I live longer than the incomparable

It was the first time that Ghost Mai Tsuji hadn't received the Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni in the coffee shop.

When he went to the coffee shop after sunset as usual, the store manager who was grinding the coffee beans told him that Miss Yabai had gone back.

Guiwu Tsuji was stunned for a moment, as if thinking of something, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket, but he didn't see any messages or missed calls in the communication log.

This also shows that - the eight hundred bhikkhuni did not realize to inform him half a sentence.

The color of his eyes changed, his brows were slightly frowned, and he was about to turn around and go out, but he saw a young man in a sand-colored long trench coat coming in from the door.

——A member of the Armed Detective Agency upstairs.

Gui Wu Tsuji searched in his mind for half a second, and remembered the young man's name.

— Osamu Dazai.

At the scene where he reunited with Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni after a long absence, this young man also existed.

Guiwu Tsuji Wumi has already restrained himself extremely, he deliberately doesn't ask the eight hundred bhikkhuni's current interpersonal relationship, and also learns to give the other party as much space as possible like the eight hundred bhikkhuni.

But just reaching this level is enough to make Guiwu Tsuji feel upset.

He has always been a person with a very strong desire to control. The most obvious evidence is that the ghosts created by him, even if they are just ordinary low-level ghosts, can read their thoughts.

He enjoys the feeling that everything is under his control, and he has a hard time liking what he can't understand or manipulate.

What's more, according to his intuition, the young man standing in front of him now, raising his hand and greeting him with a smile must not be as simple as it seems on the surface.

Oni Wu Tsuji raised his chin, not intending to have any contact with the young man in front of him.So he nodded slightly, barely saying hello.

He was stopped when Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi was about to pass by him.

"Mr. Wu, do you have time to sit down and have a chat?" The voice of the young man named Osamu Dazai was filled with a smile, but when it fell into the ears of Oni Wu Tsuji, there was something more meaningful for some reason. .

He wanted to refuse, but Osamu Dazai said before that: "It's about Miss Yabai."

Now, Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi finally turned his face to look at him.

When heading to the location inside, Osamu Dazai, who passed by the bar, told the store manager that he wanted the same tea as usual, and at the end he naturally asked Musai Onimai Tsuji what he wanted.

"I personally recommend the roasted tea here," Dazai Osamu said with pride as a regular customer, "However, there are many types of new products that have been released recently, and if you have the opportunity, I suggest you try them all. "

Onimai Tsuji's eyes darkened, he could clearly hear something in Dazai Osamu's words, but the speaker seemed to have not seen his expression change at all, still wearing a hospitable smile.

——Even in terms of facts, Dazai Osamu should be more of a "guest".

Thinking of this fact, Onimai Tsuji's face finally looked a little better. He returned a polite and hypocritical smile, and said to Osamu Dazai: "Thank you for your recommendation."

Almost as soon as he sat down on the seat, Osamu Dazai started to raise the topic, Onimai Tsuji looked at him calmly, with a gloomy expression.

Osamu Dazai folded his hands, propped his elbows on the table, and asked casually, "What does Mr. Wu Mi do?"

"Running the family business," Gui Wu Tsuji replied, "mainly in terms of trade."

"...I see." Osamu Dazai smiled, and said to him, "However, I heard from some friends before that this kind of industry doesn't seem to be easy to develop in Yokohama..."

Oni Wu Tsuji naturally knew what he was talking about. Since the new leader of Port Mafia, Mori Ogai, took over the throne, Port Mafia has gradually controlled most of the transportation routes near the port. It takes great effort to form a delicate balance with the opponent.

Of course, this kind of thing can't be told to Osamu Dazai in the open, so Onimai Tsuji just replied casually: "It is inevitable to encounter some setbacks in the business field."

Hearing this, Osamu Dazai laughed even more cheerfully: "You are quite right, and this kind of reasoning can also be applied to other things, isn't it?"

The atmosphere suddenly became a little subtle, and an unspeakable weirdness permeated between them with depression.

Dazai Osamu's pointed words made Onimui Tsuji's face cold, but before Onimui Tsuji turned his face, the cell phone in Dazai Osamu's pocket suddenly rang, breaking the delicate balance that maintained the silence.

Osamu Dazai reached into his pocket and fumbled for a while, but frowned again, then withdrew his hand and reached into the other pocket to fumble again, only to find out his phone.

