As we all know, winding zero is a human being

"Okay, this story may sound very bizarre... But in short, it's the only thing that I can share with others in my mediocre family tree!"

The tail of autumn is precipitously stained with some frost, but the scenery in this small shop is completely different from the street outside.

It's next door to the department store... In short, it's not popular with popular shopping malls. If you don't know the flower shop in a remote location, it's really hard to find the direction according to the directions on the map.

The short black hair fell softly on the cheeks, and the amber pupils lined the curved eyebrows. The young owner of the flower shop was still humming when the two of them opened the door and came in.

The flowers clustered around her are well taken care of, and there are buds on the branches that are out of season.

"Why are you singing? Is there something you are unhappy about?"

The little girl who was taking care of the flower branches looked up: "Singing is only when you are happy?... Hey, I seem to remember you!"

"It's the stingy big brother who bought only one bag of seeds and then bargained for an extra bag with me!"

Hearing this, he turned his head in doubt.

Zero looked at that look as if he was saying that he had given the card to himself, just to let him bargain with others outside in such a useless manner?

zero:"……"

This, saving is a good habit, can you save a little bit?

What's more, this good habit can be regarded as saving his life!

Before winter came, it was hard for him to imagine that he could run and dance after recovering, and he had been annoyed by Gui Wu Tsuji for a long time, and he reluctantly regarded the other party's act of bowing his head and watching him with that coolness as a Nodding, Zero had the opportunity to put on a scarf and gloves and rushed out of the door of the apartment.

And after running a few steps away, his scarf was easily grabbed by Wu Mi's hand. Perhaps the most important role of the warm equipment that covered him with sweat was here.

Looking up, you can see the red-stained treetops, and the breath you exhale has a sense of ethereal reality, full of autumn feelings, Ling did not try to pull the scarf out of Wu Mi's hand, and grasped the back of the knuckle hand Without thinking too much, he brought Wu Mi to this flower shop.

And as soon as they entered the door, they were teased by the little girl, and they didn't hear much of the recommendations behind them. After looking around, they all focused on the cheapest clay basin in the corner Planted cyan Bana flowers.

How should I put it, this scene is really unrealistic.

"Are you listening to me... It only bloomed this morning. If you buy a bouquet, it can be used as a herb inside. This is a unique feature of our family?"

Zero really wanted to complain about those beautiful flowers that were vigorously unfolding their petals: "...This, isn't this a blue Bana flower, how is it called a matching grass?"

"It's the same color from top to bottom... I really want to buy them as flowers, but some customers always say that."

The shopkeeper girl with a bright smile scratched her hair, then put her hips on her hips and asked, "Is the seed you bought alive? How is it blooming? If you have a photo, can you show me?"

"You know the weather in Yokohama...well, I've got a showdown, I don't have any work at all, but, but—"

"But isn't another bag of seeds good to feed?"

It turns out that before their family opened a shop here, whether they lived in a small yard in the mountains along the stream or in a small apartment with modern equipment, they have been raising this kind of vigorous but strange flowering period for a long time. flowers.

When I think about it in spring and autumn, I grab a handful of seeds and sprinkle them in the ground. Even if I don’t water them, they can grow very well with the rain and dew and the tenacious root system.

I don't know if there is any subtle connection between the spirit of desperately wanting to live and the fact that someone set two fires.

As for why few people appreciate it... The flowers before blooming are bare and no different from weeds, but after finally blooming, the color is almost the same as the stem, and it will only flicker under the dim sunset when day and night alternate A little bit of magnificent light.

But at that time, it is time for them to end the curtain again.

I don't know whether to say I am not motivated or squeamish. After learning about the habits of the blue Bana flower from the elders, the little girl can only accept the fact that such a beautiful flower only has a short flowering period for one day. At that time, I made them into canned pickles, and used them to eat three bowls of rice with tears in my eyes.

Zero concentrates on sitting with his chin propped up in front of the table with many materials used to make bouquets, listening to the little girl tell stories from demon gods to distant wars.

It wasn't until she went back to the counter dry-mouthed and poured three glasses of water out that he recovered from the story that others thought was outrageous.

This time, when he swiped the card, he hugged the white crystal chrysanthemum and purple hibiscus in the little girl's wide-eyed smile. The temperature of the eyes that moved away was neither cold nor hot.

After thinking for a while, he walked over and held out his hand and said, "Here, this is for you."

Wu Mi seemed to have smiled lightly but didn't seem to have any, the raised eyebrows seemed to be picky about the bouquet of flowers that had never been put on a banquet.

"Come out of the sea of ​​flames, a demon god with a manchurian red leaf and almost coquettish appearance printed on his eyes-do you mean this to describe you?"

