Only 100 days left in life

Flower Street at night, people gradually increased.

Since the electricity was turned on during the Taisho period, even at night, it is as bright as day.

Crowds are bustling on this street, chatting and laughing, all of which show the prosperity here.

"You bastard, I already told you not to drink water like that," Umo Tengen, who was wearing a kimono with sleeves tucked in, said in a bad mood.

Followed by him is the only remaining Inosuke.

On Inosuke's clothes was a piggy head pendant that Shiratori Mariko had given him before, and the makeup on his face was already smeared, looking sloppy.

They went to several stores in a row, but no one was willing to accept Inosuke, even if it was a discount.

Inosuke subconsciously wanted to refute, but remembering what Umo Tengen told him before he came, "Don't speak," even after taking the voice-changing medicine given by Mariko Shiratori, he didn't speak.

He followed behind Yu Mao Tianyuan, his face was full of disbelief, and he was angry, and accidentally passed by a passing woman.

Because she didn't care about the people around her at all, the woman in her thirties almost tripped over this little girl who didn't know the rules.

Inosuke gave her a hand, and waited for her to stand firmly before withdrawing his hand.

The proprietress of Ogimotoya wanted to scold the girl twice, but she froze for a moment when she saw Inosuke's face through the light.

She grabbed Inosuke's wrist abruptly, looked at Umo Tengen beside her, "This child——you have an offer!"

Yu Mao Tianyuan raised his eyebrows.

"This?" He compared a number with a smile, "If you like it, it would be really nice to take it back and be a servant."

When the proprietress of Ogimotoya heard the price, she couldn't believe it even more.

"Really?!" She quickly took out her wallet, grabbed a handful of money and handed it to Umo Tengen, then hurriedly pulled Inosuke away, as if she was afraid that Umo Tengen would regret it.

Even if it is such a beautiful man, it is absolutely impossible for her to give up the beautiful girl she got anyway!Take it back, this seedling is very good!

Inosuke, who was suddenly taken away, struggled subconsciously, looked at Umo Tengen, and realized that he wanted to leave with the proprietress.

So Inosuke gave up struggling, and obediently followed the proprietress back.

"Hey, that's right," the proprietress held his hand in satisfaction, "Be good, do you hear me? I won't treat you badly. Our Ogimotoya is one of the best shops here."

Umo Tengen looked at Inosuke who was leaving, and he was relieved to think that he had finally placed three people in the store.

Hope to find some clues.

The crowd in front of them boiled up, as if something lively had happened.

Yu Mao Tianyuan turned around, quickened his pace and left from the other side.

There was a rattle of bells ahead.

Following the rhythmic sound, Lixia Huakui walked forward slowly.

Shiratori Mariko was also standing on the side of the street, looking at Lixia Huakui who was in the middle of the crowd.

She is like a vivid goldfish, and charming like a half-bloomed rose, stepping forward step by step, swaying and graceful.

"Oiran steps need to be learned for at least two to three years," the next oiran next to her took a sip of a pipe slowly, and leaned on Shiratori Mariko's shoulder.

She said slowly, "I heard from the proprietress that you did Li Xia's makeup tonight for her, don't be shy if you still have a good chat with her."

Shiratori Mariko froze, she rarely had such intimate physical contact with others, her face was almost burning.

"That's true," she still resisted the thought of pulling her hands off her shoulders, "Did you have a good conversation, it was just entrusted by others."

In fact, it didn't take long for Shiratori Mariko to leave Koisha Oiran's room and go back to rest.

She still had to communicate with Yinzhu at night about the information she got from Lixia Huakui today, and it would be too bad if something went wrong because of lethargy.

The alternate oiran didn't know if he believed it or not, but lightly exhaled a smoke ring.

She looked at Li Xia, who was wearing heavy clothes and was slowly approaching the distinguished guest with the sound of music, she didn't know whether it was envy or pity, "The shoes are very heavy, I fell down, got up, and continued, beautiful , It’s always like this, forget it, it’s also meaningless to tell you men.”

With a soft snort, the alternate oiran withdrew her hand and walked inside with a dull look.

The gold ornaments on her head are entangled with vine-like patterns, which are dazzling and dazzling under the street lights.

Shiratori Mariko sighed and chased after her.

"I'm sorry, I really don't understand," Mariko Shiratori said frankly, "but you are very beautiful."

Facing the stunned eyes of the candidate oiran, she said with a smile, "I am very happy to meet you."

She gently pulled the sleeve of the candidate oiran, and under her puzzled gaze, she took out a candy from her pocket and put it in her palm.

"This is a thank you gift—thank you for being willing to chat with me."

The alternate oiran was stunned, then glanced at Shiratori Mariko, and pulled back her sleeve forcefully.

"I didn't expect Xiao Suma to have such a big brother." She didn't know whether to mock or praise, "You are so gentle and affectionate, Mr. Shiratori."

Hearing the alternate oiran's words, Shiratori Mariko realized that she probably heard the conversation between herself and Lixia.

