I, who advocate giving up, feel like a disqualified person

But there's nothing wrong with being bored.

Regardless of whether you find it interesting or extremely boring, time just keeps passing by.

...............

【True Title】

Facing the ever-changing time

[Easter egg?]

At this time, Rinquanchuan was already sitting in the car.

"Miss, don't blame me for being nosy. It's rare for a friend to come to see you, so why don't you stay with him for a while?" As she said this, she couldn't help but look back and saw the boy's back as he left.

"Well...if I spend too much time with him, won't it seem like I'm just idle?"

Because the driver and Rinquanchuan usually have a good relationship, Rinquanchuan is still able to tell her some things... Or maybe it's because they are of the same gender?

"You're still so dishonest..." She gave a wicked smile, "From my perspective, that guy is quite good. Miss, you'd better seize the opportunity and don't let a good man slip away."

"Oh, even though that's what you said, where is your good man?"

"....Ahem, okay, fasten your seat belts, it's time for me to go."

Letter from the old times

Even the cooler weather doesn't stop me from drinking the drinks I've taken out of the refrigerator.

Time slipped away as I sipped.

This meaningless time actually occupies a large part of our lives.

After coming back from strolling outside, I flipped through the comics I had just bought... After finishing reading them, I sighed and looked at the bookshelf next to me, which was filled with all kinds of books randomly placed on it... There would definitely be no room for them.

So I started to organize my bookshelf...

Ah, I haven't read this comic for a long time, let me take a look first... Hmm...

[Twenty minutes passed]

Oh no, I need to organize my bookshelf... Hmm? Isn't this a novel I wrote in the past... Ah, so embarrassing... But the writing is okay... The plot is a bit stupid... Hmm, this plot is good, I'll revamp it and add it to my current novel...

[Thirty minutes have passed]

Ah... I need to organize my bookshelf... I'll put the comics aside first... and then... ah, isn't this the yearbook from when I graduated from junior high school? I remember there were graduation photos at the back... I can't remember many of the people's names... Hmm... these people's names seem familiar... but I still can't remember what they look like.

Most of the messages are "Forget-me-not"... It seems that their attitude towards me is just to deal with it...

Just when I was about to waste time looking at the yearbook again, an envelope suddenly fell out from the gap between the pages.

The light purple envelope fell to the ground, and the white letter paper was revealed from the opened envelope.

"..." I hesitated for a moment, then put down the yearbook and picked up the envelope.

Chapter 28.5 A Letter from the Old Times

...Who wrote this...

I looked at the envelope and it wasn't signed...so it didn't come by mail.

Hmm... Thinking about it carefully... Could it be a love letter?

But why don't I have any recollection of it...and looking at the envelope that has been opened, I should have read it, but I can't remember the contents at all.

Did I write it myself?

With these doubts, I took out the letter paper.

[Letter to Yi Sheji]

Just by looking at the beginning, I can confirm that it is a letter to me... The handwriting looks familiar, but it is definitely not mine.

I think I have gone astray and have lost my way in life.

Oh... Such a heavy beginning...

[Perhaps the path of fate is full of twists and turns, and no matter how hard you try, you cannot change your predetermined talents.

I have also asked myself whether I should continue to let my days pass by in a daze.

While I was thinking about the answer, time never stopped.

When you are confused, you will always start to think, and after thinking, you will start to be confused again.

It seemed to make no sense at all that I was destined from the beginning to have no gift for happiness.

Hope is just a self-deception. Even if it seems to happen to you, it will eventually end.]

Although I was confused by this passage, it rhymed mysteriously when I read it.

How can I protect the things I love and cherish?

Please forgive me for expressing my sorrow to myself, but I always believe that life is about experiencing pain.

It’s just that some people have less experience, while we have more.

People always say that all roads lead to Rome, but that's not where I'm going...and I've never thought about where I'm going.

I have been accustomed to going with the flow, but when I met you, I suddenly had the desire to take root. However, I am destined to wander, and I still have to experience separation from you.

Habit is indeed a terrible thing. I am used to separation and sadness, but this time I didn't shed tears. It is true that there is a smile on the corner of my mouth, but if I could taste it, it would definitely be bitter.

The words we say at parting are always to pray that we will meet again.