With displeased eyes, he slightly bent down and hugged the bouquet of flowers with one hand, and tapped his forehead with his fingers, but unexpectedly, he did not choose to deny it.

"I don't like this adjective, change it."

"...?"

I thought it was just a joke, but I didn't expect to bump into some treacherous truth that was buried deeper by mistake. The person who fell behind this time became him.

Ling Xiaobu chased after him, and while he was hurrying, he turned his head and stared seriously at Wu Mi's restored expression, too many unspoken words froze on his tightly pursed lips.

"Meo, she... saved me again."

"……Um."

It took a while to get a contemptuous syllable, and Ling was not sure if Wu Mi understood what he meant.

Hot golden leaves lay on the pavement, rustling as they crumbled.

It is said that if a person goes through a life-and-death juncture, when he looks back at many things, his thoughts will be different, but Zero feels that there seems to be no change.

When I came back from class, the setting sun was burning extremely brilliantly, and the warm spring breeze blew across the river bank, curling up and dispersing into the distance.

Dragging the tail of the third semester, he finally walked into the gate of the school.

The surroundings became lively again, but they didn't get acquainted so quickly. Only a day later, when he was walking alone on the lawn of the embankment, he began to miss the tranquility he was used to a long time ago.

No, it's definitely not the reason why he was so overwhelmed by the pressure of school work that he couldn't breathe as soon as he stepped in.

There seems to be something floating and sinking in the river that leads to the sea. After zero hindsight, he looked over, but found that the color of the windbreaker looked familiar.

Ah, is there someone to fish it out, it looks like someone is drowning—

Oh, it's Osamu Dazai, it's all right.

Squinting his eyes and looking further away, a white furry head has already appeared in his field of vision.

That being said, Zero walked along the steps back to the right path along the embankment after seeing Osamu Dazai shamelessly dragging his long legs hanging on Atsushi Nakajima and leaving.

Hmm, it's normal, it's just the daily life of the Armed Detective Agency.

Compared with the daytime in early spring, it is still a little shorter. When I returned to the apartment, it was already dark. When I walked downstairs, I looked up and saw the bright warm light behind the unblocked curtains. I felt nothing. His heart itched slightly as if it had been swept by a feather.

He suddenly wanted to know what Wu Mi was doing during the time he was absent during the day?

Are you reading a book?Or do you have other hobbies that he doesn't know about?

Thinking of the pace under his feet here, he couldn't help speeding up a lot. On the low floor, he saw the half-closed door in an instant. Ling took off his shoes and walked in on tiptoe. When he hugged the other party tightly from behind, Wu Mi didn't feel it. What a surprise.

The lingering breath is only the pine branches after the snow. There is always no reason for the dazzled intoxication, but sniffing the smell on the shirt in the other party's arms, Zero realizes that there is no misfortune when he doesn't know. To quit smoking is to quit smoking.

The book engraved with bronzing letters was put aside, and when his curly black hair fell down, he finally saw his figure clearly in the pupils dyed with red plums.

"……How about it?"

The brief questioning was endless, and even Onimui Tsuji himself was annoyed at why something that should probably be called caring became like this.

"Very well, everything is as good as imagined." Zero said so slowly in his gaze.

Things that have been ignored before have broken into life strongly enough, and the speed of taking root and sprouting is unexpected. It can only be said that habit is a terrible thing.

It was so scary that even Ghost Mai Tsuji was used to the bustling crowd.

Some flower pots were scattered in the gaps on the bay window. I don't know when the room became a little messy, but it was also an orderly mess.

On the calendar on the wall, among the days circled with red pen, one of the circles is today.

The brief tenderness seemed to make up for the same brief separation. Zero looked at the few pieces of paper on the coffee table in front of him, and reached out to take them without thinking: "What is this? Uh, a business invitation from the Suzuki consortium?"

"Boring entertainment, don't go."

"Then this—good guy, how did that guy who loves to hold dreams get promoted instead of getting into the game?"

"It's a very smart decision. He sold the useless old things in the profit chain. From the very beginning, he didn't want his own people to take the blame."

"Hey... To-Tokyo Metropolitan Conjuration College Entrance Notice?! This thing is for me?! Is it the unit where Ms. Iirui Glass works!"

"...This is a junior college, do you still want to go to university?"

"That's right, don't go, don't go."

At the beginning of spring, when the moon is in full bloom, the air is pleasant and the wind is peaceful.

Zero didn't expect that he saw the change of the era name again, and the Waka of the Manyoshu seemed to be sung in his ears.

"You look . . . younger?"

END.