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ON SUMMER NIGHTS, THERE WAS NO WIND, AND THE AIR WAS FULL OF HOT EMOTIONS, SWEATING LIKE AN OPEN TAP. I'VE DECIDED TO GO OUT AND DEAL WITH IT. THE BLUE HEART SITS IN THE WINDOW, WITH THE STRENGTH OF THE AIR CONDITIONER, AND THE HEART IS FIXED. WITH A PROFESSIONAL SMILE, THE WAITER IS STANDING BEHIND HIM WAITING FOR THE CUISINE. THE BLUE HEART LOOKS AT THE RECIPE, WHICH IS A CANINE RESTAURANT, AND IS BASED ON THE TASTE OF FRESHENENERS, WITH A RANDOM ORDER OF BERYLLIUM, A SMALL NUMBER OF DAIRY PIGS, FISH, PEPPER FRIED CHICKEN, DRIED OXEN, PEPPER FRIED EGGS, SIX BOTTLES OF BEER, AND LAZYLY WAITING FOR FOOD. IT'S A HABIT THAT YOU CAN'T EAT A LOT OF FOOD WHEN YOU'RE DRINKING. IT'S NOT LIKE EVERY CHEF IN EVERY RESTAURANT CAN TASTE YOUR FOOD. IT'S BETTER TO FOCUS ON IT THAN IT IS ON THE TABLE. BUT THE WORST FEAR IS MORE DISAPPOINTMENT AFTER DISAPPOINTMENT, HUH. THE FOOD'S ON THE TABLE, THE WINE'S ON THE BELLY, THE TASTE'S ON THE TABLE. ONE'S LONELY, EASILY DRUNK, EASILY AROUSED. FOUR BOTTLES DOWN, STARTING TO MOVE. REMEMBERING THE DAYS OF THE PAST NIGHT, THE NIGHT OF THE SONG, THE CROWDS OF HIGH-RANKING PEOPLE, THE TWILIGHT OF THE TWILIGHT OF THE TABLE OF FOUR. ALL OF A SUDDEN, I'D LIKE TO TALK TO SOMEONE, TAKE OUT THE PHONE, CALL ONE AT A TIME. BY CHANCE, TONIGHT, WE'RE ALL BUSY, BUSY WORKING, BUSY PAYING, BUSY WITH FAMILY BUSINESS, FULL OF BUSY SOUND OR UNHEARD MUSIC, PHONE BOOK TO Y, SOME UNNAMED MUSIC, AND THE SOUND OF A LITTLE EXCITEMENT COMING OUT OF THE MICROPHONE: "BROTHER, WHAT'S GOING ON?" THE BLUE HEART IS SO RELIEVED: "A MAN IS DRINKING, BORED, SO HE WANTS TO TALK TO YOU." "OH, I'M DRINKING TOO, A BUNCH OF BROTHERS. WHY ARE YOU DRINKING ALONE? I DON'T KNOW HOW MANY BROTHERS ARE TOGETHER?" "YEAH, THESE DAYS, WE'RE ALL BUSY, BUSY WITH BUSINESS, BUSY WITH FAMILY, BUSY WITH THAT. THERE AREN'T MANY PEOPLE LIKE YOU. I'LL JOIN YOU. WE'LL DRINK TO EACH OTHER ON THE PHONE. FROM THE DESPERATE STATE OF AFFAIRS TO THE OLD DAYS, FROM CAREER TO LIFE, THERE ARE MANY FEELINGS AND MEMORIES. MAYBE WE'RE REALLY OLD, MAYBE WE'VE LEFT TOO MANY THINGS BEHIND IN THE YEARS, AND IT SEEMS THAT THIS IS THE ONLY WAY. THE CHANCES OF SILENCE ARE INCREASING. YEAH, WE'VE BEEN SEPARATED FOR TOO LONG, EVEN THOUGH A FEW DAYS AGO WE MET BRIEFLY, WHILE EACH OTHER'S HEARTS WERE STILL REMINISCENT OF EACH OTHER, WITHOUT THE PASSION OF LIVING TOGETHER IN THE MORNING AND IN THE EVENING, WITHOUT YOUR WORDS AND