However, even this simple wish may not be fulfilled by the gods.

So, at this moment of separation, please listen to me. This should be the last words I say to you.

I don’t know when it started, but your figure began to appear in my perspective.

Whether it's your listless eyes in class, your absent-minded look while walking, or your ungraceful movements while eating.

It's strange, isn't it, that I have such feelings for you.

It's not surprising, because I know you always face the world with a positive attitude.

Hey... is this really referring to me? Maybe I gave it to the wrong person... but this is definitely my name...

[Although you look depressed, I can feel your efforts in handling things. So, I like the way you work hard, your serious eyes, your decisiveness and composure... I like it very much.

Even though you are disliked by most people in the class, I still like you. There is no reason.

From then on, I gradually found the direction of my efforts.

I want to give credit to you for this, but I still can't face you and say thank you properly.

I have been hesitating...thinking that there will be many opportunities like this.

So, time did not stop for a moment, and we unexpectedly welcomed the day of separation.

Your expression remains calm... Is there no one in this world worthy of your attention?

If not... I hope that after you read this letter, you will remember me. If one day... even if we pass by each other in a crowd, you can hesitate for a moment and think:

"Do I know her..."

This level is enough.

That's it, I don't know if I wasted your time... We have embarked on different paths.

I just hope that when we meet again, you won't have changed much.

Then, maybe I'll be brave enough to give you a hug.]

This... is definitely a love letter! And judging by the tone... she's secretly in love with me. From the words, it seems like this was written at a time of farewell, meaning... that was around the time of graduation from junior high school... It wasn't that long ago, so why don't I remember anything about it?

"call..."

I sighed, put the letter back into the envelope, and put it back into the yearbook.

I wonder if I will still be able to recall this letter after many years. If I find it by chance and open it and read it again, what will it feel like?

There was no signature on the letter, and I had no memory of receiving it, let alone the person who sent it to me...

I'm sorry... I can't even hesitate to pass by you...

I am such a bad person.

I thought about this and took a sip of my drink.

Ah... Come to think of it, what did you decide to do in the first place?

【True Title】

Maybe I really passed her by in the crowd.

[Easter egg?]

"We're about to graduate..." "Don't worry, we might still be in the same school." "But... uh..."

"Okay, don't be sad, what's the matter..."

Ah... What a sad atmosphere. Luckily I don't have any close friends, otherwise it would be a bit embarrassing to have no reaction in front of them.

I yawned and took a look at the graduation photo that had just been distributed.

There is no weird expression...the hairstyle is also okay, so it's not bad at all, thanks to the photographer's excellent skills.

"Hey...sign it."

With a nonchalant tone, a yearbook was placed in front of me.

Even though I knew the other party would not contact me because of this, I still left my contact information... I bet this guy will never call me in his life.

There are quite a few people who ask me to write yearbooks... After letting others leave messages, they accidentally catch my eye (actually, I was just staring at them because I was bored, and I feel really sorry for being misunderstood as wanting to write one), and then ask me a little awkwardly if I want to write one.

So in addition to leaving them my contact information, I also took out my yearbook.

Well, that's it... What I mean is that the yearbook I bought with my own money doesn't have any of my classmates' contact information, which makes it seem like I'm unpopular.

"That... Sheji."

Just as I was packing up to go back, a familiar voice came.

"Huh? You..."

"Ah, I just came back to get something, and I left my classmates' contact information."

"Really..." I said and was about to get up and leave.

"Can I leave you my contact information?"

"Hmm..." After thinking about it, I took out the yearbook that I had just put into my schoolbag.

"Thank you..." She took out a pen and handed me a light purple envelope.

"For me..."

"Yeah." She nodded and began to write with her head down.

"..." I picked up the envelope and prepared to open it.

"Wait a minute!" She suddenly became excited when she saw me opening the envelope.

"Huh?...What's wrong?"

I quickly stopped taking out the letter and focused my attention on her.

"Ah...no...just a little...well, anyway..."

She took the letter from me, the contents of which I had not yet read, and slipped it into the yearbook.

"You have to read this letter when you get home. You can't read it now."

This request is really strange...but it doesn't matter, just go home and watch it.

"Ah..." I seemed to think of something.

"It's not a love letter, is it?"

Ask her as if jokingly.