i have a date with leader jae

In the evening, the night was like an invisible net, covering the streets of Tokyo.

As night approaches, ambiguous and fashionable neon lights can be seen everywhere in the street.

Walking along the route of the commercial district, the archway of Kabukicho, the advertisements of izakaya, the windows of high-end clothing stores, and the giant LED display screens made in the square that fit the curves of the shopping malls, the dazzling light shines on everyone in the shopping mall. The side faces of tourists walking through the zebra crossing holding umbrellas are full of prosperous modern atmosphere.

Even the vehicles driving continuously in the rain curtain willfully crush the tire marks on the wet asphalt road, leaving behind the dark puddles rippled by the raindrops to reflect the hazy reflections of the surrounding colorful colors.

This strange heavy rain has lasted for several days over the Kanto region.

Even so, it did not affect the vitality that Tokyo, a crowded and bustling city, should have.

"Hey, did you see that new post? The one with the title "What kind of job can a 16-year-old find in Tokyo"..."

In the brightly lit fast food restaurant, two young people sitting at the bar by the window exchanged their mobile phone screens.

They are roughly still a member of the male high school students. The black one-shoulder bag is neatly placed near the dinner plate, but the memory of the school bag is shy, and the sunken lock can clearly guess how many textbooks and school supplies are not inside. .

High school life in big cities is free and rich, and there is no shortage of such rich and leisurely students who come to fast food restaurants after class and idly chat on their mobile phones.

What the two of them were discussing at the moment was precisely a new post that popped up above the topic of an online interactive anonymous chat room forum "DH" that has been popular in young people's mobile phones in recent years.

No one knows who started the chat room, or even when it first appeared.Everything is like the all-pervasive drizzle in the sky, which penetrated into the depths of the network at just the right time. When people discovered it, it has become a symbol of communication among young people.

Like the post mentioned by the two high school students just now, within a few seconds of re-refreshing, there were already more than ten floors of replies, which was enough to see from the side how hot the traffic in this chat room was.Even if it is a trivial matter, some people are willing to spend time to say a few words.

The huge information rooted in every corner of the world is constantly emerging, being born, and disappearing at a speed of every second.

"The host who posted the post must be a high school student who ran away from home, right?"

The boy near the left side of the seat took the mobile phone handed over by his companion, and couldn't help but sneered after browsing it: "I don't have a student ID card, and I don't have an ID card, and I want to find a job with a high hourly salary. How can such a good thing happen?" what--"

As soon as the words fell, the two of them looked at each other tacitly, and then let out mischievous laughter at the same time.

"No, I want to tell him that he will be severely beaten by the society for posting such posts casually."

Both of them were obviously good players in the forum, and after finishing speaking, they took out their mobile phones to log in to their accounts, intending to give some 'reliable' suggestions to the host.And just as the person on the left was about to type in the phrase 'go to a custom store to be a cowherd, you don't need to look at your ID card', a figure happened to pass across the glass covered with raindrops in front of you.

The boy who raised his head in response glanced at it inadvertently, and in the gap created at that moment, the French fries fell from his mouth.A few seconds later, he finally woke up like a dream, and patted his companion's arm as excitedly as he patted a salted fish.

"Hey, hey, look—"

"what……"

The companion who raised his head due to his friend's urging impatiently raised his head and looked in the direction he was looking directly at, but when he caught the corner of the white clothes from the corner of his vision, his brain lost his language.

"welcome--"

Following the courteous bow of the young lady in uniform, the figure that swayed through the glass window from the side finally walked around to the front door, reached out and pushed open the doorknob of the fast food restaurant.

It seemed to be a wisp of wind and snow drifting from a foreign winter lake, which was blown into the room together with the moisture of the rain, and there was also a piece of frost on the opponent's shoulder.

Her age seems to be only about 20 years old, which is quite young.

The young woman is dragging the trolley of the silver suitcase with her left hand and walking in the fast food restaurant. The snow-colored slim-fit windbreaker slips off with a slight inclination of the shoulders, elegantly revealing a small section of round and white shoulders, and the edge of the windbreaker just happens to be faintly visible. It blocked a certain lavender emblem on the left arm.

Since she entered this space, the surrounding sounds seemed to be gradually absorbed and quiet.

Her texture is so transparent that the bones under the skin can almost be seen. When the eyes are inadvertently deflected, the eyelashes seem to shake off a handful of snow left on the pine branches.

The cold signal released around him made anyone timidly stop in front of the high mountain flower standing on the cliff.

Walking straight to the front desk where the food was ordered, I saw the black-haired woman put down her suitcase and stood at the back of the line with her head up and her elbows in her arms.

She seemed to be staring at the advertising screen above the fast food restaurant, thinking about what to order next, while slightly curling her index finger, and from time to time hooked the thin black choker ribbon in her throat, so as to grab breathing space.

When she finally got to the front of the line, a slightly cold female voice came out of her lips: "Order A set meal."

But there was no response until a few seconds later, she couldn't help but shift her gaze downwards, and cast her gaze to the cashier at the counter, with an obvious slight doubt in her eyes: "What's wrong?"

Only then did the cashier girl realize that she had been staring at the other party in a daze for a long time impolitely, her cheeks flushed, she quickly lowered her head and quickly pressed the button on the machine: "Sorry! Please, please wait a moment!"

"Set A Double Cheeseburger + Apple Pie + Vanilla Milkshake, 890 yen thanks to you!"

Seeing the cashier re-entering the working state to quote, Ogihara Shimoha didn't think too much, took out the wallet in the coat pocket and opened it.

The scene inside the wallet was not very optimistic, but she only briefly paused with her fingertips on the top, and without much hesitation, she held the last [-] yen bill left in it and handed it to the cashier for change.

