The man rescued from Kabukicho

"Will I bother you if I sit next to you?" Cilang asked softly.

Yijiyuan didn't mind, and said "please".

Ciro pulled open the legless armchair and sat down on the side of the low table. His body was facing the paper door, and he was on his side, very careful not to read what Yijiin was writing.

Of course, such things as suicide notes should not be read casually.He didn't want to see it either.

He just wanted to stay next to Yijuin while he was writing his suicide note.

The slender fingers with well-defined knuckles, the action of unscrewing the cap of the pen has an indescribable sense of emptiness, holding the pen in a standard posture, just like this, it makes people think of words like pleasing to the eye.

Writing and writing are not slow, occasionally pausing to think.The whole person presents a rather relaxed posture, without being overly serious, but it is not completely casual, either.

If I have to describe it, the appropriate words seem to be: free and easy, calm.

This is the Yijiin who is writing the suicide note in Cilang's eyes.

Cilang thought in another way, if he was the one who wrote the suicide note, he assumed in his heart that he was about to bid farewell to this world, that his life would come to an end, and everything would come to naught... Just thinking about it like this made him uncontrollably sentimental.

——It’s still like this for a person like him who has nothing. An ordinary person with care and family property must be even more reluctant to leave this world.

According to common sense, this is the case.

Therefore, Jiro couldn't understand Yijuin's calmness in the face of death.

It was as if he didn't have too much nostalgia for the world, and he didn't even have a moment of sentimentality after arranging the funeral in this way.

No matter how carefully Cilang observed, he couldn't find a trace of haze from that handsome face.

It's not that Jiro wants to see Ijuin suffer.

To put it inappropriately, he would rather Yijuin relax like this every day, and then feel sad because of nostalgia when writing the suicide note, rather than see Yijuin who is so free and easy when writing the suicide note.

But if you can't understand, you can't understand, Ci Lang didn't make a sound to disturb, and stayed very quietly.

The entire process of writing the suicide note did not take long, and when Yijiyuan put down the pen, it was just the sunset.

As time passed, Cilang's heart tightened and tightened, but he suddenly let go.

"Have you finished writing?"

"what."

Hearing Mochizuki's worry, Yijuin responded and turned to look at him.

Hearing that Yijiyuan said that the writing was finished, Mochizuki seemed to finally feel at ease, her brows opened instantly, and her handsome face was softened by the sunset.

So I could see more clearly that the corners of my eyes were all red, as if I had been suffering all the time.

Very provocative.

Yijiyuan whispered: "Come here."

Cilang was taken aback for a moment, then walked over to Yijiyuan, was about to kneel down, but was dragged into his arms by Yijiyuan.

They're both men, even if it's a confessed relationship, sitting on Yijiin's lap like this, being held in Yijiin's arms, is really too unseemly.

"No," Cilang wanted to break free from this situation, "it's too shameful."

Yijiyuan disagreed: "There is no third person here."

That being said.

Jiro, still feeling ashamed, still wanted to break free.

"Sit here well," Yijiyuan restrained him, with a calm tone of confidence, "I will answer whatever you ask."

Cirou looked at Yijuin.

Cirou didn't believe this sentence.

Not that he thought Ijuin wouldn't answer his question.

Rather, he felt that even if he really didn't want to sit here, Yijiyuan would not fail to answer his question.

In his heart, subconsciously, he thought so.

Aware of his own thoughts, Cirou immediately couldn't move, as if his strength had been taken away.

"You really are too cunning," Cilang said in a muffled voice after he had calmed down.

Yijiyuan raised his eyebrows slightly, not hiding his complacency.

After calming down, Cilang thought about it and asked, "Yijiyuan, why do you come here every year to write a suicide note?"

Yijuin answered quickly: "Because it's beautiful here."

But what an answer.

Cilang corrected the question: "The key point is 'write a suicide note every year'."

Yijiyuan replied easily: "Since we have to write, it is better to write in the beautiful scenery."

He couldn't agree with this premise: "Why do you say 'since you have to write', people in their 30s don't usually know how to write?"

Yijiyuan said as a matter of course: "I am not an ordinary person."

Although what he said was indeed the truth, and perhaps "as the chairman of the Ijuin consortium, you must think carefully" might also be the truth, Jiro still felt that he was about to be laughed at by Ijuin.

Cilang is not stupid, how could he fail to see that Yijiyuan has been deliberately avoiding the important ones.

However, even the suicide note has been written so calmly, what else is there to avoid now?

"I'm asking you." Cirou stared at Yijuin seriously, and asked directly, "Why are you so calm about death?"

Yijiin didn't ask and answer as quickly as before, but stretched out his hand to caress the corner of Jirou's eyes.

Even the skin around the eyes is red.

It's trying to endure, it's really pitiful to watch.

Yijiyuan sighed: "This is not a big deal. You don't need to be so sentimental, it's just a suicide note, and I didn't..."

"To shut up!"

Jiro tightly covered Yijuin's mouth.