Since I've been the sister of these people

"Young man, are you from this small town?"

The old man wearing a sun hat skillfully drove the ox cart, and couldn't help talking to the young man lying on the straw pile behind him.

"Well...that's right."

The young man's voice is very pleasant, deep and pleasant, like a clear spring in the mountains, bringing a burst of refreshing coolness.

The old man glanced back, and couldn't help sighing in his heart that this young man really had a handsome appearance, and the clothes he was wearing were also very extraordinary. He looked like a nobleman from a big city.

It's just that he seems depressed and can't get excited about anything.

After a while, after the ox cart passed through the seedling field, he reined in the reins, greeted the guests to get out of the cart, and couldn't help saying: "Don't be too sad, the lost things will be lost in another way one day." back."

Hearing this, the young man looked at the old man in a daze, a little surprised.

"How does grandpa know that I'm sad?"

The old man gave a hearty laugh, and suddenly, his expression became depressed again.

"A few years ago, when my wife just left, I was just like you. People who have lost their precious things have a tattered soul, which can be seen at a glance."

"Really...I'm already an incomplete person."

Osamu Dazai laughed at himself softly, paused, and then asked with interest: "Then, how did your wife come back in another way?"

The old man raised his straw hat slightly, looked tenderly at the vast straw field behind him, and said with nostalgia: "Did you see...all of these were planted by her, but it's a pity that I haven't waited for these When the little one grows up, she goes."

"After she left, I didn't know how to continue to live for a long time, but——whenever I saw these little guys, it was as if she was by my side. As long as this wheat field doesn't disappear, we will can never be separated."

Osamu Dazai was stunned for a moment, then chuckled and said, "Thank you for your story."

The old man waved his hand kindly and urged: "Go quickly."

Osamu Dazai picked up the suitcase, couldn't help but glanced at the golden wheat field behind him, and smiled softly.

He walked through the noisy streets, passed by the neighbors of the past, and finally stood in front of this dilapidated small house again, with exhaustion and the deepest nostalgia.

It's strange, when Mingming left, he hated it so much that he didn't want to look at it again, but now——

Osamu Dazai lightly stroked the dust on the gate, feeling an inexplicable nostalgia in his heart.

turn out to be--

If something smells of someone you love, even an existence you hate so much that you don't want to take a second look, it will unknowingly become a treasure in your heart.

How could I hate the house she lived in.

Dazai thought helplessly in his heart.

Pushing open the door, everything was as it was in memory, without the slightest change.

Osamu Dazai put down his suitcase and went straight up to the second floor, where there was a small balcony.

When Ah Lin was young, she liked to move a small bench and sit there basking in the sun, or lazily staring in a daze, enjoying herself comfortably, as if nothing in this world could annoy her.

At this time, he would break into her leisurely afternoon tea time, trick her away, and then occupy the magpie's nest and take her small bench as his own.

When she realizes that she has been fooled, she will be like an angry little bun, kicking her two short legs, bluffing to seek justice from him.

This incident has happened no less than dozens of times, there is no way, who made Ah Lin so easy to deceive——

Of course, in the end he would definitely pick her up and put her on his lap, and then the two of them chatted all afternoon.

When Ah Lin was silent, it always made him feel unreal. All he did was to get closer to her.

In the end, he could only passively accept her leaving.

Osamu Dazai sat on the small bench, looking at the scenery that had not changed much from when he was a child, he only felt that his heart was being tightened by something, and he couldn't breathe anymore.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, he hurriedly ran down from the balcony and stood still in front of his room door.

He twisted the doorknob nervously, and there was a letter lying quietly on the dusty desk.

Osamu Dazai opened it slowly with trembling hands. After seeing the familiar handwriting, the soreness in his eyes became more intense. He obviously didn't even know what was written in the letter. He felt like he was addicted to it just by looking at it In the deep sea, I can no longer feel happy.

***

The bastard brother kisses:

When you read this letter, I may have already patted my ass and left, don't worry about me, your sister is going to do something big, maybe... she won't be able to come back in a short time.

I'm sorry, it would be nice if I could accompany you a little longer, but... I'm afraid your body won't be able to last until then.

idiot brother.

You actually use your own soul to protect my body, do you know that when I found out about this, I was covered in a quilt and cried all night, if you lost your life because of me, wouldn’t I really be a Are you a homeless orphan... What kind of mood should I use to continue living in this world, even though the people I cherish the most are gone.

