After HE with the Yokohama leaders

The faint and inextinguishable firefly light danced nimbly, leading the direction of Asahina Futo.

Asahina Kazeto's whole body is filled with the color of his sister's early pupils. The faint green light is extraordinarily strange in the dark field where you can't reach your fingers. It seems that there is a beast with super night vision hiding in the background, ready to catch it at any time. Planned and exposed eyes.

Not afraid of the faint wildfire but eager to try.

Asahina Kazeto touched the light source lightly as if summoned by the green light.

It is in the shape of warm tears.

"Winds."

"Winds."

A quick anxious call revealed the episode in Asahina Futo's missing memory.

Asahina Kazeto stood and unfolded God's perspective.

Seeing the sleepy juvenile body on the bed slightly trembling eyelashes, revealing his big bright eyes, it is rare to obediently and dependably watch Zao Ji calling him to wake up.

"Sister." The immature child's voice came out of the miniature version of Asahina Futo, "I ran into my father, and he wanted to take me to the amusement park."

"He even hooked me up, saying it was a separate reward for me."

"It's a gift that my sister doesn't have."

Asahina Futo bent his moist and pure eyes, and a mischievous look emerged, "I don't."

"Bad old man, very bad."

"I always want to separate my sister and me." The child's heart, said that he does not hold grudges and is extremely narrow-minded, remembering actions that adults have never noticed.

The childish boy's voice gradually stopped abruptly.He belatedly took a deep breath, pretending to be a brave adult, "I'm dead, sister?"

"Dad is dead."

"He came to take me."

"Is this a flashback from a TV show?"

Asahina Futo tried his best to control his strong tone, helplessly let out his trembling ending, and even became weeping out of control.

"I died with Dad, right?"

"How could he be so kind to take me to the amusement park?"

Zaoji hastily covered Futo Asahina's lips in a panic, "Stop it, don't say any more." Her shoulders were shaking uncontrollably, her eyes were flushed and her melancholy expression could not be concealed, and she admitted part of the truth, "Dad has indeed had an accident."

"You survived." When Zaoji confirmed that Fengdou would not speak anymore, he weakly let go of the hand that sealed his speech ability, and instead held Fengdou tightly.

"look."

"My Fengdou is still warm."

Compared with Fengdou, whose body temperature was vaguely scorching, the temperature of Zao Ji's palm became colder and colder, and she was so cold that she stumbled unconsciously when speaking.

"You...listen to the sound of your heart beating again."

"Plop plop." Zaoji carefully held up Asahina Futo's small face like a treasure, "You are still alive."

"Stop talking nonsense."

Early Ji lowered his voice, with a little threatening force, "What happened before was all your illusion."

"Fengdou, never died." Zao Ji murmured softly the truth that no one knew about her fabrication.

The green eyes are shining, they are all unbearably cute and pitiful.

The magical water pupils show the temptation of sirens.

Zao Ji patted her younger brother Fengdou's back, repeating false facts until the other half closed his eyes exhaustedly, and she did not forget to tell him again, "Forget what happened tonight."

"Forget about the painful struggle."

"A brand new... life is ushered in." Zao Ji swallowed the last two words vaguely.

"Go to sleep, go to sleep."

"My sister will always be with you."

Her voice was condensed with a spell, causing the younger brother in her arms to fall into a real deep sleep without knowing it.

Lighthouse.

Futo Asahina, the third person who was present independently, suddenly realized.

***

Waking up from a dream that was like walking back to childhood memories, Asahina Futoto lifted the quilt and ran out the door barefoot.

Relying on the twins' unique perception of each other, or the intuition that belongs to Asahina Futo, Futo accurately caught his sister in the kitchen.

"Huh? Fengdou?" The sudden hug from behind made Zaoji blurt out subconsciously.She was like the sapling tightly held by the little koala, unable to break free.

Zao Ji turned around with a good temper and hugged his brother Fengdou who went crazy early in the morning, "What's wrong, is the brave and fearless little hero Fengdou-sama having a nightmare?"

Asahina Ukyo, who was chopping vegetables beside him, turned his attention away from his eyes and focused on his knife skills, "Really, the siblings are sticky."

The sharp-eared Zaoji gave a rebuttal response, "Brother Youjing, Fengdou is still a child."

"..." Asahina Ukyo almost cut his finger, he turned his head speechlessly to stare at his sister Zaki who was lying and lying, "How old is he, are you still like this?"

Feeling impatient to wait for breakfast, the youngest son of the Asahina family broke into the kitchen, Asahina rubbed her eyes and trotted up to answer, "I know! Fudou is only three years old in my sister's eyes!"

The good boy Naya Asahina, who had finished answering, complained in a low voice about her sister's partiality, "My sister advised Mi last time that to become a mature man, you must start by eating less pudding."

"My sister persuaded me with her front foot, and she fed my pudding to Brother Fengdou with her back foot." Asahina Nami muttered dissatisfiedly, his weak heart was deceived by adults.

"..." Asahina Ukyo didn't know about this at first, but after hearing the younger brother's protest, he stared at the two siblings as if nothing had happened.

"You two!"

