Only 100 days left in life

Seafood buffet restaurant, cooking table.

"I'm sorry," Mariko Shiratori lowered her head slightly, and said apologetically, "I got angry with you a little this afternoon, and it's all my fault for splashing you all over."

She said sincerely, "I'm very sorry, Mr. Chuya."

In fact, Zhongyuan Zhong didn't do anything, it just offered a price, and there was something wrong with the person who agreed to fight.

It's just that she was angry and over-excited at the time.

Zhong Yuanzhong himself had rescued her once before, and his attitude was also very good.

I really shouldn't have poured water on him at that time, although it didn't seem to be poured, but it was too much, and just now Nakahara just borrowed her coat to wear it, which made Shiratori Mariko feel even more guilty.

She clenched her dinner plate slightly, "I'm really sorry."

Then bowed his head and waited for his emotions to strike back.

After a while, Shiratori Mariko raised her head suspiciously when she found that the person in front of her was still.

Zhong Yuanzhong, who was holding the dishes in one hand, also looked at her a little funny, "Did I tell you all the way? I'm not that stingy."

"But since you apologized," he said, "so be it for now."

Shiratori Mariko looked at him blankly, making Nakahara look away in embarrassment.

He was putting a piece of steak into it with the other hand, and his tone was very calm, very unafia, and with a bit of considerate tenderness, "After all, it's not a big deal. I just wanted to fight, you can go get the food." .”

Although it's a pity that the fight didn't work out, I didn't work much today, and I even had a meal invited by Osamu Dazai.

Not too bad.

Shiratori Mariko blinked, "Is that so?"

She said briskly, "That's good. Speaking of which, Mr. Chuya, someone told you that you don't look like a bad person?"

Zhongyuan Zhongye just took the meal and was putting back the tongs in his hand, when he heard this, he paused.

"Huh? Why do you think so?" He looked at Shiratori Mariko, "Do I seem like a good person?"

His eyes were fierce, with a bit of a wolf-like outline.

But the color of the eyes itself is like the azure blue that has been adjusted on the drawing board and spread evenly on the canvas, with a turbulent and peaceful atmosphere.

"Oh, Shiratori, Chuya," Osamu Dazai poked his head out of the gap between the two of them unexpectedly, "What are you talking about?"

He didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with his behavior at all, "Can you show me? I'm so curious~"

"He seems like a good person," Shiratori Mariko nodded, "No, we didn't say anything, I was the one apologizing just now."

She looked at Osamu Dazai who was squeezed between the two of them, looked at her with a smile, gently held his shoulder, and pushed him back, "Don't squeeze in, it's a bit hot, Dazai-kun."

Shiratori Mariko walked back to the cooking table beside her, picked up some of her favorite dishes, and sat back on her seat with the plate in her hand.

Fu Heisher next to her seemed to be full, and was holding a toothpick, picking his teeth slowly.

Seeing Shiratori Mariko came back, Fuheshier looked up at her.

"Finished?" he asked.

"Well, it's over," Shiratori Mariko replied, "It doesn't matter if you say it."

She thought that Fu Heisher was worried about Zhongyuan Zhongya's subsequent revenge, and said with a smile, "Mr. Chuya is very kind, and he said that he will not pursue the follow-up. You don't have to worry—"

"Then," Fu Heisher looked at Chuya Zhongyuan who was walking back, "I won't pursue the follow-up, should I still fight?"

Fu Heisher's eyes were very persistent, and Zhong Yuanzhong, who was walking back, was also stunned by that kind of obsession with money.

"Stop fighting?" He said hesitantly, "Didn't Miss Shiratori say she hates fighting?"

Fuhesher turned to Shiratori Mariko again.

"Money," he spat out a short, punchy word.

Shiratori Mariko shook her head, "I don't think so"

"100."

"Then how about," Shiratori Mariko hesitated, "I'm going to sister Yoshino's house in a few days, and you will make an appointment with him at that time?"

The thin raindrops mistly hit the leaves, making a slight rustling sound.

Mariko Shiratori's eyelashes got a little raindrops, so the night scene became blurred and hazy.

Bright neon lights flickered in front of my eyes, like an unreal dream, forming a light path floating in mid-air, leading to the unknowable, deep and dark night.

Mariko Shiratori was holding an umbrella, and three people were crowded under the umbrella.

She herself, Dazai Osamu who squeezed under her umbrella for some reason, and Fuheshier who was much taller than her.

Since the other two were taller than her, she had to hold the umbrella very high and felt sore from her arms to her legs.

"Dazai-kun," Shiratori Mariko squeezed out a sentence, "Why don't you go under the umbrella of Mr. Chuya? Don't you know each other?"

"I don't want it," Osamu Dazai said without hesitation, "Compared to that dirty and smelly slug, it's better to stay here with Shiratori~"

He clasped his hands together, his eyes seemed to be twinkling with stars, "Would Shiratori have the heart to drive me away?"

Shiratori Mariko looked at Fuheshier on the side again.

He didn't seem to be very interested in Yokohama at night, he walked slowly on the other side of her, and he didn't seem to care whether he had an umbrella or not.

——So why did they only buy two when buying umbrellas?Shouldn't everyone have one, right?

Oh, I remembered, because Osamu Dazai only bought two.

And when this unreliable guy was happily swiping his card to pay, Zhongya Zhongya's cell phone happened to rang.