MY WORDS, TIME AND SPACE HAD DILUTED THAT SENSE OF FAMILIARITY, AND ONLY THE REMAINING OLD TOPICS COULD RESONATE. "YUKO, WHAT ARE YOU EATING?" THE BLUE HEART IS BORING TO SAY THAT. WOO-JA WAS SILENT FOR A WHILE: "NEW PEPPER FRIED CHICKEN, PEPPER MASHED EGGS." THE THREE OF US HAD THE MOST FOOD." AT THAT MOMENT, THE TEARS BLURTED THE SIGHT: "ME TOO." "BY BROTHER FOR LIFE!" THE TWO VOICES WERE RINGING SIMULTANEOUSLY. IT'S A FOOD FOR STORIES, FOR MEMORIES AND FRIENDSHIPS OF RAIN. OUR PARENTS WERE FROM THE LAND OF OLD, AND AFTER THEY HAD TAKEN JOBS IN ONE PLACE, THE MOTHERS WERE IN FACTORIES, MY FATHER WAS ON THE RAILWAY, AND HIS FATHER WAS IN PUBLIC SECURITY. WE ALL GREW UP WITH OUR MOTHERS. WOO-JA WAS IN GOOD SHAPE, STRONG AS A CALF, WILD, INVINCIBLE IN FIGHTING, A SON OF PAPER, A STRONG MAN WHOSE ARMS WERE BLOWN UP AND WHOSE ARMS WERE GATHERED. AND I AM WEAK IN WRITING, ONLY STUDYING UNDER THE GUIDANCE OF MY MOTHER, A GOOD BOY, A GOOD STUDENT, THREE BARS, A NAUGHTY BOY'S EYE, AND ONLY WITH THE PROTECTION OF YUKO AND HER MOTHER. BECAUSE OF OUR FAMILY, WE'VE BEEN FRIENDS SINCE WE WERE KIDS, WE'VE BEEN IN SCHOOL TOGETHER, WE'VE BEEN PLAYING TOGETHER, WE'VE BEEN PUNISHED TOGETHER, WE'VE BEEN IN LOVE WITH THE RAIN. WOO-JA'S PLAYFUL, HE LIKES TO PLAY WITH STRANGE THINGS, EVEN WHEN HE'S AT SCHOOL WITH SEMICONDUCTORS THAT HE DOESN'T KNOW WHERE TO FIND THEM, AND HE SAYS HE'S GROWN UP TO BE AN INVENTOR LIKE EDISON, AND HE'S BEEN DOING IT SINCE HE WAS A KID. SO ANYTHING COMES TO HIM IN HALF AN HOUR, AND WOOKO CALLS IT A “RESEARCH”, AND HE'S PROUD TO TELL BLUE THAT HE ALREADY KNOWS THE STRUCTURE AND WORKINGS OF THIS THING, AND HE CAN PRODUCE THE EXACT SAME THING IF HE HAS THE MATERIAL. THE GENIUS WHO SMILES AT HIS HEAD, THE GENIUS WHO WEARS WOOKO IN HIS HEART, THE GENIUS WHO CAN BREAK UP SUCH A COMPLEX MACHINE SO THOROUGHLY, THE GENIUS WHO CAN TURN 100,000 PEOPLE UPSIDE DOWN. HOWEVER, THE BLUE HEART HAS NEVER SEEN ANYTHING RECOVERED FROM WHAT YUKO “RESEARCHED”, AND THEIR ENDINGS HAVE BEEN THE SAME — THE ABSENCE OF BONES. EVEN SO, BLUE HEART BELIEVED THAT WOO-JA WOULD BE A GREAT INVENTOR. PERHAPS WOO-JA CONSUMED TOO MUCH ENERGY AND WISDOM IN THE FIELD OF “RESEARCH”, AND HIS PERFORMANCE WAS POOR. AT THE TIME, WE LIKED TO WRITE ON THE SLIDES OF KINDERGARTEN BY SCHOOL AFTER SCHOOL, USUALLY WITH BLUE HEARTS AND RAIN ON THEIR HEADS, AND WOOKO DISAPPEARED. WHEN WE'RE DONE, WOO-JA'S SWEATY AND HE'S BACK WITH A BUNCH OF WILD FRUIT. THEN WOO-JA