Only 100 days left in life

Natsume Takashi replied with a smile and hung up the phone.

"Come on," he said, "Miss Shiratori is calling us over."

Aoi hesitated.

"I don't," he said, "I'd better not go. I was shaken by that letter, and I found it here."

He turned around and walked outside, "Let's forget it. Just right, my brothers are urging me to go back."

Now that I know that Xiaoxiang didn't let go of everything related to him and monsters, but ran to the mountain again, then I can't even go to see her.

Natsume Takashi: "But, Miss Shiratori said, Miss Xiang is already waiting there.

He said, "If you don't go, Miss Xiang will be very disappointed, right?"

Thinking of this, Aoi pursed her lips again.

Indeed, in the final analysis, he also hoped that she could get the happiness she deserved.

"Let's go," Aoi finally said.

He couldn't respond to Xiaoxiang's feelings, but after she got happiness, he should go to bless her.

"That's right, it's better to go honestly!" Natsume Takashi said, pulling Aoi outside, "Hurry up, hurry up, don't make her wait too long."

Before he had time to rush to the door, the suddenly enlarged Madara grabbed his clothes.

Aoi on the other side looked at Madara in surprise, and asked hesitantly, "Master Kitty?"

Did something happen?

"I'll take you there reluctantly," Madara said lazily, "Sure enough, you're still too young to be troubled by such problems."

The rain outside was pattering, beating on the glass windows.

The window leading to the forest was not closed, but half open, revealing the rain-drenched, lush trees, from time to time shedding a few yellowed leaves, signaling the arrival of autumn and the transition from old to new.

"Ah, so," Shiratori Mariko said thoughtfully, holding the cup, "is the wedding fake?"

She laughed, "Let me just say that although it is true that high school students have reached the age of marriage, it is too early to get married now."

Fuheshier looked at Shiratori Mariko and said quickly, "Yes, it's too early."

Gojo Satoru, who also understood, nodded in agreement, "That's right, as a spicy teacher, I don't really recommend that students get married so early—"

Then, he also glanced at Mariko Shiratori.

Mariko Shiratori, confused by the actions of the two: "? Why are you looking at me?"

She hesitated and said, "I'm an adult, don't worry—no, where did I get married!!!"

Wujo Satoru actively raised his hand, "Wow, does Shiratori have a need for this? Then let Wujo, the strongest part-time and handsome teacher, help you solve this problem—after all, I am perfect in every aspect. what~"

Fu Heisher said blankly, "It's the number one shameless."

Shiratori Mariko nodded with rare approval, "That's true."

She had never seen the second person who put so many praise labels on herself.

"Hey, Shiratori agrees with that guy, I'm so sad, ah, so sad," Gojo Satoru covered his heart, pretending to be hurt, "It hurts, oh, no, I need two servings of pudding to get better~ "

Shiratori Mariko: "Why don't you sleep. It's faster to dream."

I still want to eat pudding, and I want to be beautiful.

Gojo Satoru exclaimed, "Is that so? Okay, I'll sleep now!"

He closed his eyes resolutely, opened them again, and looked at Mariko Shiratori expectantly, "I fell asleep! I woke up! Shiratori, pudding——"

"No," Shiratori Mariko was almost a headache from his quarrel, "if you quarrel again, go back to your teacher's dormitory and sleep."

She knocked on the cup in her hand, ignoring Gojo Satoru who was yelling, "Xiaoxiang, would you like another glass of milk?"

Yuan Chuanxiang shook her head, but asked curiously, "Is Mr. Gojo a teacher?"

I can't see any teacher at all, and the teachers she has been in contact with - no matter what age group she has been in contact with - are different.

"Yeah," Gojo Satoru leaned on the cat bed and made a handsome gesture, "How about it, do you feel that I am the strongest teacher who combines temperament, strength and handsomeness?"

He held down the dumpling who was sprinting in his direction with one hand, intending to hit his handsome face a few times, and said with a smile, "Oh, I can't help it, I'm just so attractive~"

"Actually not," Yuan Chuanxiang, who only has feelings for Aoi, said sincerely, "I'm just curious what Mr. Gojo teaches. Chinese? Painting? Physical education?"

She was silent for a while, "It can't be mathematics, right?"

Gojo Satoru said with a smile, "Guess?"

Yuan Chuanxiang glanced at him, "I don't want it."

She thought about it, and told the truth, "After all, it doesn't look like a serious subject. Could it be Braille...?"

Fu Heisher: "Pfft."

Mariko Shiratori began to think seriously, "Speaking of which, the five do not have a teacher qualification certificate?"

"Have you taken any relevant exams?" she asked.