This also indirectly led to the fact that the strange ringtone Dazai recorded for the incoming call rang completely in front of Onimai Tsuji.

Kimai Tsuji watched blankly as Osamu Dazai hung up the phone, watched him touch his somewhat disheveled black hair, and said to Kimai Tsuji: "Sorry, I have something suddenly, next time I have a chance If so, I would like to have a good chat with you again.”

——There will be no next time.Oni Wu Tsuji answered him in his heart.

——*——

On the way back, Guiwu Tsuji suddenly remembered that during dinner last night, Babaichuni seemed to casually mention that the seasoning at home was about to run out.

He thought for half a second, then walked into the supermarket by accident.

Although I stood at the door of the kitchen and saw the appearance of Yaobi Kuni when cooking, but the condiments in the seasoning box had to be identified by Guimai Tsuji and accurately found on the shelves of the supermarket. Coming out is obviously not a simple matter.

What's more... Although he has lived in human society for such a long time and has been managing those industries, it is the first time for Onimai Tsuji to buy things in the supermarket alone.

He pushed the shopping cart and stood silently in front of the row of shelves for a long time, until the shopping guide who had already noticed him came over to ask him what he was looking for.

Onimai Tsuji thought for a moment: "...Condiments."

"What kind of seasoning do you want to buy specifically?" the shopping guide asked again.

Such a question made Guiwu Tsuji silent again, trying to describe what those condiments looked like, just thinking about it in the bottom of my heart, I can fully imagine how stupid it is.

So Guiwu Tsuji Wucan showed a smirk that was already handy, and refused the help of the shopping guide.

As if eager to get rid of her, Onimai Tsuji took a bag of seasoning from the place closest to him, and after throwing it into the shopping cart, he suddenly realized something.

So under the astonished eyes of the shopping guide, he took all the condiments on the entire shelf and piled up the entire shopping cart.

"That..." The shopping guide stood beside him with some hesitation and asked him, "Are you going to open a store by yourself?"

Or a buyer in a big hotel?

After all, the average family probably wouldn't be able to use up so much even if they use it for decades...

What's more, seriously, the shelf life of these seasonings can't reach such a long time.

"No," Onimai Tsuji Mumi pushed the shopping cart past her and said to her, "Isn't it more convenient to buy everything?"

——It is very convenient.The shopping guide thought, even if this amount is directly used as a dish, it can be used for a long time.

——*——

When he came in through the door with a big bag, the Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni was sorting out the things at home.

She knew who it was when she heard the sound of opening the door and changing shoes. She just raised her face and wanted to say something, but she turned her mouth when she saw the big bag in his hand.

"There are so many things," Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni got up and came to him, but he looked down at the things in his hand, "What did you buy..."

Before she finished speaking, she saw clearly what was inside.

"..." After a strange silence, the eight hundred bhikkuni raised his face and looked at him, without saying a word, until Guiwu Tsuji asked her, "Is there nothing you want?"

Seeing his natural expression, Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni didn't know what to say for a while.

Don't have what she wants?of course not.

All the condiments on the shelf, all kinds are here, how could there be no one she wanted, just...

"The so-called condiments, if I understand correctly, should be auxiliary additives when cooking, not..." Eight Hundred Biqiuni paused: "Even if it is used directly as a dish, it can be eaten for at least several weeks. ……these things."

It was the first time to encounter this kind of situation, even the eight hundred bhikkhuni didn't know how to face it.What's more, it's the first time for Gui Wu Tsuji to do such a down-to-earth thing in such a long time.

Going to the supermarket to buy condiments, no matter what Babaichuni thought, she never thought that it would be something that Onimai Tsuji could do.

And the facts have fully proved that his whim is obviously not correct.

When Gui Wu Tsuji saw the indescribable expression on the face of the eight hundred bhikkhuni, he could already understand that his actions did not seem to satisfy the eight hundred bhikkhuni.

But with his personality, he bought something by accident, even if he didn't buy the right one, or it was completely different from what Babai Kuni had imagined, it was absolutely impossible for him to show an open-minded attitude and ask her what to do. is correct.

Eight hundred bhikkhuni could naturally read his mind from his effort to make his expression look the same, so he would not make any bad comments on his actions.

In order to turn the page on this matter as soon as possible, Babaichuni didn't get too entangled in this matter. Just now when she was at home, she cleared out a few lockers, and she chose the one she wanted from the pile of condiments. A few packs, and the rest stuffed into the locker.

