Social animals don't deserve love

The hustle and bustle in the Whirlpool Cafe came to an abrupt end with the appearance of An Wu, and the new colleagues exchanged glances, and the considerate ones stood up and filed out.

"Anyway, you are welcome to join the Armed Detective Agency as an investigator, Ms. Yada."

Mr. Kunikida finally snatched back his glasses and put them on, then nodded in Ango's direction and said, "Please deal with your personal affairs as soon as possible before you start working. If you need help, just ask."

Before I could say anything, he walked out with the account in his pocket: "Those who should go home from get off work should go home after get off work, those who should go back to work should go back to work, don't waste time!"

The Tanizaki brothers and sisters followed behind and walked around Ango, leaning on each other, turning their heads from time to time to look up and down with hidden eyes.

One after the other with Dr. Yosano and Mr. Ranpo, Akiko raised her hand and patted me on the shoulder when they walked through the dead seat: "If you need medical services, I promise to be on call."

Reminiscent of Mr. Kunikida's blue face before... The small animal instinct made me realize that the "caress" of the doctor's lady might be a little scary.

Oh, Ango's face is also blue.

"The famous detective is standing by your side, Fubuki!" Mr. Ranpo opened his eyes and glanced at my 'ex-husband' who was stunned by the aisle: "No one will stay in place and wait forever. Only children can do this kind of thing." Look forward to it, adults can't do the same."

Mr. Dazai walked at the end, and he put his arm on Ango's shoulder in my unexpected gaze, seeming to be intimate: "I've spent the whole year pointing at this incident to pass the time for entertainment, come on~"

So, the two of you are friends who have known each other for many years and have a gap because of something!Anwu, you are more devoted to your friends than to your wife, so don't let this day pass!

The heavy sliding doors of the coffee shop opened and closed, and the lovely waitress stepped forward to clear up the tableware, and soon Ango and I were the only ones left in the booth.Socrates squatted in the cat bag and looked at the pale man with his head lowered opposite him, his throat full of threatening growls.

"Okay, now that no one else is here, you can start explaining."

I remember very clearly that Ango Sakaguchi hadn’t been home for more than a year, calculated from the current moment.I can't care about things like phone calls. There are still a few days before the court's ruling takes effect. Even if he appeals, he can go to court again under the name of "abandonment".

The elapsed time will not lie, and the evidence is sufficient to make me confident.

An Wu took off his glasses and put them on the side of his hand. There were two circles of black and blue under his eyes. He went out and told others that no one would disbelieve him if he had suffered two punches from me.

"The first thing is, I work in the Supernatural Secret Service Division under the Ministry of Internal Affairs as an assistant officer."

Up to now, there is no point in concealing it, and perfunctory wife like a teacher is tantamount to digging his own grave, it is better to be honest.

"So, the family belongs to ordinary people, and I'm the only one kept in the dark, right?"

I'm just not smart, and I'm not stupid. Where can't I hear the subtext?The probability of being an ordinary person to be an assistant officer in the "Supernatural" Secret Service Division is infinitely close to zero.

Ango nodded, and continued to explain: "My supernatural ability has nothing to do with combat, it is intelligence. It is very dangerous and may die at any time. Countless people want to get all kinds of information from me. They have no humanity at all. What are they doing for profit? Dare to do anything, let alone the principle of not implicating the family." He looked up at me, with sadness flowing in his warm black eyes: "There are too many... I have seen too many misfortunes of the seniors. I am afraid that one day I will be killed in the murder case." Seeing your name in the report, it's like today... I'm sorry, I hid you in a box without your consent, and let you live alone at home."

The port mafia's treatment of infiltrators is... chilling.

"That's not why you don't even make a phone call, Ango."

I sat in the booth, completely separated from reason and emotion, and re-examined the husband in front of me and the marriage that had come to an end.

"I am a person, a normal, ordinary person. Even if I am quiet and a little withdrawn, I am still a person who needs to communicate, not a decoration that can be placed anywhere and carefully wrapped up. How busy are you? ?24 hours a day, six hours of sleep, two hours of meals and one hour of social activities, there are still fifteen hours left, and you can't spare 5 minutes for me in the fifteen hours? You are working in Rajasthan, India ?"

"Or, if you don't know what to say, just don't say anything."

I looked at the lemonade in front of me and was extremely calm.

When the anger reaches a certain level, it will naturally calm down. After all, his job is such a situation, and I can't be more angry.

It turns out that the invisible transparent wall between us has existed from the very beginning—I don't understand the world of people with supernatural powers, and Ango doesn't understand the lives of ordinary people.

"You can maintain a consistent enthusiasm for your work. You are really outstanding as a civil servant. But Ango, as a husband, I don't think you are suitable for marriage." The lemon slices in the glass gradually sank down, and I heard myself use a hoarse voice Question: "Apart from professional needs and sympathy, have you really loved Yada Fuyuki?"

——"Since it is foreseeable that it will not be able to operate well, why do you want to get married?"

Ango fell into silence. After a long time, he picked up his glasses and put them on: "I'm sorry, it was my fault. The second thing is that I entered the port mafia as an intelligence agent two years ago as an infiltrating investigator, and returned to the special agent after leaving. As my wife, Fubuki, you are likely to be the number one target for revenge and kidnapping. Don’t trust people who approach you for no reason, please protect yourself.”

