Evergreen

You must say it

115 117 115 099 105 112 101 109 101 112 101 114 100 105 116 117 115 116 101 108 108 121 111 117 109 117 115 116 115 097 121 105 116

She put down her pencil and looked excitedly at the numbers in front of her. Before she painted the paper, she thought they were ordinary numbers lined up one after the other, but now it was clear that they were three-digit numbers marked separately.

N recorded them correctly on a clean piece of paper without passing any. Then she looked carefully at the numbers. It was as if she wanted to understand something from them. Some numbers were repeated. However, this detail didn't help to solve them.

N took both the old paper and the paper with the numbers she had just neatly marked and went to bed. She sat down and thought without taking her eyes off the paper.

She wondered what these numbers meant. After thinking for a while, N's previous excitement slowly subside. Trying to figure out these numbers was starting to seem pointless to her. 

After a while, not understanding anything from them made her tired. Moreover, it seemed to N that these were just unnecessary calculations. Maybe there was no need to bring them out. When she thought like that, N felt stupid.

But on the other hand, as she looked at the numbers, she wanted to get something from them. So she decided to reconsider the numbers. She started to read aloud one by one to better understand.

"115, 117, 115, 099, 105, 112, 101..."

But they did not remind anything. N likened them some kind of phone numbers, but it was clear they weren't.

But she was getting tired of that. She couldn't think of anything else, and the numbers didn't help her. On the other hand, she was angry with herself for disturbing herself at night with such things.

She picked up the small piece of paper again. She wondered what kind of fool would put the key word aside on such a torn and old piece of paper and pay attention to the empty pencil marks on it? 

She was telling herself that all she needed was "For N". In fact, everything was so simple and clear. It was N's assumptions that complicated the case.

What could the numbers on A and H's old paper be of interest to her? Maybe H wouldn't even remember what it was. It would not be worthwhile to tire of such nonsense. 

But N suddenly thought. Maybe H knew what all this meant. Then she thought that this idea was meaningless. What could H understand from these numbers? He may not have remembered those numbers. It would be difficult to remember when you saw what you wrote years ago, but such numbers further reduced the likelihood of this work. 

But this idea was in N's mind. H and N were the only people who already knew about this strange thing and paper. Therefore, only H could give N an opinion on this.

Asking H for help was the only way N could find a way out. She couldn't do otherwise. It won't do her any good to strain her brain all night. At least asking someone else for help could help her unravel the mystery (if there is a mystery) or find something.

She woke up in the morning. She slept late because she thought about the numbers she had discovered all night, and woke up in the morning as soon as she opened her eyes.

She woke up earlier than usual in the morning and ate breakfast with her family. Everyone was surprised that she woke up early, but N didn't tell them anything.

Excited about the numbers, she quickly went to H's cafe. As soon as H saw her, he came to her with both joy and surprise.

"N, how do you do?"