Of course, it is impossible to use up so much at home. Eight hundred bhikkuni put them into the locker while thinking about how to deal with the leftover condiments.

Although it is the most convenient and quick way to secretly go to the supermarket to return it, it will be even more embarrassing if Kiwu Tsuji finds out about it. After this method is ruled out, the easiest thing to think of is to give it to someone else .

For the first time, the eight-hundred-year-old bhikkuni rejoiced that he was opening a shop-it doesn't seem too strange for the coffee shop to hold events and give away condiments... right?

Her attention was entirely on thinking about this kind of thing, and she indirectly ignored the expression change of Kiwu Tsuji.

When she didn't notice, Guiwu Tsuji's eyes fell on her action of picking condiments, he silently wrote down what she picked out, and then he suddenly realized after repeating it in his heart.

——If you remember this kind of thing...do you want to buy it next time?

After realizing what he was thinking, Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou suddenly froze.

——*——

"Eh???" Atsushi Nakajima, who came down to buy a drink, looked at the packet of seasoning that was pushed out with the drink he ordered, showing a surprised expression.

"Is this... seasoning?" Atsushi Nakajima looked at the store manager suspiciously: "It's still made into such packaged desserts or sugar..."

The store manager's answer was to deny his doubts, and told him seriously: "It is indeed a real condiment."

Atsushi Nakajima froze in place, he really couldn't figure out why he would give away condiments when he bought a drink. Could it be some April Fool's Day event?But it's not April [-]st either.

"This is what Miss Babai meant," the store manager probably couldn't bear to see the poor child's suspicious expression on his face, so he cast his eyes on the Babai Khuni who was sitting by the window not far away, and the meaning was also very interesting. Clear.

— Just ask the person who made the decision.

Because of some things that happened, the Armed Detective Agency's work content has been extraordinarily large recently. In fact, Atsushi Nakajima hasn't sat with Eight Hundred Bikuni for a long time.With the idea of ​​saying hello to her, Nakajima Atsushi came in front of Eight Hundred Bhikkuni.

The eight hundred bhikkhuni who was reading a book by the window heard a familiar voice, she raised her face and asked softly, "Did Dun come down to buy things for everyone again?"

Atsushi Nakajima nodded, and explained: "Everyone is very busy recently, so there is almost no time to come to the coffee shop... By the way," he raised the condiment in his hand, showing an awkward smile: "Why did Miss Babai suddenly think of organizing an event to give away condiments?"

"This..." Eight Hundred Bhikkuni showed a thoughtful expression, as if he still didn't know how to answer, "Because I bought a little too much, I feel that I can't use it up at home, I originally wanted to put it in the store, but The store manager also said that only a few of them are needed.”

Therefore, the eight hundred bhikkuni still had to send out the rest.

Although such an explanation still made Atsushi Nakajima a little confused, after all, he couldn't imagine how much he bought before he needed to give it to the guests as a gift.

Chatting with Yaobikuni was not long. After all, there was still a lot of work waiting for Atsushi Nakajima upstairs. After he said goodbye to Yaobikuni, he took the things he had bought upstairs. As soon as he entered the door, he heard the conversation with Yosano Akiko. sound.

She hardly raised her head, and still focused on the task in her hand: "The newcomer is back, please bring me the black tea."

And not far from her, Dazai Osamu was also caught working in the office.

As soon as Osamu Dazai saw Atsushi Nakajima, his eyes lit up, and he seemed to want to [discuss] something with him when he ran over. Looking at him like this, Atsushi Nakajima knew that he was definitely going to take those things in Mr. Dazai himself again. It seems that all the chores that are not interesting at all are thrown to him.

Even if he was always choked by Mr. Kunikida because of this before, there are still ten thousand ways to make Atsushi take over those tasks obediently.

"Huh?" Osamu Dazai pinched the corner of the condiment bag, lifted it up and hung it in front of his eyes, touched his chin with the other hand, and looked serious: "Did Aunt go to the supermarket yet?"

"No," Atsushi Nakajima took the drinks out of the bag one by one and explained, "It was given by the coffee shop downstairs for an event."

Hearing that, Osamu Dazai showed an expression of excitement that made Atsushi Nakajima terrified, and what he said did not make Atsushi Nakajima terrified.

He said: "Has the coffee shop downstairs finally decided to launch a suicide service? Then can I ask for a new cup, how about a top-up of hojicha with flavoring and dish soap?"

