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Although he said so, Fujimaru Tateka couldn't feel Getia's malice at all.

Magical thinking should be based on absolute rationality, which is impossible for humans. He quickly accepted the fact that the brain circuits of the two are different.

And that expression... so familiar.

Fujimaru Tachika thought hard for a while before suddenly remembering that it should be his expression.To be precise, when I participated in the composition competition when I was a child, the parents recorded the expressions as if they had discovered a new world after learning that they had won the accidental award.

As for why the memory is so vivid, it is probably because the photos are still kept at home. Parents point to the photos and say that he thinks he will become a writer in the future when sorting out every year.

There is a contractual relationship between the master and the servants, and Fujimaru Tatsuka used to dream of the past of various heroes from time to time.It was only then that he began to think that although the reason for his contract with Getia was confusing, he could dream about the past of Jerusalem, and maybe Getia dreamed about his past.

Getia would always call him his destiny, but not vice versa.The incineration of human principles made Fujimaru Tachika a living body. What exists here now is the collection of memories of that journey, and Gaetia is the one who created this collection.

Those eyes that have seen all kinds of human beings finally fell on him. If the posture of this king hadn't had the opportunity to reappear in the world, the only person in the world who knows his true face is Fujimaru Tachika.

That unique feeling may have filled the hearts of human beings from a long time ago.

"Have you ever dreamed about me?" Fujimaru Tachika asked, thinking about finding herself sleeping in Magic Shi's arms, the distance was too close.

After the words came out of his mouth, he suddenly realized that he was being too direct, and was thinking of adding a sentence or two, so that there was room for detours in the scene, but he didn't mean to avoid it.

"Yeah." Getia replied, and he put on a look that I can tell you as much as you want to hear, "I was riding home at dusk, because I was hiding a puppy and fell into the bushes and stained my clothes , I didn’t want my family to worry, so I climbed up to the second floor and entered my room with my bare hands, and my neighbor almost called the police for a thief.”

"……hiss."

"In order to save the cat in the park, I climbed to the big tree, but the cat scratched me and fell from it."

"...Because it was frightened..." Fujimaru Tatsuka's mouth twitched, feeling that he had opened up a topic that was not very good for him.

"I dozed off in class, and there were four or five chalk marks on my forehead when class was over. Oh, and, when I turned in my homework, the homework that was supposed to fly to the podium accidentally shaved off the math teacher's wig."

"Please don't say any more!!" Fujimaru Tachika tried to stop Magic Shi's eloquent mouth, and said in order to win the round, "Now Bajiquan ex experience coupons are distributed for free, do you want one? ?”

He raised his eyebrows: "Oh, let me see?"

"..."

Seeing that the person stopped talking, Gaitia snorted shortly, as a mockery that he was struggling to even move his arms. Even so, the magic formula still fell to the ground, and he didn't mind that the ground was open with small pool of blood.

The blood has long flowed into his clothes along the warp and weft of the fabric, just like water rushing to the soil, leaving only wet traces.Even though it can drive the body of life, it can't maintain its own color in the air, and after a while, it condenses into an embarrassing black scab.

Black and red weave patterns on the pure white, but the owner does not intend to erase them all, because this is a living proof left by a special existence in the human group.

Human beings are always so fragile, yet so stubborn.

When seeing the magic knife, Fujimaru Tatsuka had an ominous premonition in his heart: "You don't want to do it yourself...?"

"Because you have the value of me doing it myself." Gaitia replied while pinching the blade used to pick out the bullet.

……

Several days had passed since the Leibo Street incident before Fujimaru Tatsuka got permission to go out.

In the ward, Osamu Dazai was leaning on the stacked pillows, his face pale with blood loss. When Fujimaru Tatsuka entered, he was reading a book with yellowed edges, which he had read many times.

"Hey, Fujimaru-kun." Osamu Dazai greeted the young man without raising his head, and said, "Help me get the water glass over there, it's not very convenient for me now."

