Bird: K of Green

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Fushimi turned sideways, brushed past Mr. Pan head-on to his back, and stood still. "Let's go." Fushimi lifted his foot, and stepped into the sunlight cast from the main entrance diagonally ahead, but half of his body remained in the shadow.

Mr. Pan is speechless, young people nowadays.He remained calm and followed.

They passed through a tunnel and then through a bridge hole, which was not dark but had lights.The inner walls of these passages are covered with characters from other countries written with marker pens or carved with sharp tools, with different meanings.Fushimi was a little strange, and was noticed by fellow travelers.

"I know the most about Kanagawa," Mr. Pan raised his eyebrows, "Refugees."

Fushimi glanced at him and smacked his lips, "The superiors love to carry forward the spirit of diplomatic asylum and take in a bunch of messy people. I have indeed heard that they are all put here, and they are living for nothing. It seems that they are not living very well."

"It's not easy for people to live, and it's hard for them," Mr. Pan said euphemistically, probably because he has also lost it. "If you feel uncomfortable, find a place where the camera is broken and no one is there, and give yourself a distant motherland, family and friends. Leave a few words, I don't see the light of day, and I don't know if anyone will start a union or something."

"Hmph, can the government allow it?"

"You're right, you can't let it go." The priest's eyes lit up.

They walked through a few streets, and Mr. Pan took a detour to a familiar convenience store to buy wine and snacks.Mr. Pan kept talking about things with Fushimi, almost as if he had forgotten that Fushimi was a supervisor sent by Munakata Reisi.

"Where do you live?" Mr. Shi Pan asked again when he walked to the coastal house, seeming very concerned about the daily life of the younger generation.

"There are dormitories."

"Oh. Are you afraid of seeing the flow?"

Fu Shimi was taken aback, "Where does this start from?"

"Arrive early in the morning. It takes a quarter of an hour to complete the pass and magnetic card punching. Luggage and wine, oh yes, there is a dormitory now. The municipal office has signed and handed over, and the work meal... Is the order wrong?" Mr. Pan put two pockets on the door , Fumbled for the key.

Fushimi narrowed his eyes.

"Did I say the wrong order?" Mr. Pan asked repeatedly as the key was screwed into the lock.

"Wrong, you have to sign the document first, then the terminal—the magnetic card has been eliminated, and finally put the luggage."

The lock opened with a click, Mr. Pan held the door handle, and the internal electronic lock beeped twice.

"Why did I remember getting the card first," he muttered, "the old man taught us the hard truth that time is precious when we have nothing to do. In the end, Yuzhang told us that it would take a quarter of an hour to finish everything, but his subordinates couldn't do it. Come again and again. I can’t figure it out every time, and I’m going to stall for time.”

These words seem to have a meaning, far-reaching and tight, flowing into the room along the opened metal door, Mr. Pan shouted again: "I'm back! Fushimi Saru Hiko from Scepter4 is here too!" Fushimi followed He entered the room, held the mirror with one hand and took off his shoes in the hallway, very silent.

The hall was too quiet.

"Don't be afraid of the young man, you won't make things difficult for him." Mr. Pan opened his mouth and turned the words around, "You come from afar, and you are a guest when you come. After finishing the arrangement, I will meet the owner first... Sit down quickly." ——Didn’t Prince Qing teach you this bit of etiquette?

Or does King Xiaoqing feel that Kanagawa is his territory?Mr. Pan put the snack bag on the coffee table and sneered.Finally, he didn't have to hide the cat, and took back his own place before taking back the slate, he was happy for Liu.

"I don't have any worries or fears. I just want to come later." Fushimi answered neither humble nor overbearing. The homes of these two kings looked like this, with simple furnishings and mainly gray and white decorations, with a few potted plants dotted here and there, that's all.He was thinking, and suddenly a green color appeared in his sight.

It was a pot of green radishes placed on the corner cabinet of the stairs, the branches and vines were hanging down, and the leaves were full.

Mr. Pan didn't have time to entertain him, so he poured him a glass of water, and went to the kitchen to store the wine first, and no one was there now.Fushimi didn't drink any water, stepped over a pile of game discs on the ground in front of the TV, and walked towards Cuise.

Obviously, this is a plant that has been cared for and nourished by people. It is facing the skylight from the window, and there are still little drops of water on the leaves.Fushimi looked at it and wanted to pinch the emerald green fleshy leaves.

"Don't touch my little green, little ape Bigu." A voice came from the second floor.

Fushimi looked up and saw the purple head behind the railing.Because the color of the space is too single, this purple is particularly eye-catching.

"Come up," said the voice again. "Come up! Come up!" a bird croaked and suddenly flew out from upstairs, its feathers scattered a lot, and circled around the chandelier in the living room.

Fushimi scratched the back of his head, troublesome.He stepped up the steps to the small hall on the second floor, and saw two people, the purple-haired Yu Shaoshen Zi, and the green king who was tightly wrapped and sat upright.