"Please do your work," she smiled tolerantly, "I'll go first—"

"Huh?" The alternate oiran glanced at Shiratori Mariko, "Come with me."

She held Shiratori Mariko's wrist with her backhand, and realized that it was too slender almost the moment she touched it.

The alternate oiran frowned, it didn't look like a man, but a woman's skeleton.

She glanced at Shiratori Mariko who seemed a little hesitant, calmly suppressed her doubts, and pulled her to her room, "I won't eat you again. Didn't you want to ask about Kosuma Is it? I used to live next door to her."

Shiratori Mariko glanced at the alternate oiran who held her back in surprise, "Okay, okay?"

She was dragged and sat down in a daze like this, with a cup of tea stuffed in her hand.

"Oiran Lixia should have told you about the specifics," said the alternate oiran, "I won't repeat it."

Her eyebrows and eyes showed a little coldness, "I don't know if this is evidence. After Suma Oiran left, the proprietress found her diary, but I found this."

She took out a handkerchief from the drawer, and slowly unfolded the handkerchief.

It was an exquisite golden flower with a special pattern and a delicate luster, which seemed to be of great value.

"Why did you run off with a man?" The alternate oiran seemed a little disdainful of this rhetoric, "Oiran Lixia is right, it's just a rumor. Oiran Suma is a very good person and she works very hard."

She handed the golden flower to Shiratori Mariko, "This golden flower is neither the type commonly used by Suma, nor does it belong to anyone in the house at that time. I haven't checked who it is, for fear of causing disaster."

Shiratori Mariko nodded, took the flower carefully, and put it in her close pocket.

"It's been really helpful," she said with a smile. "It really means a lot to me, thank you so much."

The alternate oiran waved his hand, "It's not for you."

She breathed a sigh of relief and stood up, "It's just to thank Oiran Suma for taking care of me. Alright, I'm going to work."

Shiratori Mariko nodded at her, stood up too, and pushed the door open.

Because of the need to welcome that distinguished guest, most of the rooms on the first floor of Ren's house are now empty.

The alternate oiran put on that faint smile again, and went to greet his guests.

And Shiratori Mariko also came out from inside, and walked towards her room as if nothing had happened.

It seemed that the oiran was welcoming the guests again, and the unique sound of rattles sounded in the street again.

She raised her head inadvertently, glanced out, but met a pair of emotionless eyes.

Fern Ji glanced at the room above Ren's house at that time, and looked away again.

She supported the person beside her, thinking about tonight's affairs - I heard that the proprietress took in a new woman and asked her to take good care of her.

Of course, she will take good care of it.

Fern Ji showed a somewhat malicious smile.

"Didn't you eat?" Ji Ji looked condescendingly at the woman kneeling inside the room, "If you can't even do such trivial things well, you might as well die."

She looked at the newcomer in front of her from bottom to top, "The lady boss asked me to bring you such a waste, it's a bit disgusting. Go to hell, and save me trouble."

Zenyuan Naoya gritted his teeth and told himself to hold back.

If she can't find out the news, all previous efforts will be wasted. Not only will she not be favored by the Demon Slayer Squad, but she will also lose Gojo Satoru's promise of patience, she must be patient.

"Oh, Fern Ji Oiran," the boss next to him persuaded tactfully, "Although the newcomers are not young, they should be taught slowly."

He said flatteringly, "She has such a temperament, she is too submissive, and she is so, so tall, and she can barely see her face. It is really not worth your anger."

"Yes," some guests also sighed, "but being soft also has its benefits."

He laughed twice, "And you can still see the face? If you can't even see the face, there is nothing left, right?"

"Yeah," Ji Ji stretched out her hand, pinched Zenyuan Naoya's face, and looked at her arrogantly, "It's okay to only see the face."

She used more and more force in her hand, Zenyuan Zhizai was in pain, and she almost scolded her ancestors for 360 generations in her heart.

If not, if not because of some mission

With a bang, a basin of cold water poured down on Fern Ji.

Ji Ji suddenly turned cold, and let go of Zenyuan Naoya's hand.

She took a few steps back, avoiding the splashing water, "What are you doing?! You are so brave!"

"Sorry!" Shanyi fell to his knees in a panic, "I slipped my hand."

Realizing that the person in front of him was a ghost, he stood in front of Zenyuan Naoya tremblingly, touching his head to the ground, almost crying, "I didn't mean it, please forgive me."

Fern Ji impatiently listened to Shanyi's explanation, so she simply kicked her over.

But at this moment, Chanyuan Naoya pulled Shanyi up by his collar, quickly took two steps back, and stood at the door.

"You..." In this dignified atmosphere, Zenyuan Naoya tentatively said, "Isn't there a guest?"

"Are you teaching me how to do things?" After being distracted immediately, Fern Ji said angrily.

"Don't dare," Naoya Chanyuan endured the humiliation and said, "It's just a reminder."

If she really taught this oiran how to do things, she might have already slapped her up—when a person is under the eaves, just bow your head.