The entire delivery process was not too long. After placing the order, she received the order number handed to her by the cashier and randomly found an empty seat around to sit down and wait.

The conversation in the fast food restaurant became noticeably quieter now, the environment was brightly lit, and the air was filled with the smell of cheap frying, everything was still within the tolerable range.

The 22-year-old Shuang Ye had just ended her four-year relationship that was doomed to fail.After breaking up with her second unreliable ex-boyfriend, she left everything alone and flew back to her homeland from a vast and bitterly cold foreign country.

Due to her past work and other unspeakable complications, she has been traveling all over the world since she was 16 years old, and has almost no chance of returning to China.

I have neither feelings nor money. When I return to a familiar country and hear a familiar language, what emerges in my heart is not nostalgia for a while, but a strange sense of wandering and at a loss. I don’t know how to find my own position. Emotions.

But Shuangye always knew how to self-regulate. Sitting bored and waiting, she clicked on the desktop, then habitually took out the mobile phone in her arms, and pressed and held the power button to turn it on.

After waking up the screen, the first thing that jumped into her eyes was a reminder of a new email. Seeing this, she paused her fingers slightly, and then obeyed her wish, moved to the top of the email that she had sent on a regular basis since she entered the city, and tapped lightly. a bit.

"Welcome to Shinjuku~"

It's like some kind of spam advertisements on mobile phones.

After reading every sentence on the screen with eyes, Shuang Ye threw the email from 'Gan Le' into the trash bin with a blank face, and then turned to open the frequently used app on the last grid of the main page application.

DH, the abbreviation of Dead House, an alternative online community she is very familiar with.

It was also the chat room forum where the two young men were discussing before.

Shuang Ye stared at her mobile phone screen calmly, and the icon of a fast-running mouse flashed past the lower right corner of the Loading interface reflected in her eyes, and then officially entered the homepage of the chat room.

The whole tone is dominated by black and white to suit the aesthetics of the eyeball.

The homepage is composed of multiple virtual chat rooms that can be freely joined or specifically locked. The column on the left has interactive and clear-looking building posts. At the top, there are often pushes about the latest "colorless gang DOLLARS" that broke into the city 100% detailed information on Haruno's 'Phantom Thieves of Heart' and other anecdotes.

Frost Leaf bypassed the special area, and clicked on the post she posted half a month ago at the top. Not surprisingly, the delicious bait thrown out would not be easy for anyone to take the bait so quickly. After a cursory browse, she still failed to get a useful answer from it. .

Did not get effective progress, and did not receive the desired email.

Until now, she didn't know what she was still looking forward to.

Thinking of this, a dark area of ​​Shuangye's chest became agitated for no reason, and she pressed the lock screen button without seeing it.

In an instant, all the complicated information disappeared from her eyes, leaving only the reflection of her indifferent face on the black screen, allowing her to slowly calm down the absurd sense of emptiness in her heart.

At this moment, the food she ordered finally arrived at the door.

"Excuse me, this is the set meal A you ordered...ah!" The waiter who disturbed Shuangye's thoughts walked towards her with a tray, but she didn't know if the guests who had left earlier had not pushed the chairs properly, and she was messed up. The legs of the stool were squatted.

Seeing that the dinner plates were about to fall to the ground like a capsized boat, at an extremely critical moment, a white and beautiful hand suddenly stretched out from the waiter's field of vision and helped her stabilize the dinner plate in time.

"Be careful, don't fall and hurt yourself."

Shuang Ye, who successfully saved her own dinner, put the food on the table for her, and her eyes naturally fell on the girl's young face.

It was a delicate girl with twin ponytails. The two tufts of silky hair were like a sea of ​​forest flicking quietly, but her own voice was also very soft.

The girl who didn't expect that she would cause trouble to others began to bow continuously: "Ah, yes... yes! I'm so sorry!"

She was probably very afraid that she would lose the job because of this, but she still pretended to be calm, noticing that there was no intention of pursuing from Shuangye, the girl gradually raised the corners of her eyes.

When it was completely reflected on Shuangye's face, curiosity inexplicably forced her to speak tentatively: "Hey... are you a mixed race?"

As soon as she asked this sentence, she immediately reflected on what she seemed to have offended, and began to politely scratch her cheek to apologize: "I'm sorry, I'm just suddenly curious, because your temperament feels a little different... "

Shuangye didn't mind her reckless question, but she couldn't give an accurate answer here.

Because, without the past, she actually doesn't know the answer to this question at all.

After thinking about it, Shuangye could only throw out a message in the end: "...Maybe it's because I stayed abroad for a long time before?"

"So that's how it is..."

But to get this answer from her mouth, the girl is already satisfied.She looked at Shuang Ye who had always patiently responded to her, and after a while, she couldn't help but wink at her, pursing her lips and showing a sincere smile: "Miss is a kind person..."

Not only did he stop the dinner plate that was about to fall for her, but he also patiently responded to his own nonsensical questions... Moreover, he should have seen his age, but he never embarrassed her here.

Every person intertwined in the world has their own unknown past, and they meet somewhere because of intersections and connections.Being able to hold such a suitable distance and temperature to strangers, in this cold big city where everyone is indifferent, probably counts as unexpected warmth.

"Ah, I'm going back to work! Thank you so much for your help!"

Seemingly realizing that she stayed too long, the girl came to her senses, clasped her palms together and thanked Shuangye again for saving her mistake, and hurriedly returned to her work post.

It wasn't until the revived figure disappeared into the work room that Shuang Ye looked away, and took a bite of the straw with her vanilla milkshake.

The paper cup wall is still hot.

"Good guy...?"

She stared at the blurred reflection on the glass window, and her vague and slightly self-deprecating voice seemed to disappear in the rain outside the window.