"I don't know."
Scatena silently lowered his head, looking at the box in his arms, that heavy compilation collection, and sighed lightly after a long time: "I want to go out and see, even if I don't learn anything, it's good to see more."
The roommate was silent, patted his shoulder, casually took over the heavy box, and sent him out of the workshop.
Under the scorching sun, a slight chill had already emerged in the early winter.
Finally, the box was placed into Scatena's arms.
"You... you wait for me in the city for two days."
During the final farewell hug, the sound of the roommate's voice came to his ear: "I'm coming with you."
Scatena was stunned for a moment, looking at his roommate.
The roommate smiled, turned, and walked into the workshop.
Two days later, in the crowded cheap hotel in the small town by the sea, Scatena heard the sound of knocking and saw a tired young man.
The two looked at each other in silence, saying nothing more.