"Why do you have such a strange idea?" Wujo Satoru said in surprise.

Shiratori Mariko nodded, "Oh, so it's—"

"Of course not!" Gojo Satoru said without hesitation, "For a strong and handsome person like me, why do I have to rely on exams to be recognized by others?"

He shook his finger, full of confidence, "Even if I don't take the exam, there are still a lot of people who want me to teach their children."

Yuan Chuanxiang said thoughtfully, "Okay, that's working without a license."

She paused for a moment, and added, "Sure enough, it's not a serious teacher."

Wujo Satoru who was said to be "not a serious teacher":

Shiratori Mariko couldn't hold back, and laughed a few times.

"Okay, okay," she stood up, found some change from the side, and said soothingly, "Wu Tiao, don't you want dessert? Go buy it yourself, the convenience store downstairs has half-cooked cheese. "

She stuffed the coins she found into Gojo Satoru's palm, "Go, anyway, you won't sleep even if you stay here."

Gojo Gojo was stunned for a moment, clenched the coin in his hand, and resumed his usual indecency, "Oh, Shiratori is planning to keep my dessert—I'm really touched!"

He shook the coin in his hand, "Wow! How lucky I am!"

Shiratori Mariko: "Okay, I'll take it when I see it."

Fu Heisher stared at Gojo Satoru for a while, then said in a deep voice, "Mine."

"Huh?" Shiratori Mariko turned around in confusion, "Do you want dessert too?"

She took out another copy, endured the pain in her heart and said, "I'm just being generous for once—you guys go together. Do you want Xiaoxiang?"

"I, yes, money," Fu Heisher said every word.

He glanced at Gojo Satoru with disgust, "And who wants to go with that guy."

Shiratori Mariko: "It's my money."

She endured it, "Then go buy vegetables. Hurry up, now, go buy vegetables for me!"

After driving the two chat show masters down the stairs, Shiratori Mariko sat back on the sofa and breathed a sigh of relief.

She rubbed her hands on the side of the cup and asked curiously, "Speaking of which, how did Xiaoxiang come up with the idea of ​​using the wedding ceremony to call Aoi? Are you not worried that he won't come?"

"Ah, after all, Xiaokui hides from me too much, and I don't want to pretend to be ill to trick him into coming to see me." Yuan Chuanxiang took another bite of the sandwich in his hand, and said vaguely, "That would be too bad—— It's not necessary either."

"Although it's all a lie, why don't I make up a wedding," she said, "if he doesn't come, forget it, and treat him as not worth my waiting any longer. But, if he comes, he will definitely be punished by me." It’s in the palm of my hand! Whether it’s to beat him hard, get revenge on him for leaving without saying goodbye, or talk to him, I really want to see him again.”

Following these words, she made a fist-clenching motion, looking majestic.

Mariko Shiratori turned her head to look at this brown-haired and brown-eyed girl who looked firm and serious, feeling a little envious for no reason.

"Wonderful," she said, "sounds great."

Yuan Chuanxiang snorted unexpectedly, and said a little shyly, "Does Shiratori think it's great?"

The blush on her face hadn't subsided when she mentioned her sweetheart, "That's what it is like to like someone—Shiratori will definitely meet you in the future!"

Although she only got in touch with Shiratori Mariko for a short while, Yuan Chuanxiang could clearly recognize that she was a gentle and peaceful person.

She was waiting outside, but because of the rain, Shiratori Mariko called her in, lent her a dry towel, and heated milk and bread for her after hearing that she hadn't eaten.

Shiratori Mariko smiled and shook her head, "That's not what I'm talking about."

She said with emotion, "I just think Xiaoxiang has the courage to chase after her—it's great."

The courage that Yuan Chuanxiang possesses to face the road ahead is a quality that she lacks and likes very much.

Possessing such high-spirited bravery is like hugging driftwood tightly in a muddy swamp. Even if you are rejected, even if you fail, and you fall down countless times, you can get up with a grinning grin and walk further forward.

"Probably because I really like Xiaokui," Yuan Chuanxiang said uncertainly, "that's why I'm willing to do this. If Shiratori meets someone who doesn't want to let go in the future, he should naturally understand what to do." Be brave!"

She gestured, thinking that she had known Aoi since she was a child, and hesitated again, "Probably?"

"That's good too." Amused by Yuan Chuanxiang's last guilty tone, Shiratori Mariko winked at her, "But aren't you afraid that one day you have to separate from him?"

She recalled what Natsume and Aoi told her yesterday, "As people grow older, people may gradually lose sight of monsters. And, you know, the lives of people and monsters are also different, like Damocles hanging over people's heads The sword. Don't you feel scared?"