BEGAN TO REWRITE, BLUE HEART AND RAIN STARTED EATING AND THEN WENT HOME TOGETHER. AT THAT TIME, THE SUNSET WAS BEAUTIFUL... AND GRADUALLY WE GREW UP, AND OUR FEELINGS FOR RAIN CHANGED LIKE SPRING GRASS. WE LIKE TO STAND BY THE RAIN, SNEAKING AROUND AND LOOKING AT HER LINED FACE, SMELLING HER FRAGRANCE AND LISTENING TO HER SOFT VOICE. ONE DAY, WOOKO PULLED HIS HEART TO THE SIDE OF THE POTION AND SOLEMNLY SAID, “I LIKE TO SHOWER, I WANT TO TELL HER. SHE'S CLOSER TO YOU." AFTER THAT, WOO-JA PULLED OUT A PINK LETTERHEAD IN HEART SHAPE. THE BLUE HEART IS NOT CONNECTED, JUST LOOKING AT YUKO, AND THE LIPS MOVE, BUT THEY DON'T SPEAK. WOO-JA, HURRY UP AND PUT THE LETTER IN MY HAND: "DON'T BE A MOTHER-IN-LAW'S BROTHER, JUST DELIVER IT TO ME." THE BLUES TOOK A DEEP BREATH, PUSHED OUT THE HAND OF WOOKO, TOOK A FEW STEPS BACK, WHISPERED BUT SAID ABSOLUTELY: "YUKO, I LOVE THE RAIN, TOO, I LOVED HER FROM A VERY YOUNG AGE. I CAN'T GIVE IT TO YOU." WOO-JA LOOKED AT ME LIKE A WOUNDED WOLF, AND THE COLD STINGED MY NERVES AND MADE ME LOOK DOWN LIKE A CHILD WHO DID SOMETHING WRONG. LONG SILENCE. SUDDENLY I SAW THE FOOTSTEPS OF WOO-JA APPROACHING, AND I RAISED MY HEAD IN FEAR, AND THE FIST OF WOO-JA APPEARED BEFORE ME, AND FELT NOTHING BUT HOTNESS OF THE NOSE AND BLACKNESS. THE WEAK HEART BLUE CANNOT RESIST THE INVINCIBLE FISTS OF THE FIELD, AND I FELL DOWN, WITH A BLANK IN MY MIND, LEAVING ONLY THE WOUNDED EYE OF THE FIELD AND A SHADOW OF A PROMISE — THE RAIN. WHEN I WAS AWAKE, I WAS LYING IN A FRAGRANCE AND SOFTNESS, A SMELL OF RAIN, AND SHE WAS KNEELING ON THE EARTH, HOLDING ME IN HER ARMS, AND SHE LOOKED AT THE ZUJA WITH RAGE. WOO-JA'S ANGER IS GONE, AND HIS EYES ARE FILLED WITH REGRET AND FEAR, AND HIS HANDS ARE CONSTANTLY SCRATCHED. AND THE STRONGNESS OF WOO-JA WAS AS WEAK AS GLASS BEFORE THE RAIN, AND HE WAS ALWAYS A CHILD WHO HAD DONE WRONG, HELPLESS AS HE COULD BE. "I'M... I'M... I'M... I'M... I'M... I DIDN'T MEAN IT. I DIDN'T THINK HE WAS STUPID ENOUGH TO HIDE... "WHY? WHY IS IT BLUE? “I ... THIS” WOO-JA CAN'T SAY A SINGLE WORD, AND I THINK HIS BRAIN MUST BE VERY CONFUSED, A SMALL BROTHER, A GIRL WHO'S SECRETLY NARCISSISTIC, AND HE'S WRONG AND WRONG. THE RAIN WIPES THE BLOOD ON MY FACE WITH HER WHITE HANDKERCHIEF, THE EYES ARE FILLED WITH HEARTACHE, THE RED IS SO HAPPY, SO DEEP... I HOPE THAT TIME IS AT THIS MOMENT, IN THIS BEAUTIFUL FEELING AND IN THIS SOFT SMELL. THAT YEAR, AT THE END OF THE SUMMER, IT WAS THE LAST SOUND THE UPPER END。