Natori and the Passer-by Heroine

How terrible.

and so.

go away.

wished.

He came to a new city.

All that was left to him was a one-story house and a bank card, in which there would be a sum of living expenses every month—this was his uncle's greatest care for him.

People here don't look up to greet him when walking on the road, no one knows him, no one thinks what he 'should' be like.

Nothing binds him.

He came to this city during the winter vacation. Next year, he happens to be a sophomore in high school. He needs to handle all the transfer procedures and living expenses. In fact, if he can, he wants to become an individual. In the true sense, from the body to the spirit The 'individuals' on , really, are horrible.

That kind of feeling, walking on the road, in the eyes of relatives and classmates, everyone is pity, everyone will show inexplicable expressions when he makes conditioned reflexes or answers, and then express the same feeling ——

This man is so pitiful.

Obviously working so hard.

Obviously so kind.

Why is this happening to him.

No one will take the initiative to contact him and explain him away.

No one.

Why... let such a him be born in this world.

Like the fear that the devil chooses to eat, he is being scrutinized all the time. Everyone seems to care about him, but in fact, he is the only one who is alone.

Therefore, you must be independent and become an outstanding success that no one can be more pitiful.

This group of people, all of them, just disappear.

Occasionally, this idea also appears.

Must survive.

No matter how difficult it is, Qian Yi will never think of committing suicide. There is a will in his body—no, not so much will, but a voice.

One, very nice, very vague, a voice that is directly engraved on the soul.

'Live. '

'wait for me. '

It may be vague, but it's true.

'wait for me'.

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winter.

Season of White.album.

There are couples of couples on the street, and the shadows of couples continue to pass over the shadow of a single person.

It has been a month since Qian Yi came here, and he has found several part-time jobs. It is impossible to keep him here during times like Christmas Eve. This is the best opportunity for major businesses to use the holiday effect to conduct transactions.

Walking through the crowds alone, the huge Christmas tree in the square is covered with lights. I heard that there will be a wishing service over there, and friends from Qianyi's part-time job office also invited him symbolically.

It's just... Asahi is not good at accepting others' kindness.

So far, he has not made a single friend, not even a casual acquaintance who nods, and the only person he can remember is the store manager—because the other party is paid.

To go home from here, you need to cross the tram line, which is the bottom of the viaduct.

As he was walking, suddenly a trace of coolness fell on Qianyi's face.

"…Snow."

He looked up reflexively, and the spotted white dance was spinning in the air.

White. christmas.

It won't be long before the entire town is covered in snow, and passers-by are full of surprise, trying to hold the falling snow with their hands.

I heard that good things will happen to anyone who encounters snow on Christmas.

If you can really meet good things, please give me a new future. It is worth the motivation for me to work hard, so that I can find the meaning and value of my existence, and prove that I am still alive, and that it is my own will. And live tenaciously.

Not a substitute for anyone.

Asahi held her prayerful heart and shrank her neck to speed up.

Turning the corner and walking a little further is the viaduct.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the shallow knitted hat and scarf were blown crookedly, revealing the face that had been hidden.

"Goodbye, Mr. Ethics."

Words full of sadness floated into his brain with the wind, a poignant and sad female voice.