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That Sunday afternoon, she bought some groceries and cooked a simple dinner at my house.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSQMF1E2SGD
I think the person she wanted to dine with was someone else. So, I didn't talk much because I was worried that she would find out that I was not that person.
I'm not very good at role-playing, so I could only eat quietly.
"What are you thinking about?" She looked at me and said.
"Um?" I raised my eyes to express my response.
"Why are you making that weird face?" she said.
"What weird face?"
"You! Does what I cook taste terrible?"
"No, it's very delicious!"
"Then why do you eat so timidly?"
"Nothing like it, I ate with relish!"
She looked in disbelief. To avoid unnecessary misunderstanding, I ate diligently. Article 2 of the Survival Manual: When eating food cooked by a girl, in front of her, you must show an expression as if you are eating delicacies in the world. This will prolong your life and ensure your safety.
"It's finished."
"And then?"
"Um." I cleared away the dishes. "I wash dishes."
"Of course." She said as she drank the boiled water.
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After dinner, she and I walked to the park not far from my house.
People were walking in the park, and children were playing and cycling. The sun is going to set, and people have the peaceful expressions of Sunday evening on their faces, walking with serenity. She walked to a bench and sat down, then stared blankly at the children playing in the sand with an expression of no warmth.
I sat down next to her, leaned back in the chair, and looked at the colorful clouds in the sky.
"What kind of girl is she?" she asked.
"I don't know too well." I answered cautiously.
"But, aren't you holding hands?"
"Sometimes."
"Then why did you separate?"
"We are not being together."
"But, she has already held hands with you."
I lowered my head and looked at the children playing in front of me. "I'm not sure either," I said. "I'm not sure what the meaning of holding hands is. When I was younger, these things were easy to understand. At that time, if a girl looked at me twice, I would feel that she liked me. But, if a girl hugs me now, I have no way to be sure whether she loves me."
I squinted my eyes and looked at the side of her face. "Do you understand?"
She shook her head slightly without any expression. "For me, if I don't love someone, I won't hold his hand."
“Oh." I said.
"So, you separated."
"You can understand it this way."
"Well, do you like her?"
"At that time, I liked her," I thought for a while. "But, what you are concerned about, is actually another person."
"There's nothing to be concerned about."
"Then why don’t you tell me about him?"
"I was maliciously abandoned by him." She closed her eyes, lay back on the chair, and said. "That's all."
She just lay there and said nothing. I'm not sure if she fell asleep. The sky was getting darker, but it wasn't night yet. So I sat quietly beside her, watching the adults and children gradually disappearing in front of me, and I began to think of something strange. Why was I sitting on a park bench on a Sunday evening like this with a girl who was not very happy? And I didn't even know if she was asleep.
But, I think, she was a little hurt.
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