Only 100 days left in life

But just after opening the door, Mariko Shiratori was thrown into her arms by a chubby cat.

She reached out and picked up the cat that woke up in the middle of the night and was about to climb up while grabbing her trouser leg. She piled the keys and things on the shoe cabinet, and changed the shoes in the hallway with difficulty, and pressed down to put it in the bag. Drilled dumplings.

Seeing the more and more mellow cat fluttering in Shiratori Mariko's arms, Fuheshier sneered.

He walked around the side uninterestedly, changed his shoes and walked inside.

After smoothing the hair for the dumpling, Mariko Shiratori looked up and saw Fu Heisher was carrying things to the living room, and said quickly, "Remember to heat it up first! Microwave!"

What is there to eat directly from the things bought from the freezer!Wouldn't it be nice to have some hot food in the middle of the night?

Seeing that Fuhesher turned around and wanted to say something lazily, Shiratori Mariko continued decisively, "You are not allowed to just eat snacks, or they will be confiscated."

She carried the bag with the cat in her arms and walked inside, "It's okay to eat the balls I bought first, don't just eat potato chips or something. Otherwise, they will all be confiscated."

Fu Heisher, who wanted to be lazy, said, "Tsk."

He turned around a little upset, threw the cooled food into the microwave to heat it up, closed the glass door again, sat back in the living room, and turned on the TV to watch the horse race.

Shiratori Mariko: It's really no surprise, can't we let the TV take a break?never mind.

She sighed, pretending not to see, took out the contents of the other bag, and placed them on the table one by one.

During this period, the dumpling who was following her jumped up onto the table, rubbed against her wrist, put its little head on Shiratori Mariko's hand, and swayed back and forth.

Then the tail almost knocked Oden who was lying on the side over.

Shiratori Mariko was startled, quickly hugged the dumpling away, put it on the other side, and nodded its little nose, "You can't do this, you will be burned."

When everything is almost packed, Shiratori Mariko is in the mood to pay attention to the aggrieved dumpling wandering around the table.

She hugged the little guy and stood up from the table, went to the cabinet in the living room to find some cat snacks.

"In special circumstances, I'll give you a little bit?" Shiratori Mariko said softly, and couldn't help but patted its head.

Surprisingly, the dumpling happily rubbed Shiratori Mariko several times before jumping to the food bowl and began to eat its extra meal.

Seeing that the cat had already eaten a small amount of snacks, Shiratori Mariko breathed a sigh of relief, and stretched out her hand to smooth its fur.

Changing into a nightdress, she returned to the living room with her mobile phone and sat back at the dining table.

Fuheshel, who had already taken out the food from the microwave oven and ate it consciously, glanced at Shiratori Mariko.

She loosened the ponytail she had tied when she went out, and her brown hair was scattered on her shoulders, revealing a bit of casual and natural softness.

Fuheshier took a bite of the sandwich in his hand without interest, sat cross-legged on the chair, and watched the horse racing show behind Shiratori Mariko.

Shiratori Mariko: "Ji Er-kun, did you warm up my share for me?"

She suspected that the guy in front of him would remember the horse racing show after he came back, and forget everything else, including the fact that he wanted to help her.

Fuheshier glanced at her, and pushed a plate in front of her.

"Your," he said.

Shiratori Mariko was stunned for a moment, and felt that this was a surprise, "Thank you, Mr. Shier."

Then he received a disgusted look from Fuhesher.

Shiratori Mariko: "Okay, pretend I didn't say it."

She sat down, opened the canned fruit wine that was set aside, hesitated for a while, poured herself a glass, and handed the remaining half to Fu Heisher, "Do you want to drink it directly or pour it into a glass? "

Fu Heisher originally wanted to refuse directly, but after thinking about it, he still accepted it.

He didn't intend to take his eyes off the TV, he was still staring at the horse racing show, "I'll talk about it later."

Shiratori Mariko: "Understood."

She was eating supper while looking at her mobile phone, which was a rare pastime.

A moment later, when the program was intermission and the fierce competition was suspended, Fu Heisher threw the food packaging bag in his hand into the trash can.

After walking back, looking at the fruit wine on the table, he realized that he hadn't finished drinking it yet.

After drinking the rest of the fruit wine in one gulp, Fu Heisher frowned in displeasure.

Sure enough, it was no different from a juice drink, and it was even more unpalatable because of the strange smell of alcohol.

Naturally, this degree of alcohol would not make him drunk. In fact, for Fu Heisher, he drank almost any kind of wine.

It's bland and tasteless, and you can't get drunk anyway, so that's it.Why did he suggest that guy to buy such a thing?

Oh, speaking of which, Mariko Shiratori—

Fuheshier looked up, only to find that Shiratori Mariko not only ate up the supper she bought, but also drank up the little fruit wine in her own glass.

Her eyes were still a little red, and she held her head a little sluggishly, as if a little unresponsive, looking dazed.

