Only 100 days left in life

The leaves blocked the sunlight a little bit, and fell mottled on the face of Mariko Shiratori lying on the hillside.

The wind in the forest brushed her hair gently, Shiratori Mariko looked at the lush trees above her head, and felt comfortable and comfortable.

The scenery here is really good, and the temperature is lower than Tokyo, not too hot.

It is indeed beautiful, with dense forests, silent hillsides, and endless sky.

"Alice," a strange voice suddenly broke the tranquility here, "We didn't bring anything."

He said helplessly, "Don't run around, be careful not to get lost."

Mariko Shiratori, who was nestling in the dense grass, blinked and sat up slowly propped up on the ground.

She looked in the direction of the voice and found that it was a middle-aged man in a doctor's attire.

He has a bit of stubble and looks quite gentle, holding a little blond girl by the hand, and seems to be persuading something.

Is it father and daughter?

Shiratori Mariko sat down again, leaning against the tree trunk and yawning.

The middle-aged man over there seemed to have spotted Shiratori Mariko, and walked towards her with the child.

"Ah, there's a lady here," said he, "I'm a doctor, and Alice and I have just been shipwrecked here, may I ask—"

Shiratori Mariko shook her head.

"No," she said helplessly, "Although I'm easy to lie, there's no need to use such lies."

"Huh? Is it obvious?" Mr. Doctor just sat down beside her, "I thought I made it up well."

Alice beside him also squatted down with the movement, as if competing with the grass on the ground.

"Clothes, temperament, mainly because of the shipwreck, it is impossible to dress so neatly," Shiratori Mariko sighed, "Mr. Doctor, let alone you have a child with you."

Seeing the innocent and lovely blonde girl, she laughed, "Is it called Alice? Your daughter? She is a very cute child."

The blond girl raised her head and glanced at Shiratori Mariko.

"Huh?" She asked suspiciously, "I need to ask Ailis for help."

"It's nothing," Mariko Shiratori seemed much more relaxed after leaving the familiar environment.

She fumbled in her pocket, found the last sea salt lemon drop, and handed it to the blond-haired, blue-eyed little girl, "Just take this and eat first."

Alice looked at the black-haired doctor, then reached out to take the sugar.

She peeled off the candy wrapper and stuffed the lemon-yellow candy into her mouth.

"Oh," the black-haired doctor said humorously, "Since you know it, don't expose it."

He looked at Shiratori Mariko with a smile, "After all, I am playing games with Alice."

Shiratori Mariko blinked and said briskly, "Role-playing game? No wonder."

She smiled and stretched out her hand, and rubbed Alice who was puffed up, "All children like this."

"Miss Shiratori is different from what I imagined," the doctor said, "I thought it was more..."

Mariko Shiratori looked at the black-haired doctor in surprise, "What's more?"

"Softer," Mori Ogai said.

It should be more without edges and corners, soft, round, and a little weak.

Hearing this answer, Shiratori Mariko raised an eyebrow.

"Will Mr. Chuya still tell you this?" She laughed and said, "Although it is a bit weird, Mr. Chuya is indeed a good person, and he is very considerate to his subordinates."

"Why do you say that?" Mori Ogai asked curiously.

"Mr. Hayashi Taro is Mr. Chuya's personal doctor, right?" Shiratori Mariko guessed, "The only ones who can appear on the island now are the staff. I have never seen such a limited social animal."

She said enviously, "Why can't I meet such a boss when I work?"

Not only can she take care of her children during working hours, but she can also walk around. This is definitely her dream paddling life.And judging from clothing and accessories, the wages are probably not low.

That's right, Mr. Nakaya is such a rich person, maybe he won't be stingy in giving more or less salary.What a wonderful man.

Mori Ogai let out a thoughtful "ah".

"Indeed, Nakaya-kun gets along well with everyone," he said with a smile, "It's just that there will always be some friction with Dazai-kun."

Hearing the name Osamu Dazai from a stranger, Mariko Shiratori froze for a moment.

"Do you know Dazai-kun too?" she asked.

"Yeah," Mori Ogai said lightly, "I used to get along with him for a while because of work, and now I count it as a long time."

He changed the subject, "Miss Shiratori, what kind of person is Dazai-kun?"

"Me?" Shiratori Mariko pointed to herself.

After getting an affirmative answer, she thought for a while, "It feels like someone I don't see very well. It's a bit complicated, but overall he's a complicated and kind person."

Osamu Dazai felt a little strange to her, and even some words would make her a little angry, but how should I say it?

Shiratori Mariko's intuition told her that Osamu Dazai's behavior was not like "wanting to make others angry", but "acting to make her angry". Although she didn't know what it was for, this purpose was so strong that she hard to ignore.