Dazai Osamu looked excited and really wanted to order, and Kunikida Doppo, who was working, broke another pen and shouted: "How could such a service exist! Even if it is really The seaweed brain should also figure it out! Which coffee shop will sell dish soap to customers!!!”

Hearing this, Osamu Dazai nodded, "Understood, I don't even have a seaweed head now."

Atsushi Nakajima really wanted to complain that this was not a seaweed brain problem, but that Mr. Dazai clearly wanted to sneak out again, so he could even come up with such an excuse.

Sure enough, Dazai-san really does everything he can to skip work.

The noisy Dazai Osamu was finally pushed back onto the office chair by Kunikida Doppo's collar.

"Take care of him a little too!" Kunikida Doppo looked extremely tired, and said to Oda Sakunosuke, who was hard at work beside him, "I really don't know how you could stand this kind of guy before."

Oda Sakunosuke raised his face, looked at Kunikida Doppo with a dull look in his eyes, "Ah, what Kankan means is that you want me to persuade Dazai to work hard?"

Kunikida Doppo raised his hand and pressed his forehead, feeling deep despair towards his colleagues.

——If Dazai is said to have a seaweed head, then this one in front of him must be a wooden head.

——*——

It turned out that, although giving away condiments in a coffee shop is a bit weird, there are actually far more boring people than she imagined.

Especially after this kind of activity spread, the neighbors in the neighborhood also ran over to buy drinks, and some students even came all the way to see what the legendary coffee shop that delivered condiments looked like .

After explaining to the guests how many times the event is over and the condiments have already been delivered, the clerks looked at the disappointed expressions of the guests, and even began to think about whether to tell Miss Babai and ask her about this Is the activity going to continue.

So this task naturally fell on the store manager.

While Yabaichuni was sitting on the seat waiting for Kimai Tsuji to pick her up, the store manager also walked in front of her under the eyes of other shop assistants.

After the other party called her name, Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni asked, "What's the matter?"

"About the event of giving away condiments..." the shop owner explained to her that people often come here for this event recently, "so I want to ask you what you think."

Originally, she just wanted to find a way to get rid of the seasoning, but she didn't expect such a follow-up. She thought about the cost, and then thought about the follow-up traffic caused by this incident.The follow-up processing decision is handed over to the store manager.

After all, this kind of thing is better handled by more experienced people.

Just when she was talking about this, she saw a young man walking towards the coffee shop from a distance, so she picked up her coat and said goodbye to the shop manager, got up and walked out the door.

The store manager's eyes fell on her back, watching her stop in front of the black-haired and red-eyed young man, it seemed that after saying something, the two walked towards the same direction together.

Guiwu Tsuji Wumi actually already knew about the activities held in her coffee shop, but this kind of activities is completely proof of his black history, so of course he would not ask about it on purpose.

After the sun goes down, artificial light floods the streets, and the street lamps standing on both sides of the road cast light and shadows on their shoulders.

The eight hundred bhikkuni turned his face to look at the side face of Onimai Tsuji, and suddenly felt that even if he continued to live like this, it didn't seem to be boring.

She lowered her eyelids and saw Onimai Tsuji Muyan's palm hanging by her side, and when she raised her face, she stretched out her hand.

She didn't deliberately point out anything, and there was no special reaction, but when her finger touched another person's finger, that person also opened his palm and held the hand she extended.

Everything seemed to be a matter of course, and no one spoke, but the eight hundred monks caught a glimpse of the side face of Kimai Tsuji, and the curvature of the corner of his mouth seemed to have changed.

If it was in the past, this kind of ordinary but warm behavior would never have happened between them, but with the change of time, after the end with the past, the new life has a completely different development .

In their past, their relationship started with cheating and so ended with cheating.The only difference is that at the beginning, it was Onimai Tsuji Mumi who deceived her, but at the end it was Yabaishuni who deceived Onimui Tsuji.

That distorted connection can only be cut off in a distorted way, removing those impurities full of hypocrisy and hostility, and what is hidden in each other's hearts is actually such an ordinary relationship.

Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni has always longed to live like an ordinary person, but there is no one in this world who has eaten mermaid meat like her—everyone can only stay by her side for a short time, and then usher in the fate of human beings. ending.

Except for Ghost Dance Tsuji, there is no misery.

Although their [eternal life] is fundamentally different, even so, for the eight hundred bhikkuni, Guiwu Tsuji is still the only existence in this world who can accompany her through those endless years.