Fujimaru Tachika looked at his wrapped right arm, and then at his own wrapped left arm, for a moment he didn't know what to do with this bossy expression.

In the end, it was Kunikida who went up and down and chopped Dazai Osamu's head with a knife, helped him take the water cup, and then came over to help Fujimaru Tachika unload the goods: "How many times have I said, don't order others casually!"

Before coming, Fujimaru Tatsuka went to the flower shop and bought two things. Because the right hand had to hold the flower pot, the lady in the flower shop hung the visiting bouquet around the young man's neck.

So much so that his appearance now doesn't look like he came to see a doctor, but a bit begging for food.

Moisturized by the water, the bouquet exudes a faint fragrance, floating in the ward, which is refreshing.

Kunikida Doppo still had things to do, and it was impossible to take care of Osamu Dazai without leaving him, so he briefly explained a few words, and went out uneasy.

The door creaked open and another person walked in.

Nakahara Nakaya looked left and right, hung the visiting bouquet in his hand around Fujimaru Tachika's neck, and said, "Tsk, I can only put it here."

Fujimaru Tatsuka felt the weight on her neck come back: ...

"Oh, what about me, don't you just prepare a bouquet for Fujimaru-kun? It's too unfair!" Osamu Dazai said slowly on the bed, everyone could see that he did it on purpose.

The orange-haired youth made an unfriendly gesture, and replied, "It's not for you. After all, it's a great loss to the world that you didn't die there, bastard Dazai!"

He had heard about the incident on Raibo Street, because the Detective Agency and Getia protected the two respectively, so he was only able to meet Fujimaru Tachika and Dazai Osamu at this time.

He wandered back and forth for a while on the symmetrical arms of the two people, and thought: "You guys... it's quite symmetrical, thinking about getting a one-armed two-man hero?"

The voice just fell, and the opposite party denied his opinion with one voice.

"Please, don't get us together."

"Haha, I feel the same way as Fujimaru-kun!"

Fujimaru Tachika rolled his eyes. The large and small wounds on his body had been healed by Gaetia's magic long ago, but he had a problem with his left hand. He could only wait to leave here and go back to discuss the solution with King Xian.

Dazai Osamu couldn't hide the fact that he couldn't use his left hand, so Getia simply wrapped him up with bandages and gauze.

Although it sounds simple, in fact, after the bandage is removed and injected with magic power, its hardness is not inferior to that of a finely crafted sword. The defensive formula is engraved on the gauze, which can defend against chanting magic of less than three bars. As long as the magic power is infused properly, even etiquette Spells can also be resisted, which is equivalent to adding two magic dresses.

He shook his head, clearing all the thoughts that had radiated from his mind.Because even with the entrustment of Fujimaru Tatsuka to lubricate, there will be no major changes in the pattern of confrontation between forces in Yokohama. This time, Nakahara Nakahara came here in person, and there should be something important to say.

Then, Fujimaru Tateka saw Nakahara Nakahara take out an oil-based pen, raised the corners of his mouth, and went straight to the plaster cast that Osamu Dazai was slapping.

He wrote wildly, and at the end he didn't forget to ask: "Fujimaru, do you want to come and play?"

Fujimaru Tachika looked at the densely written mackerel bastard. He didn't know how many times Nakahara Chuya had practiced secretly. At least his handwriting was elegant and imposing. He thought to himself: You didn't leave me a place at all, Chuya!

Osamu Dazai, who had plaster on his arms and legs, was unable to move, and could only be slaughtered by the oil-based pen. He sighed, picked up the cup next to him and smashed it: "Sorry, I can't let you be happy there alone Damn, this cup was brought here just for this moment, there are more grooves on the hat than in your brain, Mr. Slug!"

When the two quarreled, there was no room for others. Fujimaru Tateka stood silently for a while, coughing several times during the period, but did not attract the attention of the other party.

That's all, if there is really an urgent matter, Zhongyuan Zhong will not have leisure and Dazai Osamu choking.

Thinking this way, he quickly exited the ward.

