Branch Talk 03
Seeing this title, you might wonder: What is Branch Talk? Isn't it something from Genshin Impact? Why is it already 03, where did the first two go?
My answer is, I don't know either. Today, when flipping through my 2021 class notes for a junior, I unexpectedly found this incomplete backup of an old article on my hard drive.
No mistake, I've changed my blog many times. Started with WordPress, then Hexo, maybe a few jumps in between, but finally switched to Docusaurus in 2022/11. Although I copied my old blog when switching to Docusaurus, three years ago, in order to "improve literary quality," I put some articles on another blog framework. Unfortunately, I clearly couldn't use OneDrive properly back then (actually, I still can't now), so these texts gradually disappeared in the data flood of "changing devices / formatting hard drives."
Three years isn't far, but it's like starlight—within reach, yet untouchable. The brightness of each star is different; we always remember the brighter ones, but habitually ignore the ordinary ones until one day they quietly fade away. Luckily, thanks to helping a junior find notes, I focused on this very ordinary star in the galaxy.
By timeline, it should have been on my desktop at home, but probably got transferred to my 2021 Y9000P during a backup, and finally, without noticing, followed the hard drive swap and miraculously survived on my current desktop's mechanical drive.
I had a dream.
I've never liked going out. Compared to social activities with friends, I prefer staying home alone.
Home has always been unrestrained, especially during winter and summer breaks. I can immerse myself in music, dive into games, or imagine a world that belongs only to me—maybe that's how I spend my loneliness.
So, I really have no reason why I went out that day. Of course, I'll never know, this world is just full of such mysteries (ふかかい).
But I didn't make an appointment with friends, nor did I have any purpose—I truly don't know why I went out. Anyway, I just sat on those empty fitness machines in the park, swiping my phone, switching apps aimlessly. The weather was clear, and suddenly, there appeared such an aimless idler.
No one would be curious about a middle schooler playing on a fitness machine at 3pm on a workday—not even the security guard. This is a public place, and I'm just an idler who shouldn't be here but showed up anyway.
But you started a conversation with me.
I've always been awkward with strangers. I didn't even learn basic communication like discussing products with shop staff until after high school.
Maybe I was too flustered, or maybe I really didn't expect you to talk to me, so I ignored you at first, until I confirmed three times you were talking to me and there was nothing under my seat, then I slowly looked up.
“Did you get the wrong person?”
“No, not at all. Actually, I don't know you, just saw you sitting here alone for a long time and got curious. Are you waiting for someone?”
Maybe because you were standing in the backlight, I can't remember what you looked like.
“Just bored at home for too long, came out to clear my mind.” Even as I replied, my hand kept swiping the screen, not daring to look at you, just wondering when you'd leave.
“Really? But I see you just sitting here watching videos, doesn't seem much different.”
“Can't imagine someone working out alone here, so silly.”
You laughed. I clearly remember your laugh, but can't recall your face.
So strange.
This Content is generated by LLM and might be wrong / incomplete, refer to Chinese version if you find something wrong.