And she seemed to be able to understand what kind of thoughts Guiwu Tsuji Wuchan was holding now.

It is probably the same as her. Only after experiencing the ordinary life of today can I truly understand what is the thing I most desire in my heart.

Eight hundred bhikkhuni forgot where he heard a saying that when a person is on the verge of death, the most important fragments of his life will appear in his mind. , but she feels that Ghost Dance Tsuji Wumi is still applicable.

It's just that after Guiwu Tsujimu died twice, he really woke up and realized what he really wanted.

Obviously at the beginning, he just wanted a healthy body - he wanted to be able to go out and walk without any scruples and do what he wanted to do like other people he saw.

Oni Wu Tsuji's first dream was just that.

In the time after becoming a [ghost], the excessively long years distorted his thoughts and distorted his dreams.

And the eight hundred bhikkhuni himself knew very well how terrifying the endless time was.

Holding Onimai Tsuji's hand and feeling his body temperature passing along the skin that touched it, Bhikkhuni Yabao thought a lot.

But those thoughts finally ended with the sound of Onimai Tsuji inserting the key into the keyhole.

The eight hundred bhikkhuni suddenly clenched Oni Wu Tsuji's hand, causing Oni Wu Tsuji to look sideways at her with some surprise.

She suddenly said to him, "Has it been a long time since we went out together?"

When was the last time you went shopping together?Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni began to recall the past, but the past seemed to be covered with a layer of gray mist, and thorny thorns entrenched in those memories, as if they were hindering her memory.

Guiwu Tsuji didn't say a word. Compared with the eight hundred monks, he seemed to want to recall those things in the past - because the past Guiwu Tsuji was always resisting to face his true thoughts.

He was clearly in love with the Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni at that time, no matter what moment it was, the Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni was the most special existence in his mind, but at that time, Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi never expressed his true thoughts , even when he wanted to treat her well, he would always uncontrollably act in ways completely different from what he thought when he was looking at her.

He heard his own voice—a very peaceful voice.

"Then let's go out for a stroll together." Ghost Mai Tsuji said softly.

He took the key out of the keyhole, and walked out of the apartment building holding the hand of Babaichuni. When he stood on the street, he began to think about where he should go to [shopping].

It's not like they didn't go out together in the past, but when they went out together, it was clear that on the surface they would even be more intimate and loving than they are now, but an invisible barrier will always run between them.

But now that layer of barriers has probably disappeared, Guiwu Tsuji's eyes fell on the side face of Eight Hundred Bhikkuni, and he no longer had that false, deliberately manufactured expression on her face. smile.

Oni Wu Tsuji remembered the places where they used to go shopping, and there were only a few places in total—clothing stores, movie theaters, high-end restaurants... Although Oni Wu Tsuji had no interest in these things, let alone eat them into any human food.

When they go out to [eat] together, it's usually just what Onimai Tsuji's delicious food is like when it's brought to him, and it's still how it's going to be when they leave after eating.

Oni Wu Tsuji Wu Mi didn't have the idea of ​​putting on a show about this kind of thing, let alone take into account the thoughts of the waiters in the restaurant.

Although it is only nearly a hundred years since that time, the changes in the past hundred years have exceeded the past thousand years.

Although Oni Wu Tsuji didn't try to understand anything deliberately, the subtle changes in his daily life were enough for him to know a lot.

He used to keep saying that he hates change, because change also means deterioration, but in fact, the changes produced by Oni Wu Tsuji have already surpassed anyone he despised in the past.

While he was still thinking about where he should go with Babai Bikuni, Yabai Bikuni had already made a decision—she took Kimai Tsuji's hand and walked with him towards the route when he came. When they arrived at their destination, Gui Wu Tsuji Wuyou was completely stunned.

——They were standing in front of the supermarket.

No matter what, Gui Wu Tsuji never imagined that his first date with Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni in modern society, which he had struggled with for a long time, would be such a place.

The eight hundred bhikkhuni saw Gui Wu Tsuji's expression, she turned her face to him and asked him, "Don't you want to go in?"

Onimai Tsuji fell silent.

It was hard to say how he was feeling at the moment, but when Babai Khuni asked him this way, his mind automatically translated what she said - if you don't want to go in, you can stand outside and wait.

Or go home alone.

These two options, no matter which one it is, is not what Gui Wu Tsuji wants to choose. He tightened the corners of his mouth and said to the eight hundred monks: "Go in."