Taking advantage of Asahina Ukyo's outburst of ghostly behavior, Zaoji pulled up the wind bucket and turned around after thinking about something wrong, slipped away openly, and did not forget to leave a bad word.

"I, Asahina Saki, are well-known and double-standard."

"Brother Youjing, if you want, you can barely be a big kid."

Running hand in hand.

The temperature of the palm gradually melted into one.

"Did you see Ukyo-san's dark face?" Zaoji came back to his senses, seeing that Huang Quan continued to tease Asahina Ukyo, and her witty words lost Asahina Futo's interest.

"What's the matter?" Zao Ji realized that something was wrong with his younger brother, suppressed the smile on his lips, and asked with a frown.

Fengdou lowered his head and recounted the lengthy memories of last night in detail.

He stared intently, trying to get the corresponding answer from the changing expression on Zao Ji's face.

"Are you busy with filming recently, and the pressure is too much?"

"It's so fake that I almost believe it."

Zaoji laughed so happily that she almost didn't perform the pose of finding her head everywhere. Her behavior made Asahina Futo furious.The latter dubiously cast a sharp question mark on the reliability of his dreams.

As the saying goes, dreams are the opposite.

Right?

Seeing his younger brother Fudou hanging his head down and looking absent-minded, Saoki lovingly rubbed Asahina Fudou's head, "Sister will always be with you."

The same words as in the dream.

Aroused his trance.

Asahina Futo looked up again, at that time, Zaoji had turned his head to stare at the floating clouds outside the window, smiling calmly.

My dear half/body... how can I get close to you.

Touch a little bit of your heart.

***

[Are you interested in meeting me, Xiao Zaoji? ]

[Let's talk about fifty cents. ]

The content of the above text message was written by Bai Fumei Bailan.

[Are you broke? ] After accepting the other party's invitation, Zao Ji couldn't help being curious about Ms. Bailan.

Coincidentally, the date was set at the coffee shop downstairs of the Armed Detective Agency.

Before she was about to go out, Zao turned around and put on the gift that Koyo Ozaki personally gave her.

The tassels on the edge of the hairpin rotate with the wind.

Like the dancing of early skirts.

In the coffee shop that caught her eyes was Osamu Dazai who held up the hand of a waitress and confide in a complete collection of love words, "Beautiful lady."

The waitress was accustomed to perfunctory Osamu Dazai who did not pay back his debts, and she easily took her hand away, and greeted Saki with a service smile on her face.

"Hey, isn't this Xiao Zaoji?" Dazai Osamu ignored the waitress' delicate expression, sat down opposite Zaoji, and greeted her calmly.

"Mr. Dazai."

"Why are you and I so unfamiliar." Osamu Dazai took out his black card from his pocket without waiting for Zaoji's response, "Whatever you want to drink, just order it."

The waitress showed an exclamation mark. Sure enough, the power of love blinds people. For example, Mr. Dazai, who is poor all day long, can have a day of being taken advantage of.

Thanks to the blessing of being the wife of the leader of mafia for three times, Saki recognized the owner of this card at a glance. It is obvious that it is not Osamu Dazai, but her second cheap husband Chuya Nakahara.

Osamu Dazai was keenly aware of Saki's thoughts, "Huh? Don't you believe this card is mine?"

"I am the one who knows the password." Dazai Osamu tried to prove himself without shame.If it is as Dazai Osamu said, Zaoji also knows the code of Chuya in the Central Plains like the back of his hand.

After all, the other party's password is not difficult at all.

Early Ji smiled and did not make any answer.

The third dead ghost husband in front of me is no longer the rich man who boasted that he would leave the inheritance to her, but a real poor ghost, or a soft rice (?) man who used the Zhongyuan Chuya credit card.

"Well, I don't expect to be able to fool Xiaozaoji." Osamu Dazai shrugged and said nonchalantly, and he put away the black card neatly against the eyes of the remorseful waitress.

When the order was over and the waitress was leaving, Osamu Dazai caught off guard and shoved his face, which was covered with bandage marks, under Saki's eyelids, crossing the so-called safe distance in one fell swoop.

"let me guess."

"I knew you early, right?"

"If you are referring to Mr. Chuya Nakahara, I do know him." Zao Ji replied indifferently.

"Only slugs that have never been deeply nourished by love will plunge into the river of love and cannot extricate themselves." Osamu Dazai's tone could not be heard, and there was a hint of sharp sarcasm.

"It doesn't matter." Early Ji's unclear words made Osamu Dazai stop his murmur, "Compared to Shuzhi-kun during the day."

"I prefer Xiuzhi at night."

Or Osamu Dazai in the state of a little black cat.

The second half of the sentence was omitted by Zao Ji.

The girl in front of her smiled and said heart-wrenching words, and her eyes were full of vile interest.

"Speaking of it." Zao Ji deliberately lowered his voice, "Shuji and Hayashi Taro are really in the same line."

"Humans and aliens."

"Myself and myself."

The crimson lips were as delicate as a flower, spitting out unknown venom.

Cuscuta?

Just pretend.

It's time to let the peer with a filter as deep as a beer cap come out and take a good look at the woman he never forgets.