[Tutorial] When the strategy is in progress

"Sister Mi, you're drunk, Uncle Kawada didn't carry anyone." Xiaochun, who was sitting next to her, hurried to help her up, "There's no Miss Nakajima either."

Mi raised his head to look at Kawada, the other person's face was pale, but he was still trying to maintain his composure, his eyes were flickering and erratic, which reflected that he knew the person she was talking about. "Yes!" She half-closed her eyes, muttered in dissatisfaction, and stretched out her hand to cover her bruised shoulder, "We played tennis together before, and I almost got dislocated."

"Isn't Naoko Kawada the one who played tennis with you?" Adele, who was sitting on the side, spoke, holding the teacup with one hand, and sat firmly in her original position.

"No, no!" Mi shook her head and corrected, stretched out her left hand and clenched her fist in a daze, "Miss Naoko is Miss Naoko!" Then she stretched out her right hand and clenched into a fist, "Miss Nakajima is Miss Nakajima!" Mi Putting her two fists together and intersecting her ten fingers, she stared at her clasped fingers, as if she saw the souls suppressing and intertwining each other in the same body. "They are different!"

"But..." Mi spread out her hands, revealing her white and tender palms, staring at her palms in a trance, and then looked at Uncle Kawada standing stiffly at the door with those sleepy but hidden warning eyes, "Both How can they coexist in the same body?" Mi smiled and wrapped her right hand around the left hand that was clenched again, "The only weak thing is to disappear."

Mi blew on his hands, opened his eyes wide and looked at Uncle Kawada who looked desperate, then bit his left hand as a gesture, and smiled innocently, "Ms. Naoko's complexion doesn't seem to be very good."

Her tone of voice didn't look like she was drunk at all, Mi seemed to be warning the other party very seriously.

'Crack' Uncle Kawada slammed the door away, and the sound of fast running slowly spread far away.

"Sister Mi, what are you talking about? Xiaochun couldn't understand it at all."

"Nothing." Mi leaned back on the table again and closed her eyes. She didn't want to stand by and watch how the family was entangled by resentful spirits, and she didn't want to be drawn into this vortex. All she could do was "just a kind reminder." .”

Perhaps this family has done a lot of excessive things to that resentful spirit, perhaps this family is not as ordinary and harmless as she saw, but it is really difficult for her to turn a blind eye.

My thoughts drifted away slowly, and the noise in my ears also gradually faded away, my mind seemed to have fallen into a deep valley, and all the noise was isolated, and the whole person became calm and relaxed.

When the thirst forced Mi to wake up from her sleep, she hadn't reacted yet. She had a severe headache and her throat was very thirsty. Mi stayed on the bed for a while and thought about the past, then walked towards the low table in the room weakly and fell down. Several glasses of water.

She seemed to have exposed something in front of everyone before. Mi glanced at the Japanese-style room she was in. Her backpack was still placed by the bed, and she was still in the hot spring hotel. Someone must have brought her back.

Well, I’ll explain it next time. I rubbed my temples. My sore head made Mi not want to think about anything at all. Just as I was about to crawl back to the bed, some unbearable hunger came from my stomach.

Speaking of which, she didn't seem to have moved for dinner today.

Mi clutched her stomach and rummaged through her backpack, only to find a piece of bread. The night breeze blew in from the unclosed window, which instantly cooled Mi, who was a little hot. She looked at the watery moonlight outside the window and had a sudden idea I want to go outside to see the moon.

But for this kind of Japanese-style house, it is troublesome to go to the courtyard to see the moon, why not go to the roof?

Mi smiled and turned to the window eaves, climbed up the beam above the corridor, and then successfully climbed to the roof, watching the moon gnawing bread.

It was quiet all around, and Mi took out her mobile phone to check the time, only to find that it was already two or three o'clock, too many lights in the house had been turned off, only the moonlight above her head was shining quietly, adding a sense of tranquility and comfort.

Mi didn't care whether the roof was dirty or not, and leaned directly on it. The night wind was a bit chilly, blowing away the drowsiness and making Mi more awake.The night is not very good tonight. Except for the moon, the surrounding stars are almost covered by clouds and cannot be seen. There is a bright crescent moon in my eyes, and my mood is as calm as this moonlight, as gentle as a still lake.

There was some confusion in her head, half of which was clear will, and half was cloudy thoughts. Mi sat up and lowered her head, her long black hair covered her face. She slowly raised her head, her hair messed up in front of her face, and she began to blow her hair in a funny way. With the hair covering her face, Mi felt interested that she could go out and scare people like this.

"So stupid." There was a sneering voice, he was stunned for a moment, and then straightened his hair. "Are you fighting again? Ms. Nakajima?"

Izumi Nakajima did not speak. She arrived at some time and sat not far from Mi, looking up at the moon. The soft moonlight made Izumi Nakajima, who looked like a ghost from hell, calmed down a bit. , Mi sensed this kind of peace, so naturally he didn't want to destroy this atmosphere.