It's like a compromise.

Eight Hundred Bhikuni was probably a little happy, although this kind of happiness was not directly reflected in her expression, but if you observe carefully, you will find that her expression has also undergone subtle changes.

In fact, it was just a whim for the eight hundred bhikkhunis to choose this place.

When she came out of the apartment, Yao Bikuni remembered the condiments again, so with a state of mind that she didn't know how to describe, she took Kimai Tsuji by the hand and led him to the entrance of the supermarket.

It's a little different from Guiwu Tsuji's thoughts, the words that Yaobhikuni said just now were really just asking for his thoughts, if he really expressed his refusal, then Yaobhikuni will re-select according to his intention [ dating location.

But the reality is that they entered the supermarket together and were even picking out vegetables and meat.

For Guiwu Tsuji, this kind of thing is obviously too unfamiliar. He never needs to cook by himself, let alone use this skill one day.

But the eight hundred bhikkhuni seemed to be extremely skilled, and it seemed that he often came to buy things by himself.

During the time they lived together, Onimai Tsuji had actually seen many times the scenes of eight hundred bhikkhunis cooking, but it was still the same as before-Onimai Tsuji never ate any human food.

Therefore, at dinner time every day, it was actually Ghost Dance Tsuji Wucan watching the eight hundred monks eating dinner alone, while he was sitting not far away, not knowing what he was thinking.

When his thoughts deviated from the status quo, the voice of Eight Hundred Bhikkuni brought his attention back to reality.

Holding two boxes of meat in her hand, Babaichuni asked him, "Would you like pork or beef?"

Guiwu Tsuji was stunned for a moment, as if she hadn't realized why she asked herself such a question.

But when he glanced through the shoulders of the [-]-year-old bhikkhuni and fell behind her, the young men and women who were pushing the shopping cart together and parked in front of the refrigerator, he suddenly understood something.

——On the fingers of those two people, they also wore rings of the same style.

So Guiwu Tsuji replied to her: "Beef."

Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi didn't know the difference between these two kinds of meat, nor did he understand the difference in taste, he just felt that - the eight hundred bhikkhuni who asked him like this, actually just wanted to experience this feeling.

And this is something that the former Oni Wu Tsuji would never cooperate with.

If at the beginning, the eight hundred bhikkhuni said that she wanted to go out to buy vegetables by herself, and she also brought Guiwu Tsuji with her, it would only make Guiwu Tsuji feel unhappy, and even feel that she was mocking herself again.

In particular, she also asked a [ghost] who hadn't eaten any human food for thousands of years, which of the two kinds of meat should be better.

As a result of this, even if Guiwu Tsuji would not turn his face immediately at that time, when they returned home, Guiwu Tsuji would never find this kind of question interesting.

Babaichuni put the box of beef into the shopping cart, and caught a glimpse of the vegetables not far away. She was about to push the shopping cart over, but suddenly there were more hands in her sight.

Oni Wu Tsuji stood next to her, the expression on his face didn't seem to change, but the eight hundred bhikkuni wanted to smile for no reason.

She suddenly had a strange idea, she thought, perhaps living too long, in fact, is not only lonely and boring.

If Bhikkhuni Yabai hadn't been able to stay in this world for such a long time, if she was just an ordinary human being who lived the rest of her life in an ordinary way, then... she wouldn't have encountered such an existence as Kimai Tsuji.

When pushing the shopping cart with him and walking in the supermarket, Babaichuni remembered what happened a long time ago.

She remembered that when she was really young, the eight hundred bhikkhuni was not called eight hundred bhikkhuni at that time, and she had never eaten mermaid meat, and had not obtained this eternal life that was like a curse and like a god.

At that time, she actually imagined her own future - imagined what kind of person she would spend the rest of her life with in the future.

At that time, Babai Kuni was the most beautiful woman in the whole small fishing village, and her father once told her that if she wanted to leave this small fishing village, he would definitely leave with her.

Because in his eyes—his daughter is indeed worthy of those noble sons in the capital.

Maybe she was also tempted by such a statement and wanted to leave the small fishing village where she was born, but that idea didn't last too long.

Because she soon understood that when she stood on a high rock by the sea and looked at the people passing by below, she suddenly thought—in fact, what she likes and is most used to all the time is this ordinary life .

And if it wasn't for that trip to sea and the strange mermaid meat, she would have lived the rest of her life like this.