As we all know, winding zero is a human being

Zero was pretty sure he was walking back.

There are red things everywhere on the dark covered bridge, and the silhouettes of those people who emerge are indistinct.

In the drowsiness and haze, the sun and the moon cannot be distinguished. If someone shouted at this time, no one would turn back.

"You are very tired." There seemed to be a deep voice behind asking in confusion, "Why do you want to go back alive and suffer?"

The dragging footsteps were slow but without hesitation, Zero didn't look back, just raised his hand and nodded beside him.

He stared at the light in the distance and tilted his head slightly: "I'm still awake."

"I don't think you're sober."

The quiet black water follows these words as if something has been extracted from the memory box. The gorgeous courtyard is day after day, and only the creatures living in it will be replaced with new clothes or covered with snow as the seasons change. .

The blood on the withered yellow grass leaves is very eye-catching.

After a moment of sluggishness, the blood color seemed to be a close-up, and then it was enlarged, and many voices mixed together, making it very noisy.

At this time, it really looks like hell.

Looking at those pictures, Zero knew he shouldn't laugh, but he still laughed.

"It's boring to dig through old accounts." After separating the overlapping ones clearly, he shook his head: "I only had one time when I wasn't sober."

As the words fell, he felt that his body seemed to be a lot lighter. It took only a few breaths to go from brisk walking to running, and time seemed to have lost its effect in this space.

The touch of the covered bridge under his feet became distant and fragile, and those things also shattered under his footsteps, returning to the darkness.

Before touching the light, he wanted to say something to the person behind him, but he was dragged out before he could say it.

Why did he wake up?

Zero opened his eyes.

The face that emerged from under the lamp was bloodless and lost all composure, and water was still dripping from the black and smooth hair.

"Good morning, Sir."

Because someone has been holding his hand tightly.

……

In the days that followed, Oni Wu Tsuji never mentioned the matter of turning him into a ghost again, probably because the weather forecast mentioned that after the last typhoon passed through, the next month would be expected to be neither wind nor rain Sunny day.

He actually mentioned it for the last time, that time he frowned and his voice was almost submissive, and he promised that he would only do this one last time to distribute his blood.

Amid Ling's violent cough that was about to send him to the ICU again, Wu Mi didn't continue to say that.

He doesn't accept that in this era, he will become a ghost who cut off the original source as early as Heianjing, and don't make any more splashes after some things are completely settled.

The decoction that can quench thirst with poison was also stopped. Although the old doctor was regretful and puzzled, he also respected his choice.

"When is the best time to go through the discharge procedures?"

The speaker was calm, but the listener couldn't be so calm. The pages that seemed to be opened were closed vigorously and made a loud noise. Zero staring at the upside-down font on the title page, it was very difficult to bear the smile .

The drawn breath lingered in his throat for a while and then dissipated silently. At that moment, Guiwu Tsuji Wumi seemed to understand that he didn't want to stay in this place at the last moment.

Although he was unwilling, although he still wanted to try his best regardless of the cost, he placed his noble head with great difficulty under Zero's almost begging eyes.

His face was almost pale to transparent, he tucked up the blanket covering his legs, and when the warm sunshine fell on his body, he almost greedily breathed the long-lost fresh air.

Then he let out a sigh of relief.

The next thing seems to be easy to handle. The assistance of cars and wheelchairs is no better than the bumps of the horses and horses in Pinganjing. Zero slowly followed his free and undisciplined thoughts and reported the place names until he couldn't bear it and stepped on the brakes. Going down, behind the long ruts, there are harsh whistle sounds that come and go.

"You can't go anywhere."

"How about getting rid of the coffee shop and department store?" Zero tried to bargain with him.

"Nowhere."

"...that's fine." Zero nodded in response but lay back sleepily, "Then go home."

However, it was unknown what caused Wu Mi to change his attention halfway, and stared blankly at the passing scenery outside the window for a while, only to realize that they had deviated from the path he knew.

So, the problem of arbitrariness...

Oh, sometimes there seems to be surprises, right?

Staring at the scenery that began to reveal some clues in front of him, Ling couldn't help but lean closer to the car window, and Wu Mi, who frequently cast his eyes on the rearview mirror, also slowed down the speed of the car a little.

There is no sparkle in midsummer, but the endless sea level is still shining with sparkling waves, as if the foam has melted in the morning light. The sea seen from the embankment is completely different from the view seen from the beach.

The azure color is as magnificent as a blue gemstone.

The smell in the air is quiet and salty. The fluffy and distant clouds are sailing towards the distance, and it is impossible to say which one is farther away. There are also cruise ships that are gradually docking towards the port.

At this moment, his cell phone rang—by default, he can’t accept interruptions, so few people will call him recently. Zero lowered his head and took out his cell phone from his pocket to look at it. The name in the note was Atsushi Nakajima.

"What's going on? Zero where have you been, why did they say you've been discharged from the hospital? It's—"

"Pressed wrong." Hanging up on the rolled down car window, Ling rubbed his ears, "We were still found."

Wu Can, who was standing sideways outside the car, turned his head when he heard the words, and he didn't ask Ling, who wanted to go back to the Whirlpool Cafe to have a look, why he suddenly started avoiding their visits.