"Although it doesn't make sense to say this now, but... I did propose at the beginning with the idea of ​​being an ordinary civil servant and running a marriage and family with you. However, no one can predict the future. I dare say that I am worthy of the country and worthy of The government, the only guilty person, is the most important thing to me."

"The third thing." He raised his hand again to touch his glasses, but finally held back and put his hand down again: "You are right, Fubuki. I shouldn't ignore your wishes from a subjective point of view. You have always They are all excellent and smart, and you can use your wisdom to fight powerful enemies, instead of being kept secret like I imagined."

"You are the swift that goes forward, and I am the foolish fisherman who stands on the shore and stops." He lowered his head and pressed on the retro teak table in the coffee shop: "I have no objection to the court's decision...as long as it makes you happy."

"About property mediation, it's all according to your wishes. You can ask your lawyer to come to me at any time." He took out a mobile phone that I had never seen before, opened it and put it on the table: "Personal phones are always locked in the cabinet. It didn’t ring, this is my public number, even if I couldn’t answer it at that time, I will definitely find time to reply later.”

I glanced at the number: "Why do you do this? You don't need to look back and regret what has happened. We can be relatives and friends no longer as a husband and wife. Only by letting yourself go can you be let go by life. This is not what you read in your philosophy books. Did you make sense?"

Maybe there was something wrong with his personal phone, but wasn't there another way of contact?I have to shout until I can't let him hear the sound, I will be tired too...

An Wu lay down on the table as usual and laughed twice: "It really makes me feel ashamed to say that, how far I have made you lonely will force you to go on with those original documents..."

It was originally the choice for Oda Saku to spend the long nights when he was plagued by insomnia after he passed away and lost another friend. The books that can treat severe mental weakness and insomnia...you can imagine how boring and difficult it is.

"I'm sorry." He apologized again, and didn't sit up straight until I picked up the glass.I lowered my eyelids and didn't want to look at it. I nodded indiscriminately and replied softly, "I've caused you trouble all this time. I wish you success in your work from now on. If possible, try to take time to rest."

Forced to frown and smile, tears are about to fall: "You are welcome if you need help, although I may not be able to help. That's it, I have to go out, goodbye."

At least today, I don't want to see you again.

I picked up Socrates who was meowing anxiously and rushed out of the whirlpool coffee shop with my head bowed. What I wanted was to go back to my hometown and move all the consumables and brushes to the staff dormitory.The best solution when one thing is making you miserable is to distract yourself by thinking about another troublesome and time-consuming thing, so that you don't have time to continue to feel sad.

The moment Ango bowed his head and agreed to obey the sentence, I couldn't help but want to splash him with lemonade.

Even if I don’t count the time when my wisdom teeth relapsed, I could only stare at the sky outside the window in a daze for half a year when I entered the intensive care unit. I walked to the treatment room alone, sat on the hospital bed alone, read books alone, played stand-alone games alone, and gradually weakened alone. Until the end of the wait.For six months, where are you, Ango Sakaguchi?

I don't deny that I have my own reasons for living as an isolated island, but now I finally realize that loneliness is more terrifying than death, and I am so afraid that I would rather give up love than continue to wait.

Holding the cat all the way back to my hometown from downstairs of the Armed Detective Agency, the blooming cherry tree in the yard had no leaves left, and the bare branches struggled to reach the sky. I was surprised that winter was coming.

Sadness mixed with tears out of control, standing in front of the old house that accompanied me from childhood to adulthood, I finally cried aloud.

The lonely echo echoed around repeatedly, and the coldness in the early winter air invaded the bone marrow.

"Hello, are you... all right, do you need me to do anything for you?" A greeting with a strange rhythm suddenly appeared. I wiped my face indiscriminately and found the key. It's okay, it's just sand in my eyes."

A piece of white snow floated from the right to the left, and the voice of the speaker was pleasant: "Don't feel sad because of pain. Pain is actually the key to open the gate of heaven. Or do you think that this pain is the punishment brought by sin, so you are here?" Will weep in shame?"

There is a strong religious meaning in his words and sentences, pious and heavy, I can't help but look up

——Tall, with black semi-long hair flowing softly around his ears, and wearing a plush white hat that is not suitable for the climate of his country.

The foreign youth in front of me had a pair of gentle purple eyes, and he stretched out his hand with a smile on his side: "A beautiful person like you should not suffer, and hearing your mournful cry, even passers-by by the side of the road will not be indifferent. "

The author has something to say: Highlights of this chapter

Ango left

catch or catch

Can you

Can catch

have to watch again

Sister Xue run

Russian hairy

not well-meaning

Mr. Tuo specially wanders around the door of Sister Xue's house, and strikes up a conversation with someone, and plans to pry open the door if no one...

"Notes from the House of the Dead" is about to kill the stupid author!

In other words, in reality, there are a lot of men who don't stay at home for months and don't make a phone call, such as Brother Rui's father!

Old readers know that I was happy because he came back for the Chinese New Year the year before last, but since last year, I have only been bored.You are not the same as you, why are you coming back?I still have to waste time talking to you when I come back, why don’t I type a few more words in my free time?

ps

The bond between Anwu and Xuejie was born out of "Under the Blooming Cherry Blossom Forest".

"Under the Blooming Cherry Blossom Forest", the masterpiece of Ango Sakaguchi, the ending of the story is that a fallen bandit strangles his beloved wife to death under the cherry blossom tree, and dies among the withered flowers after understanding the meaning of loneliness.

Of course, we don't take the BE line, and the Chinese New Year is almost here, so we can't be too harsh.

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