After HE with the Yokohama leaders

Zaji once again stood numbly in front of the grave of her late husband Osamu Dazai.

Her originally perfect body shape is like a balloon that is instantly inflated/inflated by others, and becomes extra thin, as if she just needs to wait for the breeze to blow, and this withered flower can be blown away.

The slightly cool wind hit the pale new widow, touching her bright red eye sockets like a dragonfly, trying to bring out the tears she was eager to try.

All kinds of people came and went to persuade Zao Ji to mourn.

Countless looks of pity and regret were thrown at Zao Ji.

After all, Zao Ji's thin shoulders couldn't hold on, and he went from a slightly trembling posture of pretending to be strong to a crumbling state of collapse.

"Are you ok?"

Seeing this, Chuya Nakahara, the new head of the port mafia, hastened to help the widow of the previous leader, Dazai Saki, for reasons unknown in his heart, while blurring the former honorific title.

Crimson eyes.

Bright green eyes.

Step by step, it formed a heartbeat that even Zhongyuan Zhong couldn't speak out.

Zao Ji raised his eyes and met Zhong Ye's eyes.

The sadness and grievance that need not be explained clearly are revealed through Zao Ji's eyes.

He heard Zaoji's imperceptible response.

It is a stubborn answer that pretends to be nothing.

"I'm okay."

The obviously relaxed tone, the haggard face showing the opposite, indescribable sadness.

Nakahara Chuya originally supported the opponent's hands, as if he could not escape as if he was deeply imprisoned/imprisoned, but he was eager to change his course halfway, and made an inch of turning to embrace the early shoulders, making the latter lean on his chest.

You don't have to hold on.

Due to the floating crowd coming and going, Zhong Yuanzhong also restrained his eagerness to move, and restrained his impulse to exceed the rules.

Standing firm, Zaoji broke away from Nakahara Nakaya's kind hand without a trace.

[Characters that can be attacked] The height fluctuation has risen to 0.5%.

Apparition from the grave?

The first seven soul nights?

Zao Ji thought quietly.

Although the two are in the center of the storm of sight, no one suspects the little ambiguity hidden in the dark to avoid people's eyes.

The man, Yuan Zhongyuan, was also the most loyal subordinate of the previous leader.The woman was originally the eldest daughter of the famous Asakura family, and after marrying the ancestors, she and the leaders of the ancestors were all sweetly hand in hand.

No matter who can make out of nothing, doubt the two conjectures that have no intersection.

in the eyes of the onlookers.

He is the current leader of the Central Plains who is enthusiastic about helping others. He extended a helping hand and kindly supported the widows of the ancestors.

"Early Ji!" Nakahara Chuya originally let go of his hand, but when he encountered an unexpected situation that caught him off guard, he blurted out subconsciously.

He quickly caught the unconscious Dazai Saki with undisguised impatience.

The cool body fell lightly into the arms of Nakahara Chuya.

Inadvertently touching each other's bodies, a vague picture appeared in Nakahara Chuya's mind.

A heart-rending scene.

It reappeared in his mind again, as if it perfectly matched the current situation.

Until it is confirmed that the breath of the person in his arms is still there, the Central Plains also suddenly has a big stone in his heart. False dreams, or a sign of the future?

Too much grief.

Ozaki Koye silently repeated the reason for Zaoji's coma, rolled up the quilt for the latter, and softly comforted Zaoji who had awakened, "Don't be too sad."

Get early Ji weak response.

"I do not have."

The duplicity of Xiao Zaoji.

Koyo Ozaki patted Saki's bare/exposed back of his hand with determination in his heart, and coaxed him comfortingly, "Okay, okay."

"..." Zao Ji lowered her eyes to hide her speechlessness.

All the words spoken by the early Ji Gang were sincere words.

Although it was true that she shed tears for the man, it did not prevent Zaki from showing her false feelings in the slightest.

For example, Zao Ji's sincere feelings towards the cheap father in the first round.

Another example is this week's cheap husband Osamu Dazai.

***

Koye Ozaki patted the back of Saki's hand to comfort him, gradually coaxing him to stop his disturbing thoughts and fall asleep.

Zao Ji on the other end was awake in her dream.

An endless realm of nightmares.

The few seconds that early Ji opened his eyes.

Back in time, Osamu Dazai was beside Zaoji, meeting her eyes.

Faced with his wife's involuntary exclamation, Osamu Dazai was slightly stunned, his iris-colored eyes flashed with emotion, "Huh? Could it be that you regretted registering your marriage with me?"

Osamu Dazai's tone was unexpectedly soft, with the indifference that a blind man can discern.

In the next second, Dazai Osamu's pretending indifference was melted into mist by his warm embrace, and dissipated in midair.

Saki hugged Dazai Osamu tightly, she buried her head in Dazai's chest, and narrated her nightmare with her eyes closed.

"Azhi, I dreamed that you were dead."

"He died on the day we received the certificate."

"You passed me on the ground without hesitation from the tall building."

Osamu Dazai looked down at the disturbed and serious appearance of the person in his arms, suppressed the urge to curl the corners of his lips, and instead responded lightly.

"Is that so..."

"Then I will definitely be in a strange state of scarlet broken." Listening carefully, the other party's words contained a faint smile.

Osamu Dazai didn't feel anything wrong at all, and extended the topic further. He changed the topic and brought up the old matter again, "Didn't Kozai say that no matter what I look like, he can accept and tolerate me?"