Yuan Chuanxiang shook his head.

"I don't know the answer to this question yet," she said, "but I know that if I choose to give up without getting the answer, I will regret and suffer for the rest of my life. If this is the case-then It's better to choose a less painful one, right?"

After finishing speaking, she said with a lively smile, "But now I feel that I am very lucky to have met Xiao Kui. So it is impossible to imagine a life without seeing him."

Shiratori Mariko responded thoughtfully.

She raised the cup filled with clear water, and motioned to Yuan Chuanxiang, "Then, I wish you all your wishes come true?"

Yuan Chuanxiang also smiled and raised the disposable paper cup filled with milk, "I wish you all the best!"

After clinking glasses, she took out her phone and glanced at the time, "It's raining heavily outside, did they remember to bring an umbrella? Or, Shiratori, lend me an umbrella, and I'll go pick them up?"

At this moment, there was a clear sound of footsteps stepping on the leaves near the window sill.

When Aoi walked to the edge of the abandoned house, she saw Shiratori Mariko and Yuan Chuanxiang sitting on the sofa from the half-open window, who seemed to be having a good conversation.

Xiang looks taller and seems to have lost a lot of weight.

"Xiang, long time no see," Aoi rolled in along the window sill, "I heard that you are getting married, I—"

His waist was hugged violently.

Aoi subconsciously pushed her outward, "Stupid woman, why are you going to get married—let go of me! There are so many people watching!!"

Natsume Takashi, who was standing outside holding an umbrella, said at the right time, "Maybe I can pretend that I don't exist."

Shiratori Mariko nodded, and covered her eyes with her hand, "Yeah, you can pretend that we don't exist."

Then, he quietly opened his fingers a little.

Aoi, who was distracted, looked over unexpectedly, and met the brown eye in the gap.

Shiratori Mariko: "!"

Catching Aoi's gaze unexpectedly, she silently closed her fingers again.

Being interrupted like this, Aoi could hardly remember what she was doing just now.

It wasn't until the head buried in his arms moved that he realized that he was still holding Yuan Chuanxiang.

Aoi stretched out her hand to hold her arm and pulled it out, and said with a little embarrassment, "You bastard, let go! Let me go!"

He was annoyed and embarrassed at the same time, "You're getting married tomorrow! Don't be like this, Xiang—"

"Not married!" Yuan Chuanxiang hugged Aoi tightly, holding onto his shirt tightly, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm not married! It's fake!"

She said in a crying voice, "Let go and run away!! I don't want it!"

When Aoi heard this, she frowned, "You lied to me?"

He said in disbelief, "But, you, I—anyway, let me go first!"

Natsume Takashi and Shiratori Mariko are both present!How can it be like this, didn't you say you want to talk, how can you talk while holding it!

"I don't want it!" Yuan Chuanxiang said, "I won't let you go again!!"

She burst into tears, "No matter what, I won't let you go! Xiaokui, Xiaokui, Xiaokui, please don't leave anymore, okay, I don't want to be separated from you"

Yuan Chuanxiang's voice gradually became smaller, and finally turned into a low whimper.

"I don't want you to go," she cried, "Don't leave Xiaokui without saying goodbye, promise me, Xiaokui"

Aoi's strength in pushing her suddenly loosened, and finally raised her hand slowly, rubbing the top of Yuan Chuanxiang's hair in her arms.

"You don't know anything," he said with a wry smile, "so, I don't want to—"

"You can tell me!" Yuan Chuanxiang said, "I can understand, I'm not an idiot!"

She cried, "Can't we share the burden together! I'm an adult—you can trust me a little!"

Aoi was taken aback by her words.

"Yes," he said, "you're right. Let's talk."

Shiratori Mariko and Natsume Takashi looked at each other.

"Are you talking inside?" she said, "Natsume and I went out for a walk."

"Ah, but—"

"No, but," Shiratori Mariko said decisively, "You guys have a good talk, I'll go to the forest for a while."

She picked up the remaining umbrella from the umbrella stand on the other side, "Let's go, Natsume."

Natsume Takashi nodded, smiled at her and said, "Okay."

He hesitated, "Need help?"

Mariko Shiratori, who had already started to climb over the window sill and still couldn't get up after thumping twice, said, "Please."

So, why are Aoi, Yuanchuanxiang, and even Natsume turning over the window sill so proficient—is this a necessary skill for people from another world!

The pattering rain reflects the verdant green and blue-yellow of the forest, and it is gray.

Most of the mountains on this mountain a little distance from Natsume Takashi’s home are deciduous trees, and the fallen leaves are urged by the wind and rain to fall slowly, swirling and falling on the stagnant water. in the pit.

