Nico - The Biography of a Piece of Apple Glass

Opening (1)

Once upon a time....

A teacher once asked a student this question.

"Now, I'll ask you... how many days are there in a year..."

A shadow of disappointment fell on the student's face. • • Above the empty lips, a final sigh...

"The question is incomplete, so there are two possible answers... Both are correct according to his definition...

"What... how..."

"If the year you are asking about is not a leap year, there are (365) days in a year. If the year you are asking about is a leap year, there are (366) days in a year, sir."

The teacher looked at the student with his mouth hanging open. What was remarkable was that he did not tear away the thin web of inattention from the skin of his face.

"Yes, of course.. Why did you forget that there is a leap year, Bird Day, on the (29th) of February..."

You can see the evening star and the glow of the boy's face... And with just one word, the silence of the classroom was shattered.

"If you and I were both born on February 29th, we wouldn't forget February 29th, sir."

Those words were not meant for him. As the student said those words, his eyes were on the front row on the right. His eyes met the brown-eyed female student. The girl looked at him with a satisfied expression and gave him a thumbs-up... Since they were only ten years old, the line between them was really white and pure white.

Looking at the small wrinkles that had formed on the curtain, the teacher couldn't help but ask the boy another probing question.

"Okay then, tell me a little bit about this matter that you know and like..."

The boy didn't have to think about it for too long.

"My father used to tell me, life is a big book full of different puzzles... If the given information is incomplete in any of them, you can't calculate the exact answer..."

"Oh my..." he shouted in surprise, and Teacher | slapped his forehead.

"My dear... Look at me, my student, you are talking big and bold, just like a finger."

Seeing the teacher's appearance, a boy and a girl looked at each other and laughed.

To be honest, the two of them are not friends. The shy boy is just an ordinary student who doesn't stand out in the classroom.

The whole class knows the girl. The name of the most educated and beautiful girl in the whole class is...

"Proverbs"...

Opening (2)

Once upon a time...

A teacher once asked a student this question...

"There are (365) days in a year..." "How many days are there in (4) years?"

The girl with brown eyes is standing with her hands folded. With a smiling face, she seems to be mentally adding (365) days (4) times... The first two times add up to +73, and when you double that, it's 1461...

"The question is incomplete... Are the four years you asked for four consecutive years?"

"Cool... just a little bit."

"Then that's (1461) days, teacher."

"Where... how... calculate again, your answer is wrong. The answer is (140) days."

"Your answer is correct, teacher. . . How do you calculate the number of years? Every (4) consecutive years, there is always a leap year, teacher. . . . Every four years, there is a day called February (29), so we have to add one day to (1460), so (1460) days, teacher."

The teacher stared at the student with her mouth hanging open. What was remarkable was that she didn't tear away the thin web of inattention that had formed on her face.

"Oh.. yes.... Once every four years there is a leap year.... Once every four years there is a February (29th).... I forgot about this. Yes... I guess your answer is correct."

You can see the evening star and the glow on the girl's face... And with just one word, the silence of the classroom was shattered...

"Teacher, I must have forgotten February 29 because I wasn't born on February 29th... As for my daughter, I can't forget her birthday, which only comes once every four years, teacher.

The girl thought she would end the game with that, but the story was still not over... The teacher, watching the little boy who had just been arrested, couldn't stop herself and tried to push the girl's blood pressure again...

"Well... then, please tell the teacher something you like about this matter..."

The girl didn't have to think about that.

“A beggar once told me, teacher. . . . Life is a big book full of different problems... If the given information is incomplete in any of them, it is impossible to calculate the exact answer...”

"Oh my god," the teacher exclaimed, pressing her chest with her fists.

"What a wonderful talker... so clever... Look at you, I got that big talk from a beggar with just a flick of my wrist..."

"That's true, teacher... That beggar is not even an ordinary beggar... He's a dirty beggar, teacher."

As the girl said these words, her eyes fluttered like a hawk's wings, looking to the left behind her. She knew he was gone, but she still looked... The boy was no longer in this classroom. The boy, nicknamed "Chief's Son" by his classmates, had accompanied his father to the hospital's transfer at the beginning of his second year of the new class. The boy, who always had furrowed eyebrows and thick books that were not the same size as his companions, had disappeared from that moment on, leaving behind a scar on his forehead, a gift she had given him as a lifelong memory... To the girl

I can only sketch the boy's face...

Just like that...

As the years passed, the boy gradually faded from her memory...

Now....

Once upon a time... Once upon a time... has been left behind so many times...

With her unique brown eyes and beautiful skin, she seemed to be living a simple life like everyone else... but...

When faced with the unexpected and planned grasp of fate's secret fingers... I was horrified to see a river flowing through my heart... That river... That river... A river flowing backwards...

For someone who tends to ignore fate, the moment she first became aware of it was on her twentieth birthday...

It is important to note that this day is February 29, 2008.

That day... she accidentally met a fortune teller...

Spring is not dark, winter is not snowy.. It's a bad time...

The snowdrops are fluttering around...

The cold fingers embraced the night. Looking into the distance, all I could see was the snow covering the snowflakes. In the silence of the snowy night, a small restaurant in a town where a highway bus stops in the middle of the Yangon-Mandalay highway was filled with sleepy life.

In front of the shop, two long-distance buses, Bus No. 1 and Bus No. 2, were parked side by side. Near Bus No. 2, the Prado Pearl Blood driven by Naung Lat stopped softly. The front door opened and a pair of high-heeled shoes and white feet stepped out onto the ground. The owner of these little feet was the speaker. The speaker smiled faintly as she looked at Naung Lat's face. Something in her chest seemed to be empty, her heart was beating softly, if possible, she didn't want to separate from you. Oh... the soft touch