Wedge
There are typhoons every summer, which seems to have become a routine.
In the room, the coffee was boiling, and the man of the house stared blankly at the storm outside the window, with some unforgettable memories.
The man turned his head and looked at the empty sofa, as if there was someone sitting there.
He stood up, turned off the power, and took out a clean cup. The sound of coffee being poured into the cup was very clean, which was too sharp in contrast to the violent storm outside.
It seemed like another email had arrived, and he heard his phone ringing. Just give me a break in this weather, okay?
Holding the cup, he walked to the coffee table to get his phone.
"I got the notice, the train leaves the day after tomorrow" turned out not to be a work text message.
"You don't have to pay the rent for me. I returned the house. Thank you for taking care of me. I will live a good life from now on." The signature was Chuhan.
I changed my number and told her, but I didn't expect that the first text message I received from her half a year later would be this. He smiled, turned off the screen, and threw the phone on the sofa.
Speaking of which, it was also a rainy day, and the wet girl was huddled at the stairs of her home. The girl looked very much like his Pikachu. If you had to find a reason to take her in back then, it would be Pikachu. She looks exactly like the Pikachu his father left for him.
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