Gaining Zao Ji's bloodless, pale face, he murmured, "I have no choice but to accept it by default."

The green eyes that had always been bright in the early period were not only dull and dull, they even shone strangely like empty emeralds inlaid on the skin for the first time.

"I tolerate your unrelenting heartlessness."

"Who will tolerate me who is facing pain directly?"

Zaoji opened his lips slightly, and passed the words in his heart vaguely into Dazai Osamu's ears like a dream.

Osamu Dazai seemed to be compromising, but also pampered and promised his cranky wife, "How could it be? It's just a dream."

"Today is a rare good day, suitable for obtaining a certificate."

He didn't seem to believe what Zao Ji said, so he got back to the topic.

Different from the smoother way to obtain the certificate for the first time, this process is full of thorns.Either the car had a tire blowout for no reason, or there was an accident at the intersection that caused traffic jams.

Osamu Dazai, who rarely drove back to the car, couldn't help being stuck in place irritably.

He watched his silent wife in every possible way, and noticed that the other's eyes stopped outside the car window, a pair of father and daughter he was very familiar with.

Sitting in the co-pilot's seat, Zuo Ji's eyes were softly placed on the little girl Alice, and there was the most gentle and unknowing smile on his lips.

Wait?

Osamu Dazai suddenly noticed something strange, he moved his head towards Saki as if he was jealous, "Huh? My dear wife, if you stare at the wild man intently, I will get angry."

One short complaint sentence after another reveals some secrets.

Zao Ji did not explain her behavior of just staring at Alice's face, but responded to Osamu Dazai with a flat attitude, "She is prettier than you."

For this reason, Zao Ji even replaced Alice with an ambiguous and unclear reference.

"Yesterday, I praised Mr. Mummy, even though he was wearing bandages, he lived up to his demeanor."

"How did you change your face in an instant, ruthlessly accusing your Mr. Mummy of losing color, like a yellow flower from last night?"

Osamu Dazai complained angrily, which aroused Zaoji's dissatisfaction.

You come and go, the marriage registration office is under the eyes of the couple.

There are deviations from the situation of the first registered marriage.

For example, there was no sign of Oda Sakunosuke on the way back and forth.

Until the deep night falls.

Osamu Dazai noticed his wife staring silently.

It can be called a fair and aboveboard examination.

"Xiao Zaoji, are you evaluating me who is your new husband?" Osamu Dazai made a secret test under the guise of a joke.

No, she was simply waiting for someone to behave similarly to the previous two outbursts.Zao Ji withdrew his overly obvious eyes, feeling very surprised.

The brother next to the pillow seems to have given up his idea of ​​fulfilling the gift of the early inheritance on the anniversary of the certificate.

"Since Madam hinted at me..."

"I understand."

A ambiguous smile appeared on Dazai Osamu's lips.

The words in his mouth were exactly the same as the emotions in his eyes, "Then it's time for me to fulfill my responsibilities as a newlywed husband."

In view of her husband's numerous criminal records, Zao Ji had no intention of going wrong at all.

Instead, a strange thought popped up.

The smiling husband in front of him is probably planning to sleep peacefully in bed?

Not afraid.

Having experienced the fact that the other party stained his bloody red spots all over the coat that Zaki was wearing, Zaki was already able to face it calmly.

In the early days, I made enough mental preparations, and when I woke up, my husband passed away in the posture of sleeping beauty.

"..." Osamu Dazai was teasing his little wife, but he got a strange reaction from Zaoji like seeing a ghost.

In terms of how many times his clever little brain turned, Osamu Dazai had no way of knowing that his wife Saki, who was next to him, guessed his farewell method and time.

****

Zao Ji on the screen is full of doubts.

For the first time, the expression of Zao Ji outside the screen is synchronized with her expression in the game.

Repeat the same mistakes over and over again.

Is it the nightmare that Asakura fell into in the early years...or is it simply a game mechanism setting?

The game producer Ms. Bai Lan who was consulted casually turned the pen in her hand to answer early Ji's doubts.

"You said that you didn't read the file repeatedly, but there was a scene in the game where the character who can be attacked was resurrected?"

Bai Lan's question received a decisive response from the other party.

"It seems that I haven't figured out the game settings yet, little Zaoji." Bai Lan let out a chuckle, and friendly suggested that Zaoji try to read back the previous save file.

Early and half-believing, he randomly clicked on the prom archive of the first week of Mori Ogai, but a notification popped up——

[Can't think of it?Can't go back. ]

"Play is like life."

"And how can life read the file again and go back to the past."

Bai Lan's smiling words and the game subtitles appeared at the same time.

She changed the topic and brought back early early doubts.

"As for the branch line of the third round."

"Isn't it the most normal thing for a strange person to be paired with a weird sideline?"

Just as Bai Lan was pondering the overly quiet early thoughts on the other end of the phone, there came the voice of the latter who suddenly realized.

"I understand."

"Compared to the previous "My Wife Dies/The Acts Are Strange and Strange", I was worried that after two weeks, it would become boring, so I chose a brand new mode, "Guess when my husband will bid farewell to the world""

"As expected of Miss Bai Lan."

Faced with the absurd praise of early Ji's painting style, Bai Lan couldn't help falling into the state of being speechless as a pretty girl.

After Bai Lan finished the call, she stopped turning the pen in her hand and murmured, "Little liar."

"Always pretend to be stupid with an understanding."

"Is my dear 'brother' unable to hold back the urge to appear?"