I have special resignation skills

"That..." Kyoko shook her head in a panic. She wanted to say something, but suddenly froze, and her face turned red when she was hesitating.

"Well... this..." Gang Ji couldn't say anything for a while, he lowered his head in an evasive manner, and the tips of his ears were also blushing.

Xiaochun looked at the two, with an imperceptible sense of disappointment in her buoyant smile.

Shino looked at her thoughtfully.

"Hello." In the end it was Mao who broke the calm.

"Ah... hello." Kyoko brushed her hair, and smiled at her generously, "My name is Sasakawa Kyoko, and I'm Tsuna-kun's friend."

After the two greeted each other, the atmosphere became slightly peaceful.

"Gang, do you have any plans?" Mao has never been good at planning, except of course annihilating the enemy.

Tsuna also recovered from the embarrassment and immediately settled down.After all, he is Vongola's tenth generation in the future, and the calmness and self-control that belongs to Vongola flows in his blood.

Naturally picking up on Mao's words, he asked, "Mao, are you hungry, do you want to eat something?"

Kyoko saw that they were talking as if they were old friends who had known each other for several years. Although she didn't know Mao, she still had a position in her heart.

mao... the name is somewhat familiar.

"Hmph, Xiaochun is going to eat too!" Xiaochun took Jingzi's arm again and said loudly, "Jingzi, let's go to the cake shop, today is Wednesday!"

Before Jingzi had time to think about it, Xiaochun staggered her.

Speaking of Bingsheng's food, Mao, who has lived in this city for a period of time, dare not say that he knows it very well.Different from the unknown blood and violence under Yokohama's beautiful appearance, Bu Sheng always has a kind of magical power to guide her to explore it a little bit.

Strictly speaking, the store she loves is not very famous, and the only sign that can be used to compare with other popular stores is the age of this store.This is an old shop, a family heirloom passed down from generation to generation by the owner.

The owner of the shop hoped to pass on the name of the shop, so he did not follow the trend to change the name of the shop to attract people.

There are gains and losses.Although the store manager has kept a complete inheritance, many young people look at the name of the store with a sense of age, and they sneer and enter the online celebrity store opposite.

The low customer flow is also related to the location of this store. The store faces the sun and falls in front of a small river, which is a place where tourists rarely pass by.Occasionally, four or five elderly nearby residents would come over.

There are rattan chairs and parasols outside the store for guests to enjoy the shade, and the unknown goose yellow flowers are shaking their petals happily in the breeze.

Sitting in a familiar position, the sunlight was half covered by the old-fashioned parasol beside the table, and shone obliquely on Mao's body.Hanging under the eaves are still the simple wind chimes of the past, and they make crisp and familiar sounds as they collide with each other.

Mao leaned back in the chair, quietly enjoying this long-lost feeling.

"It's not bad, it's still the same as before." She took a deep breath and said with a smile.

Maybe Chuya is right, she needs to relax...

"Yeah." In fact, Tsuna didn't have much time to have fun, so it's been a long time since I came here this time.

Tsuna Kichi looked at Shino who squinted slightly and looked into the distance, and the picture in his mind couldn't help but overlap with that of a few years ago.

This store is actually a treasure dug out by Mao.It was Mao who was in the "Qing" shop all the way, and "Qing" came to this little-known old shop.

The store manager is old, but his only son has become the owner of a listed company and is unwilling to inherit the store, so the store manager can only guard his baby here.

To be honest, the environment and desserts here are not comparable to well-known shops, but Mao is the shop manager who likes the quietness here with few people and smiles and tells her his past stories.

Mao often sits here while blowing the soft wind, while listening to the store manager's soft narration.

Gang Ji would join them sometimes, and at that time, it was usually evening, when the setting sun was pressing down on the clouds, and everything reflected by the warm light was so beautiful and relaxing.

"That's right." Mao handed a box that he had been holding to Tsunayoshi, "This is for you."