To be honest, it's a bit strange, but it can be detected that he is actually a good person.

But she won't let such deliberately annoying things happen many times.

"Mr. Nakaya is a good man," Mariko Shiratori concluded.

After all, Osamu Dazai was stepping on his minefield and playing disco. He could resist not beating him up, but just swearing at him.

"Yes," Mori Ogai said with a smile, "Indeed, Chuya-kun is a very good person."

He asked slowly, "Then, does Miss Shiratori have a little affection for him?"

Jumping to this question suddenly, Shiratori Mariko was a little unresponsive.

"Huh?" She said frankly, "Indeed, I am very excited about his money. I didn't expect him to be so rich at first, but I wanted to ask if Afia still lacks people."

After getting this answer, Mori Ogai raised his eyebrows.

"So, if there is a chance, would Miss Shiratori be willing to join Afia?" He asked with a smile, "Maybe a talent like Miss Shiratori will have a chance."

"Probably not," Shiratori Mariko thought for a while, "I can't do the job of afia either?"

She pondered for a while, "Afia shouldn't lack designers, right? I don't know how to fight, or afia's marketing department is still short of people. It's strange to think that afia has a public relations department. And I remember that afia seems to have a leader, If I were the person in charge of the personnel department, I would persuade the leader not to hire a guy like me."

"Why?" the real afia leader Mori Ogai asked curiously.

"The gain outweighs the loss? Maybe it will lose money?" Mariko Shiratori said without thinking, "I'm a good eater, and I don't have a suitable job. After all, there is no need for people like me to make trouble."

Thinking of this, she rubbed her chin again, "According to Dazai-kun, the tallest building in Yokohama seems to be the property of Port Afia, and I would like to go there if I have the chance. Although I know it's impossible, let's make a dream first. It's wonderful."

"Aren't you afraid of heights?" Mori Ogai asked.

"Okay, maybe?" Shiratori Mariko said uncertainly, "I'm not sure if I'm going to be a little dizzy."

Speaking of this, she laughed again, "There is absolutely no such opportunity. But there is a Ferris wheel in Yokohama, and I will go on it next time."

The two chatted about a bunch of miscellaneous things in this way, and Mr. "Rin Taro" stood up.

"It's almost time," he said. "It was a pleasure chatting with Miss Shiratori, so I'll go first. Alice, shall we go?"

Alice, who was already bored enough to dig the soil, patted her skirt, "Rintaro, you idiot!"

She said angrily, "I'm going to buy a cake—"

"Okay, okay," Mori Ogai held Alice's hand, "Let's go."

The figures of one big and one small slowly left along another road.

Shiratori Mariko lay down again.

In fact, she probably guessed the identity of Mr. "Rintaro", probably the leader of the Afia, Mr. Mori Ogai. After all, the other party did not deliberately conceal his identity.

But Shiratori Mariko didn't bother to think about why he came to chat with her.

She watched intently the flock of returning home birds fluttering back into the woods, and couldn't help laughing.

"That's great," said Mariko Shiratori.

By the way, I picked up my phone, took a few photos and sent them to my friends.

As the sun sets over the western mountains, the sea gradually turns red, and the setting sun shines all over, making it beautiful like a dreamland.

It's almost time to go back.

"White Bird," someone called her name from a distance, extremely perfunctory, "it's time to go."

The figure of Fuhesher gradually came over from the path, and behind him was Nakahara Chuya who looked quite satisfied with his arms folded.

Both of them changed their clothes. Judging from the thumping sound that came from the chatting between Shiratori Mariko and Mori Ogai just now, the clothes were probably dirty after the fight.

Shiratori Mariko patted the blades of grass on her body.

"Go back," she said.

The shadows of the woods stretched and entangled on the ground, but small lights lit up on the path, like stars falling into the grass, emitting a light but gentle light.

The breeze in the forest blows Mariko Shiratori's hair scattered on her shoulders, fluttering, she walks on the far left, can't help but look at the faint afterglow that is still reflected, like a burning fire that is about to go out, glowing a little Bright sea.

The three of them had been quiet on the way back, and Fu Heisher didn't speak much as usual.

Shiratori Mariko seemed immersed in the emotions brought to her by the scenery just now, and also did not speak.

Zhong Yuanzhong, who always felt a little awkward, also took the lead in breaking the silence, "I treat you, let's have steak tonight."

He tugged at the tight neckline, and asked casually, "How is Miss Shiratori doing today?"

Shiratori Mariko laughed.

"Very well," she said, "it's beautiful here. Thank you, Mr. Nakaya."

Zhong Yuanzhong coughed unnaturally, "As long as you like it."