want a goose leg for sixteen yuan?"

Xiao Huohuo scoffed, "That stall used zombie duck legs, the kind that glows green, didn't you notice the gamey duck smell when you ate them?"

His words were not unfounded.

After starting work, he went to eat proper Cantonese roast goose a few times with his colleagues.

The cost of purchasing a single goose leg is more than sixteen yuan, not to mention the labor costs for marinating and roasting, and the stall rent.

He also ate at the "Goose Leg Auntie" stall near the back gate of the school during his student days, and thought it was incredibly delicious.

Later, I learned a term called "duck meat being passed off as duck meat" from a food safety science article.

The more I recall that taste, the more something seems off.

"Brother Xiao, you're looking down on working people!"

Mu Chen's voice already carried a serious tone.

For a college student who hasn't yet graduated, a 16-yuan goose leg is more than just a goose leg.

It's a wonderful memory of spending late nights with my roommate, each with a beer, shouting and laughing while watching variety shows.

You can't say his youth was zombie flesh.

"Yes, yes, I look down on working people. Aunt Goose Leg's son is driving a Land Rover, and you're still defending him."

Xiao Huohuo was too lazy to go into the science, as arguing about this topic would only waste time queuing to enter the museum.

"Alright, alright, you two calm down and enjoy the comic convention. What's all the fuss about?"

Lin Dong intervened just in time, grabbing one of the two men's shoulders on each side. "If you keep arguing, I'm going to use the Great Wilderness Imprisoning Heaven Finger."

The two of them were stunned for a moment, and Xiao Huohuo patted Lin Dong on the back.

Mu Chen muttered something under his breath.

"Your 'Great Wilderness Imprisoning Heaven Finger' is just using your middle finger to push up your glasses, what's so great about that?"

The three of them squeezed into the entrance of the exhibition hall with the flow of people.

What they didn't know was that it was less than two meters away from them.

A tall man wearing a baseball cap and a mask, holding a grilled sausage, heard the entire conversation without missing a single word.

Yang Qian took a bite of the grilled sausage and chewed it.

His gaze, hidden beneath the brim of his hat, swept over Mu Chen's retreating figure.

The college student who was still arguing about the sixteen pieces of goose leg had that kind of self-righteousness on his face that only someone who hasn't been beaten down by reality would have.

Yang Qian didn't find this kind of self-righteousness ridiculous; he was just reminded of his college days when he firmly believed that the braised pork in the school cafeteria was made of pork.

He took out his phone and found Li Lin's WeChat.

"Manager Li, there's a popular 'Goose Leg Auntie' restaurant that's been getting a lot of buzz lately. There are rumors that they're using duck legs to impersonate goose legs, and that they might be using low-quality zombie meat. Have someone investigate that."

send.

Upon receiving the message, Li Lin was confused.

What's going on?

When did Director Yang start cosplaying as a staff member of the Food Safety Supervision and Management Bureau?

But he still replied, "Received."

Upon receiving the message, Yang Qian put her phone in her pocket and pulled up her hat brim.

Look up at the huge poster hanging in the direction of the main stage.

The poster shows Menma wearing a white dress, and there's a line of text printed in the lower right corner.

"Do you remember the name of that flower? Tonight at 13:00, on the main stage, a special screening of the final episode will be held."