Tsunakichi remembered the expensive gifts that Mao had given him before, and he quickly took them lightly.According to Mao's packaging of the gift before, it should be a fragile item.

Or wait until you get home and think about how to return the gift.

However, Mao didn't give him this chance, and her tone was brisk with a rare urging: "Open it and have a look."

"Ah... good." Gang Ji clasped both sides of the box and moved it up slightly.

Inside lay a brown plush rabbit, staring at Tsuna with big dark eyes, as if mocking his cautiousness.

This... doesn't follow the routine?The workmanship of the rabbit is not very good, it is the kind of doll that can be bought on the street.

Seeing Tsunaki staring at the rabbit without speaking, Mao asked, "How, does it look like you!"

"Like!" Tsuna quickly replied.

It seems that there is nothing else.He breathed a sigh of relief, now he doesn't have to worry about returning the gift.

Mao was very happy to be affirmed by herself, and she said again: "This is between my brother and me."

Is it Mao's elder brother? Tsunayoshi still remembers Mao's reaction back then, but he didn't expect that their relationship has eased a lot now.

After giving the gift to Tsunayoshi, Mao turned his head to the shop.

"I don't know if the store manager still remembers me." Mao said, then got up and walked towards the store.

Tsunakichi walked into the shop with Shino.

"I must remember!" Gang Ji nodded firmly.

Shino's footsteps paused.It was really a long, long time. When she was a Dai Li, it was several years in the blink of an eye, but a human being is so long in just one year.

Seeing that Mao suddenly stopped walking, Tsuna Kichi directly grabbed Mao's sleeve and led her inside.

"The store manager must remember." He repeated.

This time Mao nodded vigorously, held Tsunaki's palm with his backhand, and smiled at him: "Yeah!"

The two walked into the store, but the person at the counter was not the kind old grandfather in the past, but a middle-aged man with a somewhat familiar face.

"Excuse me, is the store manager Takahashi here?" Tsuna thought it was a waiter or acting store manager hired by the store manager.

This was not the case before.

The middle-aged man's expression froze for a moment, his fingers slid a few times on the smooth table, and then he raised his head and said slowly: "He's gone."

"Then do you know where he is?" Gang Ji asked again when he saw the strange reaction of the middle-aged man.

It seems that this person doesn't want to talk about it.

The middle-aged man fell silent again. He seemed to be struggling to organize his words, his lips were trembling but no sound came out.

"...I am the son of store manager Takahashi, the current store manager Takahashi."

"What..." Tsuna was surprised, but there was an infinite silence after that.

Didn’t the store manager Takahashi say that his son is the owner of the company and he doesn’t want to take over the old store... Then what did the person in front of him mean just now...?

"My father, just finished the funeral two weeks ago." The middle-aged man calmed down his emotions, but it was his calm appearance that made people feel his emotional fluctuations.

"Funeral." Mao murmured these two words, his gaze a little distracted.

The store manager with gray hair, but eyes still as pure and enthusiastic as a boy.That is the store manager whose eyes carried emotions that Xu Shizheno couldn't understand when he talked about the past between himself and his wife.

Will she never see him again?

Out of this world?

Manager Takahashi suppressed his sadness, and raised his eyes to observe Mao's face carefully.

"Little girl, are you Watanabe Mao? Father asked me to give you this box." The store manager Takahashi said and took out a suitcase from under the counter.

Although the box is not small in size, it is not heavy, about the weight of a few books.When I picked it up, I didn't hear any sound inside.

"Thank you." Mao took the box.

She felt it was time to leave.

Shino turned around and walked quickly towards the door.

She felt that she could not stay here any longer.

Just when Tsunayoshi opened the door for Maou.Manager Takahashi said loudly to them: "You are very welcome to come next time, if you are not satisfied."

Tsuna helped Shino hold the door, and he didn't have time to say anything when he turned his head, so he could only force a smile to deal with it.

"Mao..." Tsuna Kichi wanted to comfort Mao, but he didn't know where to start.