Fuhesher: Are you drunk?That's it?

It's just a bottle of fruit juice alcoholic drink, which is barely comparable to fruit wine.

But before he could do anything to test it, Shiratori Mariko just looked at him motionless and didn't speak.

She blinked, and a tear flowed slowly down her pale and thin cheeks, and then fell down.

Followed by the second drop, the third drop

Her tears were like slow motion in a movie, falling down extremely slowly.

Shiratori Mariko pursed her lips, lifted the sleeve of her nightgown from time to time, wiped it carelessly, and then continued to shed tears slowly.

The white sleeves were raised and lowered, and the slender, thin and pale skin almost melted into the nightdress, drawing a light arc, like melting and flowing mercury.

And seemingly unaware that she was drunk, Shiratori Mariko still sat quietly in her seat, sniffling softly from time to time, without any thought of returning to the room.

Even when she was drunk, she still seemed to have some sense of "shouldn't disturb others", and she seemed to be cautious about venting her emotions.

Looks like he was really drunk.It is estimated that he was not lightly drunk.

As for her current appearance, rather than really "looking at him", she might just find a place to stare at him casually for a while.

Fu Heisher casually took a bite of the meatball on the bamboo stick, looked at Shiratori Mariko, and didn't speak.

For a while, apart from the low sobbing of Mariko Shiratori, there was only the fierce competition on the horse racing channel, who would win the final prize.

The horse racing, which was usually quite interesting, was now like noise.

A little fidgety Fuheshier: "tsk."

He got up, took a pack of toilet paper and placed it in front of Shiratori Mariko.

The drunk Shiratori Mariko obediently took out a tissue to wipe her tears, crying while wiping.

A pile of discarded paper piled up like a hill soon beside her, and Shiratori Mariko didn't realize the seriousness of the matter at all, and was still repeating the action of wiping her tears and continuing to cry.

Fu Heisher had to interrupt her movement, "Hello."

Hearing Fuheshier's voice, Shiratori Mariko paused the movements of her hands a little bit slowly, and raised her head in confusion.

Tears that hadn't been wiped away ran down her face, and fell on Mariko Shiratori's nightdress, fainting into a small wet pit.

Shiratori Mariko looked down at the tear stains on her nightgown, and then looked up at Fuheshier.

Although she didn't speak, Fu Heisher actually saw a silent condemnation in her eyes.

Fuhesher: "Forget it."

After hearing a satisfactory answer, Mariko Shiratori turned back and yawned a little by the way. After that, as if some hidden switch had been triggered, her yawns followed her slowly Swallow the tears together.

It seemed a little funny.

Finally, Shiratori Mariko was tired from crying.

She lay on the table like this and fell into a deep sleep.

His long brown hair fell over his shoulders, covering his face buried between his arms.

The large white nightdress was put on her body, and the sleeves swayed slightly with the wind, like white petals about to fall.

Generally speaking, Shiratori Mariko's body undulated gently, she didn't speak, and she didn't make any other movements. She probably fell asleep.

Judging from the fact that the TV next to her was still on and she hadn't responded yet, she was probably still soundly asleep.

The moon outside the window pulled out from the dark clouds and sprinkled silver-like light on everything, so the sleeping white bird Mariko was also covered with a hazy and fuzzy veil.

She looked like a sleepy bird. After a long journey, she covered her tiredness with her scarred wings, and fell asleep defenselessly in her nest.

Turning off the TV with the TV remote control, Fuheshier stood up and stared at Shiratori Mariko for a while.

Finally, he breathed out a sigh, walked around the table, reached out and hugged her.

Sending the person back to her own bed, Fuheshier glanced at Shiratori Mariko again.

The ends of her eyes were still red, slightly swollen from crying, especially on her pale to sickly skin.

Fu Heisher paused for a moment, and then, quite calmly, even a little indifferently, he reached out and wiped away the remaining tears from the corners of her eyes.

After doing this, he turned around like this and walked towards the living room on the other side of the door.

Nothing was watching him.

Fu Heisher tilted his head, and met a pair of calm and sober cat eyes.

Tuanzi stood quietly at the door, wearing his funny green glasses that he got from no one knew where, and looked at Fuhesher carefully, as if evaluating something rationally.

It's decent.Just a cat.

Fu Heisher bent down, and with a rare conscience, he picked up the cat squatting at the door, and closed the door behind him.

When he stretched out his hand to pull the cat into his arms, Tuanzi visibly stiffened.

Seeing that the little guy was about to explode, Fu Heisher sneered.

Throwing the dumpling casually into its cat litter, Fu Heisher walked to the edge of the sofa on his own.

The TV has been turned off, and the living room is quiet, only the sound of his own breathing can be heard.

After a pause, Fuheshier seemed to have thought of something, stood up and turned off the living room light that was still on.

After standing in the dark for a while, he returned to his bed, lay down, and pulled the quilt back.

"Sleeping," he said to himself.

Let's do it first.