He just held his eyes tighter: "Aren't you coming down to take a look?"

I don't know if this sentence counts as knowingly asking. Zero estimated the distance from here to the railing, and then said after a pause: "The scenery here is also very good."

Oni Wu Tsuji nodded, but he never said what he meant, and asking questions was just a routine. He opened the car door directly this time without exception.

The lonely figure that fell out was embraced in his arms without any accident, and Wu Mi immediately took a step, stopping in the sea breeze blowing in the distance.

He had his back against the sea, one arm wrapped around Zero's knee while the other supported his back.

Lying on the broad shoulders with his neck crossed, Ling stared intently at the line between the sea and the sky for a long time.

He suddenly felt his eyes a little sour, and he still supported himself on his shoulders despite the slight restraint of Wu Mi Pu.

The height of the exchange is really rare, and it is clearly being firmly controlled in his arms, but Zero feels that this time he has the initiative.

The urge to kiss came suddenly, and he leaned down slightly, which he did too.

Wu miserably opened his eyes, and there was an inexplicable and inexplicable expression in Yin Hong's eyes, and the movement of leaning back seemed to want to refuse the kiss, as if it was honey that stabbed him and then stuffed it into his mouth comfortingly .

Behind the fence is the cliff, and Wu Mi's breath became short of breath, and he couldn't retreat and was teetering on the waist-high guardrail. It was dangerous and extreme from a distance.

This should have been something he avoided, but now he seems to have left it behind.

The short but nostalgic, strange but long-lasting emotions that surged in his heart, the words that were pale and scarce before finally fell into reality, but his nature made him unsure.

Both long and short can be used to describe the ordinary memory. Looking back through the millennium, he found that he could not effectively find anything similar to it.

Why.

Why can't he hold this emotion that suddenly became extremely hot and fluttered like a butterfly gushing out of his stomach firmly in his hands for a long time and forever?

As if that was a limited supply thing from the start.

……limited?

Limited, what does it matter...?

When the cold temperature gradually slanted to the west, they finally returned to the door of the apartment that was quietly sinking in peace, waiting for the return of the owner.

To put it bluntly, the environment of this clear and cold apartment group is really visually appealing, with winding roads paved with cobblestones, slender flowing water flowing through the corridors, and lush green plants embellished just right.

It’s also time, the cherry trees and pear trees passing by are not yet in bloom, and the deep greenery is gradually approaching the splendor.

What Zero didn’t mention is that Mr. Dazai actually picked up the book that Mr. Dazai sent and was thrown out of the house before he had time to read it. He secretly picked it up at night, and someone stepped on a tree branch near the apartment. under the evidence.

I don't know why I suddenly stared at the stubble with a guilty conscience for a long while.

The newly emerging branches and leaves have covered up the traces, and no one will notice the inappropriateness if they don't look carefully.

It’s just that the handle of the door is thin but not negligible. Dust has accumulated, and Ling Xin said that they bought this apartment at a loss. They didn’t live long, and the attendance rate of the hotel was higher than here. Afterwards , and perhaps there is no chance of realizing value.

Walking into the room, he found the nearest chair, sat down and took a breath, glanced at the full message records on the landline at hand, and it took him half a beat to remember that he seemed to have told others the number here.

The earliest recorded date shows the two days when he went to Okinawa. The content of the message is very concise. Of course, Yokohama is also indispensable for the fireworks festival. After counting and counting, many people have sent invitations to him.

At that time, he was in a hurry, and he really didn't have time to tell others about the itinerary. It was the content posted on social software that let Atsushi and the others know that he was not in Yokohama, and he received a lot of attention from relatives and friends.

Listening, in the blurred vision, Wuyou reached out his hand coldly to those messages and pressed the pause button, and that finger was placed on the delete button in the next second.

"Wait a minute!" Zero rubbed his eyes and grabbed him, "Let me finish listening!"

Although his voice was very soft, it seemed that this move was not negotiable, Wu Mi stared at the black and blue under his eyes: "You need to rest."

Zero really wants to say that it's not too late, and he can rest for a long time after this.

Why do you have such an idea?Is it because of unwillingness?

That's one thing, he can't escape the human nature, but it seems to be easier than he imagined to accept this fact.

At least he wants to confirm that there are still many people around him, and they are willing to watch him go through this final journey.

Unwilling to back down, they raised their heads and looked at each other, but before the dispute arose, a gust of breeze blew up and rolled up the quietly hanging gauze curtain beside the bay window, and in the floating shadow, something was shaking along with it.

Zero's attention shifted quickly: "...Is this because I forgot to close the window when I went out?"

Sure enough, the area near the window sill was already a mess, with sand and dust all over the ground, with withered grass leaves and branches, and the tangled carpet probably had been wet and dried by the rain these days how many times.

However, looking at that corner, when he turned his head, Ling found that Wu Mi was stunned, and the plum red eyes were filled with extremely absurd disbelief.

"... What kind of flower did you plant?"

The slightly drooping cyan flower branch seemed to be about to fall into the flowerpot full of withered grass leaves in the next moment, and the afterglow of the setting sun was half-bright and half-dark. For a while, Ling was not sure whether it existed in front of his eyes.

After a while he patted the table: "Help me up!!!"

Wu Mi: "...?"

"I can still live!!!"