As soon as Mao stepped out of the store, his pace slowed down.

She actually heard what Store Manager Takahashi said just now, but she didn't look back, holding the leather handle of the box tightly in her hand. Face.

She should come back and see...

The old store manager has always been very kind to her, perhaps because she is the only young man who walked into this old store and was willing to slowly understand it, and understand this store that he values ​​​​more than his life.

Winter was about to enter during that time in Bingsheng, and as soon as Mao entered the store, she could feel the heat blowing towards her face and dissipate the coldness on her body. The store manager who heard the sound would turn around and wave to her with a smile, And a cup of hot milk on the back.

When the old store manager talked about these past events that no one wanted to hear, his expression became high, like a child showing off his toys.Maybe because of this, Mao didn't notice that the wrinkles on the old man's face were deeper than before, and he coughed more than before.

She should have come, why didn't she think of it... Human life is so short.

"Mao...it's not your fault." Tsunaji said softly.

Shino wouldn't take the fate of this kind of thing on herself, she wasn't so sentimental, she just felt that she might have done something wrong.

Gently placing the box on his lap, Mao sat on a stone bench facing the river by the road.

The box is not old, but it is not very new either. It is a style that was popular more than ten years ago. There are only rusty buttons on both sides to fix the opening.

She lowered her eyes: "I understand." She slowly opened the box.

It is clear at a glance that there are several rows of miniature dolls with exquisite workmanship, which are fixed by glass to prevent them from falling.

This is...a doll for Hinamatsuri...?

Carefully laying it on a flat side, Mao picked up a piece of paper on the glass, and the paper was filled with black words.

[First of all, Happy Doll's Day to Mao!

Maybe by the time you see this jargon I'm already looking for my wife.Don't be sad, this is a journey everyone should take.

My son agreed to inherit the store and he cried, can you imagine?The appearance of a big man crying with tears running down his nose made me almost laugh out loud.

Don't reject this store just because I'm leaving, I know you like it too, especially the fact that it's shrouded in the sunset, and only the small sound of the machine running can be heard in the store.People look at the solemnity of the sunset, but you are greedy for the bright and unbelievable future that emerges from it.

So do I.

So don’t be afraid, it’s good to control your emotions, but before that, you have to learn to accept your own heart and follow your own heart.

Take your time, don't rush for a while, those who have never met will eventually meet.We will also meet again, when we can sit down and talk and laugh in the sunset. 】

"Takahashi..." Mao whispered the final signature.

After staring at the black and white words for a long time, Mao finally folded it according to the original trace, and then gently put it back in place.

Follow your heart...

So, when she took someone's life without blinking an eye, when she sent a knife into someone's heart in one breath, did she ever think about what she was doing for it?

The answer is actually very simple, that is the concept that Koyo Ozaki has been instilling in her for several years.

In order to complete the task, in order to defend Hong Kong, in order to protect Yokohama.She could only choose to use violence to control violence in this way, using absolute force to suppress the eager eyes around her.

But, has she considered her own thoughts, has she considered just the thoughts of pure Watanabe Mao?

It's not choosing, it's being chosen.

There may have been at some fortuitous moment.But just like she was afraid that Yayoi would be disappointed in her, she was also afraid that Hongye would be disappointed in her, afraid that if she showed that expression, she would feel that she was not worthy of their feelings and failed their expectations.

It turned out that she had never had the courage to accept other people's feelings, let alone reciprocate... She was really wrong.

Shino closed the box, she looked at the sparkling river, it was no different from when she was there before.

She didn't bow her head until her eyes became sour and even the tip of her nose became sore.

The wet and salty liquid slid down on the box, and Mao raised his hand to wipe his eyes.

The meaning of living is not for Yayoi's wish, nor is it to fulfill anyone's expectations.She should be for herself, whether she is an innocent daughter or a mafia with blood on her hands, she should make her own choice.

Unable to afford the hope of others' survival, Mao couldn't selfishly pin the reason for living on others.