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墨書 Inktalez
"I thought those police officers would be smarter. Since they took away my keys and phone, I thought they would search the place while I was away, but they all just sat there like soldiers."
The man at the next table was surrounded by bottles of alcohol, speaking loudly, and it was hard to tell his age. After he finished speaking, everyone at the table laughed together. Yao handed me a wine glass. I hadn't seen her all summer, and she insisted on taking me out for a drink today.
They said it was drinking, but it was really just mixing some drinks in a few bottles of low-alcohol beer. The only thing that might get you drunk is probably those fruit beers bought at LAWSON.
"Do you drink?"
"No, I don't."
"Then ask me out."
"Can't we?"
"I mean, you called me out like this."
"Even though summer vacation is over, but summer isn't. Beer, drinks, barbecue... Saying 'let's go for a drink' sounds more appealing."
The bottle cap was half-bitten, and a delicate blush adorned her lovely face. Even if the drink was replaced with cola or Sprite, it wouldn't seem out of place - besides, it wasn't really alcohol. Like the plot of a cliché movie, the summer breeze blew, causing her hair to lightly brush against her face. Finally, under the dim streetlight, two shadows walked side by side, and she gently took my hand. "In winter, will any flowers bloom?"
The leaves rustled, and her eyes passed over mine, gazing straight up at the sky.
"Wintersweet, it seems to bloom in winter."
"Have you seen it?"
"I haven't, only heard a little about it in books. Maybe I've seen it, but didn't recognize it?"
"Do we have this kind of flower here?"
"Maybe yes, maybe no. Whether it's artificial cultivation or not, it depends on the circumstances, right?"
"Just asking casually, so does that mean opening a flower shop also needs to be tailored to the local conditions?"
"Perhaps so, I don't know much about this aspect."
During the conversation, after a moment of silence, about 150 more steps, and the school was already in sight, but she grabbed his hand.
"What's wrong?"
Yao stood still, head bowed.
"Go to my place?"
"If you don't go back to the dorm, won't there be trouble?"
"I don't care about this kind of trouble."
I didn't refuse, after all, there's nothing we haven't done. She grabbed my hand and started running. "Is it far?" The wind whistled in my ears, and her palm was covered with a thin layer of sweat. Yao didn't answer, just kept running, faster and faster.
"Be careful!"
An inconspicuous pebble grazed her ankle, causing her to lose her balance and we both fell to the ground. Shaking as she stood up, she curled her legs not far away, revealing a scar on her calf, like a dormant snake.
"How about I carry you on my back?"
"It's okay."
Her arms wrapped around my shoulders, the entire world I deeply loved felt as light as a wisp.
Too light, too light...
"I don't... like the milk tea bag that much anymore."
"Hmm?"
I could feel her swaying on my back, as if she were nibbling on my ear.
"Milk tea... bags?"
"Yeah, do you remember the year we interned?"
"I remember, that summer was too hot."
"I went to bring milk tea to a friend, at the shop where I once briefly worked."
"Hey, I didn't know you did this before."
"There are many things you don't know about me."
I heard every word she said clearly, but it still felt as delicate as a cicada's wings. If I don't make an effort to remember, I'm afraid I'll forget in the next second.
"Turn right at the next intersection."
The two bodies overlapped, sweat dripping down and being wiped away by her. Until they entered a dark alley, until she said stop.
"I'll do it, you sit down."
Taking the keys from her hand, I tried to turn left but couldn't open it.
"You have to turn right."
The door creaked open, and I fumbled to turn on the light with the faint glow from the street. It was so quiet, the air felt like it was floating with each breath. When I turned around, she was already limping slowly inside.
"Is this your home... are you alone?"
"Yeah, it's called a home, but it's just a rented house, really."
"Oh, oh."
Impressive, a slightly older girl living on her own, the living room is not messy at all. Instead, it's so orderly that it feels like something is missing.
"You sit still, I'll go find...iodophor to wipe for you."
At home, there should be one...
"It's on that cabinet over there."
Oh, it's a medicine cabinet, visible at a glance. Covered in some dust, I twist open the somewhat stiff lock and vaguely recognize from memory among a pile of medications, probably... brown in color?