He found out by accident that it seemed to be his card, and his money was deducted, and it was the bastard Osamu Dazai who took away his card at some point.

Forced to become a ruthless umbrella-raising machine, Shiratori Mariko took a deep breath, "I quit!"

She directly handed the umbrella to Fu Heisher, "Hold on."

Then he let go of all his worries and ran straight into the rain.

The rain was not very heavy, and the air was filled with cool water vapor and fresh earthy smell, so Mariko Shiratori couldn't help but raised her hand to wipe her face, almost feeling refreshed.

How long has she been out of the rain?

It's been several years, and the last time I remember being caught in the rain was when I was very young, because there was no one at home, so no one would give her an umbrella.

I ran home in the rain, developed a high fever, and the neighbor uncle knocked on the door when delivering meals, and then I kept going out with an umbrella.

Subsequent memories are nothing to say, not breezy.

She arrived at the traffic light first, but it was a little short, and there was not enough time for her to reach the other side, so she just stopped in front of the zebra crossing.

I don't know who held up the umbrella to block the raindrops that slanted down.

Shiratori Mariko did not look back.

She just quietly watched the green light turn red and the traffic passing by, just like she had seen countless times before.

The crowd behind her was bustling, and she looked around, feeling as if she was in another world.

Shiratori Mariko watched the scenery intently, and suddenly understood what Gojo Satoru said at that time.

She shouldn't pay attention to others more than herself, shouldn't place unnecessary hopes on others, and can no longer shrink back into such a stagnant life.

Shiratori Mariko belongs to her, and she really doesn't want to live like this anymore.

She is not reconciled.

Her decision is affecting herself, and she is using her behavior to chase emotions, rather than being given to her by others.

Because of this, the so-called emotion itself is only added to the middle of the communication.She needs to go out spontaneously and find her own meaning.

The red light in front of her eyes turned green, Shiratori Mariko tilted her head, and squinted to look at the street scene on the other side.

Coming and going, bright lights, like the future within her reach, not far or near, but there is always a direction to follow.

She stepped forward, and Zhong Yuanzhong beside her quickly followed.

"Hey, don't leave yet," he asked, "Did that guy Dazai do something stupid? Don't get caught up in it, that guy—"

Shiratori Mariko tilted her head and smiled at Nakahara.

The wet hair stuck to her forehead, she looked quite embarrassed, but her eyes were almost shining, "No, I'm thinking very openly."

There's never been a better time to think about it than now.

Seeing her smile, Zhong Yuanzhong was almost stunned.

"That's good," he said after a while, "It's good that you're fine."

Nakahara also held an umbrella like this, carefully shielding Shiratori Mariko from the rain falling from the side along the way.

"The matter between you and Dazai," he asked a little unnaturally, "what's going on?"

"Ah, finally home."

Shiratori Mariko squatted down and took off her wet shoes, put them aside, and walked home wearing socks.

She was carrying her small satchel, and Fuheisher beside her opened the umbrella silently and put it in an empty place.

Danko, who was alone at home with a cat, rushed over when she heard the sound of the door opening, and rushed towards Shiratori Mariko's arms like a small cannonball.

"Okay, okay, I know you miss me—" Shiratori Mariko smiled and avoided her kiss, "Did I raise a cat or a dog, Duanzi?"

She carried the charging cable and walked towards the sofa with the dumpling in her arms, while Fu Heisher walked into the kitchen consciously, intending to see if there was anything for supper.

He must be hungry again.

Shiratori Mariko was noncommittal about this late-night eating behavior, first put the cat aside, used her arm to block the posture of Tuanzi who was about to jump over and stick to her, and turned on the phone first.

"It's just that I haven't come back for a day." She rubbed the dumpling with one hand amusedly, "Why do you act like you haven't seen me for a month?"

The dumpling rubbed against her lap and rolled around coquettishly.

After connecting to the power supply, the mobile phone will light up again soon, and it will automatically turn on.

Then there was a notification sound like it was stuck.

Shiratori Mariko was terrified and thought that her mobile phone was going to break down, but when she saw it, it turned out that she didn't know who sent her more than 300 text messages.

Most of them are meaningless words such as "Why didn't you reply to my message" and "You won't be really angry?" Mariko Shiratori didn't want to reply after seeing it. The latest one is "I brought you a companion." The gift is at the door." It seems that it was sent after five o'clock.

Don't even think about it, it must be the new number Gojo Satoru found.

With a headache, Mariko Shiratori released his number from the blacklist in the address book, stood up again, and planned to open the bathroom door.

Halfway through, Shiratori Mariko suddenly stopped.

"Shier," she realized that she couldn't open the door, "help me, that guy from Wutiao has delivered something and left it at the door."

Fu Heisher came over lazily, and opened the door slowly.

There was an exquisite box at the door, he picked it up, and handed it to Shiratori Mariko uninterestedly, "Here."

Then he went to continue making his supper.

Shiratori Mariko closed the door, sat back on the sofa, and opened the box.

Inside is a delicate dessert like jelly, with a small iron spoon, it looks beautiful and refreshing, exuding the faint sweet fragrance of peach flesh.

Although what he said is very reasonable, but the tone is too exaggerated, but since I sincerely apologize, then forgive him.

Shiratori Mariko took a spoonful and stuffed it into her mouth.

Then she rushed into the kitchen with a distorted expression, "Water, give me water!!!"

Help, how can it be so sweet, this is too boring——