"……ah?"

The boy unconsciously uttered a syllable from his throat.

Does he wish to recall that memory?

The young man thought the answer would be blurted out.

It turned out not to be the case.

He actually... hesitated.

…

The first half of that memory is like a sweet candy.

The boy thought of the candies his elder brother gave him.

Really sweet.

delicious.

It makes people couldn't help but raise the corners of their mouths.

…

But the second half of that memory...

It doesn't look like candy at all.

The candy has been eaten.

Not even a hint of sweetness left him.

And he tried in vain to retain the sweetness.

The result was the opposite.

All he tasted was bitterness.

Like...bitter melon.

He hates eating bitter melon the most.

He didn’t understand why bitter melon became a dish on the table?

…

Also like...garlic.

I couldn't help but shed tears.

Can't stop.

…

Such memories cannot be said to be beautiful.

He almost forgot about it.

Together with those wonderful memories from before.

Because sweet and bitter are mixed together.

He can't separate.

I had to cut it across the board.

No more.

Compared with sweetness, bitterness is more unbearable.

…

But now that I think about it, the boy feels differently.

He found that his tolerance for suffering had become higher.

Therefore...he couldn't bear to forget those sweet things.

After all, it was one of the few sweet things he felt.

If he is forgotten, there will be very few parts of his memory that can be called sweet.

…

The young man nodded.

"hope."

As if he felt that what he said was too simple, the young man added, "I hope to remember."

He can let himself think only of those happy memories.

Although he was angry that they left without saying goodbye.

But eldest sister is such a good person...

Always listen to him quietly...

And make him happy...

He remembered a scene that he thought he would never forget.

really.

Sometimes people can't be too self-righteous.

otherwise……

Basically they will be slapped in the face.

But after thinking about it this time, he will never forget it again.

…

He was crying that day.

He couldn't remember exactly why he was crying.

Maybe it was the indifference and neglect of those two people towards him.

or……

He remembered something again.

That was in a physical education class...

After the teacher led the whole class to do warm-up exercises, he called for dismissal and asked the students to practice the ball games to be tested according to their own circumstances.

He went to the equipment room and got the basketball by himself.

When passing the basketball court -

He didn't want to practice on the basketball court.

Because there are too many people.

The basketball hoops have all been divided.

He was too embarrassed to join one of the groups.

Unless the teacher arranges it, he always finds a corner where there are no people to practice by himself.

…

Suddenly there was a sharp pain in my head.

He covered his head and bent down.

…

"Are you OK?"

"How are you?"

"sorry."

…

Amidst the noise, he tried his best to wave his hand.

He's fine.

…

The people surrounding him quickly dispersed.

It wasn't until he reached a secluded place that the boy raised his face.

Revealing some red eyes.

His head still had a slight throbbing pain.

But what makes him even more sad is...
To be continued...