"There." Yao pointed to the side, and looking in the direction, she saw her leg was curled up, and the foot with one sock removed was being lightly scratched at the edge of the wound. Applying medicine... What should I do? Faced with her ankle, I hesitated, only remembering when my mother used a bit of saliva on a spider web from the wall to rub my wound, and then I have no further memories.
It's really embarrassing in front of the girl I love.
Summer, it's really hot...
In hesitation, a slight coolness appeared on the back of my hand, and she took the bottle and wiped it herself.
"Gently pour it on the wound, or on your hand, or on a cotton swab like this. Rub it and dip it, the wound will heal faster. My mother used to say that when I was a child."
She lowered her head to wipe it, and a strand of hair slipped down. I gathered it up in my palm and gazed at the silent strand of hair.
"When will my hair be as long as yours?"
"Do you like long hair?"
"Not specifically, I just want to try everything while I'm alive."
"But there could be bad things."
"For example?"
"Crime, maybe you'll end up in jail."
"How much worse can it get? Everyone's ending is the same. I can't be considered a good person."
After saying that, I pinched that strand of hair and sniffed it delicately, trying to pretend to be a pervert to scare her.
"little sister..."
"Do you think I'm a good person?"
"Eh?"
A sly glint flashed in her eyes, and I couldn't tell if it was a reflection of light. The falling curtain covered half of her face, stirring up hormone and making people restless. But honestly, I don't care. I love her, and love is blind. Unless one day I stop loving you. But love is just an eternal moment, and the size of that moment is defined by the two who love each other. Let's wait until the end of the world really comes before we talk about it.
"I don't care."
Her eyes lit up for a moment, not a reflection, definitely not.
"I don't care if you're good or bad, because I love you," she said.
Yao paused for a few seconds, then continued to casually apply the medicine, pouting.
"This sounds like drunken talk."
"People's attitudes towards everyone are different. Is it such a big mistake to have infinite tolerance for the things you love? I am already trash, so I have no bottom line principles. The pedestrians on the street are all things without the worry of life. When the day comes that there is real danger to life, who knows where those so-called principles, bottom lines, and morals will go."
Perhaps I said too much at once, but I don't care whether she understands or not. In the long silence, I kept fiddling with the cotton swab in my hand, until the medicine and the girl's bare feet were indistinguishable - or rather, her whole foot had been smeared with iodophor - before she slowly spoke.
"Have you ever thought about why we ended up together, when I used to dislike you so much in the beginning?"
"I don't dwell on the reasons and causes. After all, this thing did happen, didn't it? Being alive itself is a very wondrous thing. You are also very wondrous to me. Like, like a damn dream."
"A dream?"
"Like countless colored bubbles of dreams, I was able to ascend to this throne all thanks to you, it's you who fulfilled me. 'I can't see the boundaries of this kingdom's land, but you are still the lord of this kingdom.' When I, when I am inside you, when you hold me tight, I can hear our heartbeat, I can hear it. It's really fragile, I can see it, even touch it, like some kind of fragile plastic that will break with a little force. When I feel your body temperature, I think in my heart, this is my girl, this is my queen, a path has been cut out of the vast fog, ghosts are howling in the mist, and you are leading me like a lighthouse, cutting through thorns. Even though it's still foggy ahead, you hold my hand. I can feel your sweaty palms when you're nervous, and the tension in your muscles when you shout. I am so honored to be held in your arms, sometimes I catch a glimpse of a mirror, or the water's surface, or anything that can reflect light, and what appears before my eyes is your shadow. I know, this is my girl, my queen. I have no hope left, so the fake final chapter has come, and please let me die as the pages scatter."
The silent person in front of me, this pensive girl. Her chest isn't that big, her legs aren't that long, and she's always crying, a little shorter than me.
My dear, why does gazing at your face always make me sad? Is it because the beauty of your face even makes tears want to peek out of my eyes?
"You said all of this is too heavy." Silently, she raised a finger to her lips again. Her face had never been so clear. "But my dear, we'll fight to the death."
Wiping away the tears, in the moment she held me tight, my heart was pounding, this is, my heart, pounding, ah.
"They say I'm a crybaby, how can someone cry while making love, or while being embraced."
In the midst of our entanglement, we kicked an old switch, and the room plunged into darkness. The medicine was knocked over and spilled on the floor, but no one cared.
Close your eyes,
And you will appear.
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