So - I made up my mind, I'm going to end my life, for our next meeting.

I know that after I die, you may return to this place, am I smart for a while... If you read this letter, you can't be sad anymore.

Don't shed tears, even if you think of me occasionally, you must recall those happy moments, if you really can't do it, then forget me.

I won't play petty temper. Even if one day you don't remember me, I will let you know me again. At that time... let's go travel around the world. The small towns in England are beautiful. I really want to take you to take a look, and then the two of you will always be together, no matter where you go.

It's an appointment, I don't want to be the one who makes you unhappy again, what I want is very simple——

I wish that Osamu Dazai will always be gentle and loved all his life.

At the next summer festival, in that starry place, we will finally meet again.

***

Stupid Alin.

What nonsense, how could I forget you... Even if you have to leave for a while, it doesn't matter, I'll just wait for you.

No matter how long, I will always wait.

Just knowing that you will come back to me one day is enough for me.

Osamu Dazai carefully put the letter into the envelope, gently stroked the letter paper repeatedly, and said fondly in his heart.

the other side.

Zhong Yuanzhong also stood up tremblingly from the pile of wine bottles. He opened the curtains silently, and the sunlight flooded into the room that was so cold that it was like falling into an ice cellar.

He narrowed his eyes uncomfortably.

The mobile phone used for work was ringing crazily, and Zhong Yuanzhong also answered the phone calmly. The "Hello" he just said was hoarse and gloomy, just like his mood at the moment.

"I see."

"Don't ask for leave for me, I'm fine."

After a few simple explanations, he began to wash up as usual, and rigorously changed into the black suit he wore at work, as if it was the same as before.

But...one person died.

Obviously she was still sitting in front of him that night, and said with a happy face that she liked drinking lemon juice the most.

He also prepared a grand fireworks for her, but unfortunately——she didn't care.

Or maybe she had a premonition about her own death.

Zhong Yuan was also about to take off the keys of the Bentley car. After a moment of silence, he chose a new car that he hadn't driven a few times.

It is not the first time to accept the death of a cherished person, even if it is sad, it is time to learn to accept it.

He thought self-deprecatingly.

The days had to go on, the port mafia work was enough for him to forget about those messed up emotions.

This is still the case today.

"Lord Zhongyuan, the replacement for Miss Lin has arrived."

The subordinate hesitated for a moment, then said in a businesslike manner.

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned subconsciously, feeling sincere dislike for the word "replacement".

"I see."

he said quietly.

The new subordinate is also a woman, blond, tall and beautiful.

After Zhongyuan Zhong also briefly told her about the affairs she needed to be responsible for, he coldly threw her to one of his subordinates with a little seniority.

She seemed a little dissatisfied, and asked straightforwardly: "I heard that my predecessor was brought by Mr. Zhongyuan himself. Could it be that compared to her, I am so inferior?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned, and said calmly: "You're not bad—"

Otherwise, they would not have been specially singled out and sent to the Fighting Faction.

She was overjoyed, and was just about to make persistent efforts to let Lord Zhongyuan accept her, but she heard him seriously add——

"It's because she's so kind."

"Do you have any other questions?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also lowered his head, as if he didn't want to pay attention to her anymore.

"Nothing."

The woman was a little embarrassed.

In fact, Zhong Yuanzhong doesn't hate people who work hard to climb up, but he doesn't have the heart to train Lin's next successor now.

He put down his pen and rubbed the space between his brows wearily.

"Master Central Plains—"

"what happened again?"

His subordinates carefully handed over a small cardboard box.

"This is?"

This is the first time Zhongyuan Zhongye has received a courier.

"The above sender wrote Miss Lin."

The subordinate replied respectfully.

Zhongyuan Zhong also paused when he unpacked the box, and his heart trembled uncontrollably.

Inside was a small black gift box. He opened it carefully, and two exquisite cufflinks came into view.

Attached to the bottom is a small piece of paper with only one sentence on it——

Thank you for your care these days, see you soon.

Hope to cherish.

Zhong Yuanzhong also held the piece of paper tightly in his palm, all the emotions after her death completely burst out from his heart at this moment, with reckless anger and sadness.

Bye the fuck.