Natsume Takashi held an umbrella in one hand and a beckoning cat in the other, and wandered around the mountain with Shiratori Mariko.

Shiratori Mariko looked at the fat three-colored cat, and thought of the dumpling she had left at home.

Originally, she also wanted to bring the dumpling out, but it was inconvenient on a rainy day, and the dumpling seemed to be asleep again, so she gave up on this idea.

The fragrance of trees in the forest and the smell of wet rain brought Shiratori Mariko's thoughts further afield, and she began to follow Natsume Takashi in front of her absent-mindedly while thinking about other things.

The wind whirled past her, and the sound of rain slapped on her umbrella, like an unfinished song.

When Takashi Natsume realized that the people behind him hadn't followed and turned around, he saw Mariko Shiratori staring at a tree in a daze.

She pursed her lips, who was always smiling, as if she was thinking about something. Against her pale and weak face, she felt an inexplicable sense of loneliness.

It seemed that because she was too engrossed, Shiratori Mariko didn't even notice that her umbrella had been deflected, and the splashed rain hit her shoulders, fainting with traces of wetness.

Natsume Takashi hesitated for a moment, then walked to her side.

"Miss Shiratori, that," he said, "umbrella—"

Mariko Shiratori suddenly came back to her senses, "Oh oh oh, sorry."

She straightened the slightly crooked umbrella, and smiled at Natsume, "I was in a daze, and I was a little absorbed——sorry."

Natsume Takashi shook his head.

"It's okay," he asked hesitantly, "Well, I want to ask Miss Shiratori what's on her mind?"

Shiratori Mariko froze for a moment.

She blinked and said uncertainly, "Is it obvious?"

Natsume Takashi nodded.

"I don't know exactly what happened, but if I can be of help," he said, "please feel welcome."

His words made Shiratori Mariko laugh.

"I sometimes think I'm really lucky, Natsume," she looked up at the top of the treetops in front of her, "I always meet nice people like you."

A person who stretches upwards, flourishes toward the sun, and grows like a lush tree.

"Probably because Ms. Shiratori is a good person," Natsume Takashi held an umbrella, and also raised his head to look at the top of the tree, "so it is easy to attract similar people."

Shiratori Mariko glanced at him sideways.

"Actually, it's not a big deal," she said, "It's just that it's time to say goodbye to my friends, and I'm a little bit reluctant."

"Ah, is it because of this?" Natsume Takashi was a little surprised, but suddenly realized, "So it is like this."

Shiratori Mariko nodded.

"Yeah," she said with a smile, "is it weird?"

"No," Natsume Takashi said, with some agreement, "Although I don't know what kind of mood Ms. Shiratori is in, it is indeed very sad to part with friends."

Shiratori Mariko sighed, "Yeah, it's a very sad thing."

She said, "What about Natsume? Do you feel very reluctant to part with your friends?"

"Hey, ah, me?" Natsume Takashi pointed to himself, "If I say it, I will."

He said, "No one can really be reluctant. But sometimes, thinking about how difficult it is for us to meet each other, I think it's actually okay."

"After all, it's a great thing for me to meet them." After a pause, Natsume Takashi said with a smile, "Although it will be sad to separate, it won't be particularly scary."

"I've tried my best, and there's nothing I can't do."

"You're right," Shiratori Mariko sighed, "it's true."

However, sometimes knowing what is right and actually doing such a thing cannot be decided by herself, nor can others be shaken.

She still had a hard time reconciling with death.

It may take a while to think of it as something like eating and sleeping.

Listening to the sound of water droplets falling from the edge of the umbrella, Shiratori Mariko fell silent again, staring at the scene in front of her, wondering what she was thinking.

She didn't say a word, so Natsume Takashi stood beside her quietly and watched the rain with her for a while.

Neither of them spoke again.

"The matter between Aoi and Miss Kawasaki has come to an end. But, Teacher Cat," Natsume Takashi said thoughtfully while holding a pen, "Miss Shiratori said that the passage to her world will be closed in two weeks. gone."

There was a homework book in front of him, but he was obviously a bit puzzled, and he was not in the mood to continue to complete the homework.

"Hmm," Madara said perfunctorily, his paws still undoing the package.

"Do you know what Miss White Bird means, Teacher Cat?"

"I don't know," Madara said casually.

"Cat teacher--"

"Ah, the good old man is really annoying," Madara said, "but she already knows her end."

The chubby beckoning cat rolled on Natsume Takashi's mat, hugged the box of snacks, and said casually, "Since it is the path she has chosen, she will continue to walk—don't worry about it. I'm worried. By the way, Natsume, where's my wine?"