Someone was waiting at the end of the corridor. Gaitia changed into a shirt and trousers today, and wore a long windbreaker. She was tall and slender, quite eye-catching. Her long blond hair was tied with a moonlight shell ribbon, and the ends of her hair occasionally dangled a few times. Next, as if aware of Fujimaru Tachika's gaze, he also raised his head to accept that gaze.

Fujimaru Tachika quickened his pace and rushed to him, and stopped him when he was about to take off the bouquet around his neck: "This is yours."

Saying that, he stuffed the flower pot into Getia's hand.

Magically holding the pot of daffodils, he was speechless, and after a long while, he hummed muffledly.

Needless to say, he knew what it was, Sharon's daffodils.

You're going to have trouble with Solomon, Gaetia originally wanted to say that.Suddenly, something jumped in my body.

The daffodils of Sharon, the water lilies of the valley, the flowers blooming on the ground after winter, are all sung in the poems.

At that time, when he learned that he was going to fight hard to get the bullet, Fujimaru Tateka hesitated, and protested in a very low voice without any confidence: "Then can I abstain automatically? I don't want you to do it yourself. I think it's with Dr. Xie Ye." Just fine..."

"It's late." He said in a flat tone.

"Then can you give me something, the ground is a bit cold." As if to prove that what he said was true, the young man shivered, losing so much blood, it is normal to feel cold.

Gaitia thought for a while, discarded the knife, and picked up the man halfway.The temperature in the arms is much cooler than the night when they hugged and slept together, like a cold wind blowing up in the sky, trying to disperse the warm sunlight.

Because of the movement, the pain immediately waved like a tide. Fujimaru Tateka took a breath, and grabbed the clothes woven by his magic power with his fingers. The originally flat fabric extended out of the folds of the mountains.

"pain……"

"Then remember, I will only be the one who bestows on you the joy of returning to nothingness." Getia paused, and then said, "Tell me something else, you still remember it now."

In the dark night, the gilt characters are still being compiled in an orderly manner, its brilliance is soft and full of vitality.

Fujimaru Tatsuka's forehead was pressed against his shoulder, and the fabric was not feeling the slightest drop. He couldn't see Fujimaru Tatsuka's expression clearly. After a while, he heard the young man's inconstant voice: "Because the winter is over and the rain stops. Live in the past... a hundred flowers are blooming on the ground, and the time for a hundred birds to sing has come."

No one is more familiar with this hymn than Gaetia. It was written by King Solomon. It is the Song of Songs, and it has been circulated in the holy city and around the world. It is a true eternal song.

"The voice of the turtledove is also heard in our territory." He continued in a low voice, driving the magic at hand to pick out the bullet stuck in the young man's shoulder first.

When the heavy object fell to the ground, I heard Fujimaru Tachika's voice tremble and became a little weak, but he still read it knowingly, intermittently: "The fruit of the fig tree is gradually ripening, and the vine is blooming and releasing fragrance. "

Pain can blur reason and nerves, and such a hard challenge is challenging the limits and endurance of the human body.Extreme pain only needs to be tasted once, and the rest is superfluous.

Gaitia planned to use magic to stun him, but at the same time, he did not forget to sneer: "Why, Fujimaru Tachika, have you converted to religion?"

Words written in accordance with God’s will will always return to God. Everything described in the poem, the wedding described, actually comes from God’s grace.

Fujimaru Tachika broke out in a cold sweat, but still answered him: "Human language and writing, you can't just look at the inside, sometimes the surface is also important, just like..."

Before he finished speaking, the anesthetic and hypnotic effects brought by the magic made him fall into a deep dream, leaving the magic formula alone to face the silence in the room.

surface.

Gaitia chewed on the words for a rare moment, and ordered the repair magic to start working as if nothing had happened.

There is only one reason why he stops and thinks.

Because the song is still babbling about it.

—Don't disturb, don't wake my beloved, wait until he wills.

You can really write, that man.Getia thought a little bored.The inside of the cavity trembled, as the song says, winter is over, and a hundred flowers bloom on the ground.