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After that day, I never saw Sawada Tsunayoshi again.

In fact, after I pulled him up and said "hello" to each other, I found a reason to part ways with him and went home.

I lay in bed, as if everything was so incredible.

It turns out that this place is Bingsheng, so why isn't the mentally handicapped kindergarten I went to called Bingsheng Kindergarten?It has to be called "Aile Kindergarten". What kind of name is this? Is the principal called XX Philharmonic or Philharmonic XX?

I pulled up the quilt to cover my head, and covered myself in the quilt.

I keep recalling that brown, fried-haired face with baby fat in my mind, why do I remember it so clearly?Obviously, the faces of my parents can be forgotten in a blink of an eye...

This is really in line with the configuration of a time-traveling woman, who meets the protagonist by chance and lends a helping hand.

No, I can't think about it anymore.

We are different.

Absolutely can't... have any more contact.

In the days that followed, I would often go to that place unknowingly by accident. It was unconscious... No, it was better to say that it was my own actions in the subconscious.

Wow, I really suck.

However, apart from the Chihuahua who apparently remembered me wagging its tail for petting every time it saw me, I never met Tsunayoshi Sawada once.

It seems that the fate of my protagonist is just like this. I guess he took a detour because of this dog. It's also a good thing for me.

I absolutely have to stop thinking about it myself.

He is not my sun, I met by chance, Baishi Chunzhen is not even a passer-by in the original work, even if I get warmth, it is the residual warmth from him.

Dakong is other people's Dakong, I just lick the screen silently in memory.This is the best ending.

I went to Bingsheng Primary School in elementary school, and the students around me are all unfamiliar faces. I deeply suspect that I will suffer from face blindness in this world. If I don’t work hard, I will not be able to remember the faces of the people around me. Of course, about the parents , to remember that it will never be possible, I have given up on this.Except for Tsunayoshi Sawada.

Fortunately, I can't recognize faces, but I can recognize people by feeling.I'm not very clear about this principle, anyway, it's still very strange, let's call it "the bug of the world".

The unreal sense of disobedience still exists, and it is not difficult to get along with children, but the same, I have no real friends.It seems that we can have a good relationship with anyone, but there will always be a transparent barrier between us to separate each other.

The other party can't feel it, but I can.is my problem.I know.

By the way, no one came to rescue me, no one could take me home.

But when I was about to let go of the longing in my heart, I ushered in the second encounter with Sawada Tsunayoshi.

It's still a holiday. This time, my parents took me out to play in the park. As soon as I arrived at the park, I was allowed to go wandering by myself, and no one disappeared.Looking around, the other children are also there, without adults disturbing, immersed in their own or the world of their friends.

Could this be another "world bug"?All in all, this kind of inexplicable and unreasonable scene happens often-let’s just classify it like this, no matter, this word is already used for blame.

Children should do what children should do. I sat boldly and unscrupulously on the sand, slowly piling up the sand,

Looking up, I saw the bewildered brown fried hair standing alone in one place, as if forming a natural isolation zone with the surrounding children.

My first reaction was to ignore it, but I subconsciously observed it. Why isn't his mother Nana Sawada here?Are you so worried about your son? ?

I lowered my head, still patting the sand.

Eyes lowered, my hand rhythm is not fast or slow.

The great cause of the bunker is about to be completed, how can it fall short!

……

Tsk, why don't the other kids play with him?Mingming Gangji's little bun is so cute!Why is there a vacuum zone? !Don't tell me you have a special way to judge whether a person is a waste! ?By the way, what does this have to do with trash? !Have you started making distinctions at such a young age? ?Are you still kids? !He didn't show anything annoying at all, did he? !

I stood up, slapped my butt, and shook most of the sand off.

It was obvious that he had noticed the sudden action of a person here, so he cast his gaze over at once.

I lowered my head and sighed softly, looking at him, he stared at me as if he recognized me - but I didn't know it either.

I pointed at him, then beckoned him to come over.

His expression brightened in an instant, and his whole body brightened up.He took two steps in my direction, and then fell a dog eat shit, oh no, dog eat mud (isn't it all the same).

The corner of my mouth twitched, and I almost covered my face subconsciously, but I managed to hold it back.Just watching him stumble and arduously complete this actually very smooth journey.

He stood two steps away from me, squeezed the hem of his clothes awkwardly, looked at me with a blushing face and dodged his eyes, and then secretly looked at me again.

"Will it pile up with sand?" I asked

"One, play together?! Can, can you...?!" He asked in surprise.

Of course you can, little angel Gangji.

I nodded.

"Thank you, thank you." He laughed, "Baishi-sang."

I was surprised that he actually remembered me and my name.

So happy.

I stroked my chest, then sat down again, and continued with my fortification.

He sat down too, cautiously as if wanting to help.

Can I... be friends with you, Gang?

The author has something to say:

In fact, Miss Tang is also very lonely, alone. 27 is indeed special to her.

In addition, I don't know why the kindergarten took such a ghostly name, it was chosen randomly :)