"It's strange, Ms. Nakajima, why do people have so many obsessions?" Mi embraced her knees, turned her head and asked Nakajima Izumi, from her perspective, she could vaguely see from Nakajima Izumi's half covered hair. A little festering pus scar appeared on the covered face.

"Because it's stupid." Nakajima Izumi answered unequivocally, but the answer seemed to scold herself.

"Hey..." Mi propped her chin with one hand. On the one hand, she felt that it was incredible that they were still fighting so peacefully before, but on the other hand, she liked this feeling very much and didn't want to break the "I don't know I Will he stay in the world because of obsession after death?"

Probably not, after her death, even her soul will be bound to the body, unable to become a Buddha.

"I'll find out if I get hit by a car tomorrow." Izumi Nakajima replied, "Of course you can also try jumping from here."

"Even if I jump from a higher place, I won't die." Mi smiled, judging from his current physique with cat transformation skills, the possibility of falling to death is very small "and my fate is fixed, There’s no need for me to end it myself.”

"I won't live long."

The wraith around her didn't speak, as if she didn't want to talk to her. In such a quiet place, there is a 'person' who is willing to stay by her side and 'listen'. It is indeed a good way to confide. Maybe it is the power of alcohol that has taken off all her defenses. , Even the shoulders that still hurt a little when she moved were ignored by her, Mi put her chin on her knees, and hugged her whole body into a ball, "Death is approaching, but I can't stop it. It should be a sad thing, but I I don’t have the slightest sense of reality, maybe it’s not the last moment yet.”

"Just thinking about how sad my family and friends will be makes me feel bad too. But it's something I can't stop."

"Actually, I'm very curious. What will make me desperate to commit suicide in the future, and I can't save it, but all I can do now is to wait for that day to come."

"Thinking about dying, I feel that there are still many things to do, but I don't know what to do, so I don't know what to do."

"There are already many things that I don't want to refuse anymore, but I can't accept it now. I really don't want to turn into such a situation in the future. Miss Nakajima, what do you think I should do?"

Izumi Nakajima didn't look at her, and his answer was so fast that one couldn't help but suspect that the other party was not thinking at all, "I don't know."

"Is that so..." Mi's voice seemed to be sighing, "Miss Nakajima, how long are you going to stay here? When are you willing to let go of your hatred and become a Buddha?"

"Wait until this family is dead." Nakajima Izumi replied coldly, and finally turned his head to look at her, the coldness in his eyes made people feel cold, "And I will not become a Buddha, I, including my resentment, will All go to hell."

"Why do you hate this family so much?" Mi pressed his chin in confusion and asked, "Did they do something? But everyone doesn't look like a bad person."

"What do you know?" Izumi Nakajima stared at her coldly, no matter how soothing and soft the moonlight was, she couldn't soothe the resentment gathered in her eyes, she seemed to want to make a move, but put down her hand as if she was worried about something, "Are you How can you understand!"

She gouged out Mi's eyes fiercely and then left, leaving behind Mi who didn't know why.

Originally, I wanted to inquire about it, but Ms. Nakajima didn't want to talk about it.

"Who are you talking to?" A sudden voice made Mi almost slip off the roof, and she hurriedly stabilized herself, Mi looked at the person coming.

"Good evening, Yanzhen." She said to the boy standing outside the corridor, smiling in a daze, "It's nothing."

The red-haired boy didn't answer, and his expression was calm and calm. Mi suddenly remembered that since the news of being together with Watanabe spread, the other party's attitude became a little unpredictable. It wasn't completely alienated, but it wasn't close either. up.Mi couldn't figure out what the other party was thinking, and didn't know when the other party was standing there and how much he heard, so he could only stir up another topic, "It's so late, isn't Yan Zhen still resting?"

"There is a little matter, but it has been resolved." He replied vaguely, and Mi noticed that he seemed to be coming back from the corridor leading to the outside. "how about you?"

Such unfamiliar conversations made Mi a little uncomfortable, she bent a faint smile, looking a little deserted and lonely under the moonlight, "I have a headache, so I came out to blow some air."

Mi thought that Yanzhen would leave, because the two of them were really alienated from each other, but she didn't expect Yanzhen to climb up to the roof along the fence outside the corridor, and sat on the tiles not far from her. place.

He didn't even slide down? !Mi was silently shocked in her heart.

"That day, why didn't you marry Makoto Watanabe?" The two were silent for a long time before he asked slowly, his face calm.

Mi tightened her grip, her black eyes narrowed slightly, "Because my intentions are false."

"The acting skills are not bad. I fooled everyone." Mi Gou smiled, and the past that she had repeatedly accumulated suddenly reappeared. The other party was dead, and she was the despicable real culprit. She designed this trick to deceive him away. Such a tender feeling of a person. "The closeness from the very beginning is a trap. The acquaintance, acquaintance, and love are all fake."

"I thought you figured it out, sorry, maybe I shouldn't have used that word." Yan Zhen looked at her sideways, and the once childish picture had become clear before she noticed it "It's just that at the prom that day I was really surprised to see you."

