COLD RAIN

CHAPTER 23

As a brother who keeps his word, on this day in November, Pon sent the avatar drawn with the tablet to Benz’s mobile phone.

Benz, who had supervised the draft all the way, had an even greater sense of accomplishment than the creator.

Putting on his avatar, he went to various groups to chat, attracting the little brothers and sisters to see his new avatar.

When asked, he replied, radiant with delight, “My brother painted it for me.”

Pon was happy to see it and his mood improved.

He watered the flowers in the yard, researched information and went online to buy flower fertilizer, and heard Benz say that mobile phones could also be used for online shopping.

He turned on the phone that had been switched off for a day and a night, and several text messages came in.

【Are you asleep? 】

[I can see that the light in your room is out, good night]

[Good morning, it is sunny today, but the temperature difference between day and night is big, so wear more clothes]

[Is the doll in the yard yours? I have also washed the dolls at home】

[Are you still going to herd the geese today? 】

Pon flipped through them one by one, a little nervous at first, afraid that he would mention the events of that day again, but he didn’t mention a word about it.

All he said was just a bunch of confusing things.

The time distribution between the text messages was very even, every two hours, as if for fear of disturbing him.

Pon had never seen the man so cautious and he felt dazed after reading the messages.

He was already removing the past from his mind little by little. Why did he have to bring it up again?

As he was now, he didn’t even look like him at all anymore.

It happened to be the weekend, the day when Pon went to psychological counseling.

Benz finished his homework and went with him.

Sammy drove the car from the spacious courtyard of Aunt Lisa’s house to the front of her house.

When he got into the car, Pon kept urging Sammy, telling her to hurry up.

Sammy turned her head suspiciously and looked around, “What are you doing, kicking me into the car so that you can wear a floral shirt behind my back?”

Pon, who downloaded a lot of photos of floral shirts on the computer in order to draw them, blushed at once, “No, no shirt. Let’s just go early and come back early.”

In the end, his wish to return early was not fulfilled.

When he entered the clinic, Dr. Kenta could see that Pon’s state was different.

After a routine conversation, he asked him to stay for a little chat and asked if he was in any trouble.

“This is not treatment time, I am concerned about you as a friend. You can tell me if you have any worries, I will give you rational analysis and advice from the perspective of a bystander.”

Faced with such sincere words, Pon couldn’t say no, but he couldn’t explain it calmly either and just said, “I met an old friend.”

Dr. Kenta said, “It seems that you don’t want to continue your relationship with this friend?”