It was different from the one I saw at the Consolation Monument a week ago. That person was a sick person, and this was a dead person.Fushimi stared at the clothes wrapped by the Green King, thinking it was like the leather of a shroud, and then looked at the thing where the Green King was sitting, feeling like a coffin.That face was also white, as if he could directly push into the cremator with his eyes closed, and be cremated and buried in peace.

He tried again to grind out the taste in his heart, but failed again.

"Good day, Yuanbigu, it's not convenient for me to go down, please go upstairs." The corpse in front of him spoke.

The really polite corpse, Fushimi’s eyes were vacillating and he didn’t look at the other person, he replied: “I’m late to communicate. The slate will be delivered next Tuesday——some procedures are more troublesome, such as transferring orders and stamping, you know the procedures are complicated But you have to go."

"It's understandable, there's no problem." The voice conveyed the joy of the child about to get candy, but it was cold.Then Fushimi saw Yushaoshenzi leaning over to speak a few words in his ear, he nodded, and Yushaoshenzi went to another room.

Fushimi finally fixed his gaze on the blue eyes, and stared at them for more than ten seconds, as if he wanted to make up for what he missed in the previous 2 minutes.In the next second, he realized that he had overstepped, and turned his gaze elsewhere, slightly embarrassed.The owner of the eyes spoke at the right time, "Please sit down as you like, I am sitting too, don't just stand all the time."

He hesitated a little, and sat down on the small sofa next to him.Afterwards, he heard the King of Green calling his name again, with a trusting tone, "In the future, the information communication between me and the King of Blue will all depend on Yuanbigu."

"It's nothing, it's just a message. And you two should have a direct conversation."

"No, he must not want to talk to me, I think, I still have to pass you, you are very important." The next sentence is sincere, "You will show your growth over the years in front of my eyes, right? Saruhiko." Fushimi frowned and looked at the King of Green, saw him and said to himself, "It's been a few years since you've grown taller and better, I'm so happy for you."

"Master Bishui, it's not good to win people over as soon as you come up." Fushimi replied bluntly, he didn't intend to continue talking about what happened in the past, he was afraid that once he mentioned it, he would fulfill the other party's wishes.

"You think too much, there is no benefit for me to do this, we are a cooperative relationship. I only hope that you will get better and better, and everything about the slate will go smoothly in the future. It is my personal wish that it can go to Kanagawa, very much. Thank you for fulfilling my wish, please be sure to tell the King of Green for me, I am very grateful that he is willing to help me regardless of past suspicions."

Fushimi sighed, he didn't help you, he helped himself, just like you are helping yourself by saying these words now.But no matter what you mean by being true or false, it has nothing to do with my work. As long as the behavior does not happen, I have nothing to do with what you think or say.

"I will definitely convey it," Fushimi pursed his lips. "In addition, I am only responsible for making adjustments when necessary. I don't usually show up often. Don't worry. Where will the slate be placed after it arrives? Is it here? I need to know."

"Yes, this house is underground. I'll take you there when I have a chance. I wonder when the Silver King will come?"

"I don't know." Fushimi straightened his sleeves, feeling that the green king's words were so gentle that he didn't have the confidence to be a king, but he didn't bother listening, and he relaxed, "I will probably come with the slate, and the two animals will also come together."

"Well," the speaker pondered, "do you have a place to live? There is also Baiyin and Barbara. Don't have no place to live. I can help you arrange it."

"Scepter 4 has a dormitory for public officials, Baiyin doesn't know about it, and he doesn't send it away..." Fushimi stopped talking.

That person was sitting softly, always waiting for others to finish speaking before opening his mouth, so he was still waiting, blinking his eyes.He speaks simple, advances and retreats politely, is neither loud nor tough, and is not annoying to listen to, but no matter how gentle he is, he is like water.Just when Fushimi hesitated, the parrot flew back and landed on the shoulder of its owner.Fushimi saw its crooked little head, combing its messy hair with its beak one by one.A false appearance, a seemingly harmless false appearance, is really a knife.

"Well," Fushimi continued, "...I think your hair should be cut." I didn't know why I missed this sentence.

"Well, is it long? I can't see it myself, and I don't understand it. Thank you for reminding me." The other party answered it very naturally, "In short, it's good that you have a place to sleep."

Fushimi coughed out, not being awkward, and heard the other party say again: "Let's stay for dinner, huh? ——Sukuna should get up too, Zi Gang went to call him. Have dinner together?"

Fushimi looked at the wall clock, staying here meant that he would still be here, chatting with this master for at least two and a half hours. "It's really early for your family to eat." I couldn't hold back the hot words from Tulu's mouth, and stood up, "No, it will affect your rest, I won't bother you, and there are still many business matters to deal with. Farewell, the king of gray Bian Ye, please say something for me, I'll go