Some sweet memories, but not a happy ending
Nanami raised his umbrella a little higher and glanced at the apartment. He frowned slightly unconsciously, but he didn't say anything. He just handed me the backpack and said tentatively: "Can you tell me your name?"
I said my name is Qingshui Yangkui. My Chinese name, because both my surname and first name are quite complicated and convoluted, and the pronunciation is quite awkward for Japanese people who don't know retroflex, so I won't tell him.
Nanami Kento said he wanted to know.
So I read the three words to him twice in Chinese.
Nanami Kento read along. I think he was trying hard to keep up with my pronunciation, but he still read it crookedly. So I started to cover my mouth and chuckle again, and the laughter and the sticky and dull sound of dissatisfaction in his throat were drowned in the sound of the rain.
Finally, Nanami Kento said that he had started work and would go on a business trip tomorrow and might have to stay for a few days before coming back. He started working just after graduating from high school. For the sake of privacy protection, I did not ask about his high school, nor his career, nor did I have any suggestions for him not to continue studying in college. Everyone has their own path to choose, even if I am doubting whether the path I have chosen is correct, I will not do anything to stop him.
Nanami Kento said, bring me a gift next time.
Mission: Memories will always be vivid and profound