"But I didn't expect Watanabe to die." He turned his head and stared into Mi's eyes, not wanting to miss any of Mi's reactions.

"Well, I didn't expect that I would kill him." Mi's smile was already too perfunctory and cold, and there was irreparable regret that anyone could see in his eyes.

Compared with Mi's words, Yan Zhen seemed more surprised. He didn't seem to know that Mi was the one who killed Watanabe. On the other hand, thinking about this matter had been blocked by Peng Gelie, it was not enough for him not to know. Surprised "Why?"

"Yan really knows, An Zhi is my sister's business."

"When I was very young, my home was destroyed by people from the Ssangyong Society. My mother exchanged her own life for mine. I thought that everyone was dead, and I was the only one living in a meager existence." Mi Talking in the tone of a cold bystander, he briefly described what happened at that time. "But at that time, I couldn't accept these at all. I tried my best to forget the hatred, my family, because I couldn't bear those things at all. I tried my best to reject all the memories that would make me collapse, until I met So there is no dead An Zhi."

"Now that I've remembered it, how can I live on my own accord anymore." Mi summed it up in a few words, saving so much process and repetition, but there was still a bitterness in his heart that began to ferment.

"I don't want to hurt Watanabe, and I don't want to hurt those guys who are just carrying out orders, but how can people be reconciled to the fact that the real mastermind is dead? Anyway, the crime lies in power and corruption, and the crime lies in the despicableness of human nature. It’s the basic reason why they are so wanton and rampant.”

"It's really contradictory and funny. Human beings are suffering from the situation created by evil, and they are freed by creating evil. I am also a member of this despicable person. I can't do it as if everything is over."

"The whole plan was unexpectedly smooth, and I made the Ssangyong Club completely disappear in Japan with ease. It's so simple that I feel a little incredible."

Without the hail of bullets and power strife, she simply wiped out one of Japan's largest leading gangs.

As long as I think back to the past, the fear and helplessness, the feeling of sadness that I just want to cry forever, I can't control the emotion in my heart, "Sorry, I said so many strange words." Mi Press Cursing his forehead, he dared not look at the expressions of the people around him, "It's a bad mood, right..."

Mi's expression was cold, and the remaining tenderness in the corners of her eyes turned into cold sarcasm. Even after doing this, she was still unhappy. The dead are already dead, and it is impossible to come back to life again.

And she, it seems, is no longer the quiet and gentle little girl she used to be.

Hate the bustle and fear the deserted, almost paranoid longing for a fully fulfilled sense of security.Even if she is afraid, if it is not necessary to show it, she will firmly press her heart and show a calm smile. Although it seems that she is the only one who has not changed, Mi knows that she has changed since she did not know when.

"It's not like this." The deep and soft voice fell on my heart like the tune of a cello, without consolation or vigorous denial, so light that people couldn't hear the emotions contained in it "I think, I can understand you, whether it is Whether it's revenge, or the current mood."

Mi turned his head with some doubts, and happened to meet Shang Yanzhen's red eyes. The warm color has accumulated the dust of time, and there is only a very faint warmth in the calm and calm eyes, but as long as you stare carefully Looking into those eyes, you can see the gentleness that sinks in the eyes, like a swamp.

"My family was also killed when I was young." He just said this and Mi looked at him in a daze, not knowing how to react.

"After I found out that you were the daughter of that person, I really didn't know what to do. The person I fell in love with turned out to be the daughter of the murderer of my father and enemy. I thought such a bloody plot would never happen in reality. But fortunately, I finally figured it out, it was just the real murderer's framing of Peng Geli." Yan Zhen's words made Mi take a breath silently and put it down silently.

He said this intermittently, and then stopped abruptly. What he wanted to express was a little unclear. It took him a while to continue, "I can understand you."

Although she knew that the other party had been living with her companion all the time, and Zhenmei had revealed some of it from time to time, but it was the first time that the other party presented such information so straightforwardly that she was a little at a loss.

Yanzhen is the same as her, no, Yanzhen is much harder than her, and his burden is much heavier than her who has forgotten everything. The cowardly, timid and gloomy child in memory has long been wearing heavy shackles Yet?So even the smile is so cautiously afraid of rejection.

The wind calmed down, the crescent moon sank into the clouds, and her whole body became even darker. She couldn't see Yanzhen's appearance clearly, only a vague outline remained. Mi stood up and moved to Yanzhen's side, stretching out her arms to hug her He touched the opponent's head and buried it gently in his chest.

The other party was stiff for a moment, but soon eased down.

"Do you still like me, Yanzhen?" Those things that are within reach, really don't want to just let go, even if she can't have them for a long time, she is still greedy for that momentary sense of warmth and security.

"Five years later, come and marry me, okay?"

The author has something to say: Who still remembers the chapter where the rocket launcher ended up in the water ten years later, and seven years later, the chapter where Mi passed through to his own wedding, the promise that the future Yanzhen said refers to this, the future In the realization step by step, Ya also walked towards death step by step.

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