[Tokyo Ghoul] Shuko's Daily Handbook

"Xiaoyan, what would you do if I got lost?"

"Look, keep looking, don't let go if you can't find it."

"Xiaoyan, what would you do if I got lost?"

"Look, keep looking, don't let go if you can't find it."

"...If Xiaoyan gets lost one day, I will try my best to find me and let Xiaoyan see me."

The young man raised his jet-black eyes, which had been indifferent for several days now were also stained with warmth. "If, I lose my memory, I forget you all..."

The young man interrupted the young man's words, and his beautiful dark blue eyes stared straight into the young man's eyes, as if wanting to look into his heart. "I will find Xiaoyan, but Xiaoyan has not lost his memory, so the hypothesis is not valid."

The young man pursed his lips and slowly closed his eyes. His peaceful side face looked sad in the wind. Standing in the wind and snow, he felt that the next second would be gone with the wind. "...If I really forget you, please...forget me and stay away from me. This way, everyone will probably not be sad."

Jiuzi was slightly startled, he turned his pretty face up. "...What are you talking about, I really like Kaneki Ken very much," he continued, "Also, whether it is Kaneki Ken or not, I like that gentle and selfish guy. Stupid and stupid, he was sold The guy who counts money for others, and the guy who is arrogant but determined to die... If I say this, I will probably die if I get lost, and Xiaoyan can stop looking for me. Then I can get lost if I like Xiao Yan, if it’s not dead... probably it’s because I don’t love it anymore.”

Jin Muyan paused, but he didn't look back, and left alone.

—I would rather, never have loved you.

——I am really guilty.

--I am sorry.

The tears falling from the corners of his eyes were heartbreaking and disappeared in the wind and snow.

The vast world seems to be covered with snow, the cold night, the silver world, mixed with cold blood, the white snow covers everything, beautiful, ugly, sad, dirty, dirty, turbulent, Twisted, crazy... The young man lowered his head and muttered to himself, his silver-white hair seemed to have disappeared into the white snow, and he showed a forced smile, "That guy, he always likes to lie, right? Mom said you can't lie Nah."

"What did you say to forget about me?"

"...It's just a sign of cowardice, idiot."

……

The woman's jet-black pupils stared at him intently, making him a little distracted, with an illusion.He clutched his injured abdomen, and the sticky blood dripped down on the ground like a trickle, forming a small pool of red.

"He, are you okay?" Even though he was very weak, he still resisted the pain of the wound bursting and asked word by word.

The woman was silent.

"...It's okay, as long as he's fine, I'm probably fine." He tugged at the corner of his mouth, his lips were chapped and bleeding.

She was still silent, but loosened the hand holding Quink.

"I hope you can take good care of him." He smiled, his eyes were sad, filled with dim light, and his silver-white hair shone slightly under the light.

She moved the corners of her mouth, and her indifferent words were merciless, "He won't die because of the lack of an insignificant guy, without you, he might live better, safer, and won't encounter disasters And pain, living like a naive fool forever. He'd be better off without you."

The young man smiled, "Probably, I will soon disappear into his world."

"……Where are you going?"

"I don't know, I'm probably wandering here and having a cup of coffee." He said indifferently. "Probably he is the only one in the world who loves me. Where is he now?"

The first generation Arimori looked up at the dark sky, and there was a strong smell of blood on her body. She had killed a lot of ghouls just now. "Sleep, I knocked him out, so that I won't make mistakes again."

The young man was taken aback, as if thinking of the boy's sleeping face, he couldn't help but bring a bit of lightness to his words. "He always likes to roll around on the bed... He also likes to kick the quilt, and his immunity is so low..." He hooked the corners of his mouth, revealing his weak appearance in front of the first first-class investigator.

The woman took a few steps back, turned around and was about to leave.

She suddenly thought of something, paused her steps, "...you can do it for yourself, probably, he won't feel sorry for others after you die."

The youth paused.

……

"Miss, miss!—Master, he disappeared again——!"

"..."

"Miss, miss!—Master, he won't eat again——!"

"..."

"Miss, miss!—Master, he..."

The woman glanced at the maid indifferently, and then moved her eyes to the world outside the window. "When did he fall in love with Manzhushahua?"

The maid was taken aback, "Yeah, isn't the young master my favorite red rose? Ah, ah, I'm really puzzled. After the young master came back, his personality became so quiet. In fact, the young master likes it occasionally when he doesn't have an illness. Stay quietly in the garden and read a book, "The Egg of the Black Goat."

The first generation Arimori's eyes flashed a cold light, and his voice was as cold as an alloy. "The next time you see him and read that book again, just tear it up. If you tear it up in front of him, I don't believe that he will be so quiet." The maid felt very strange. According to normal people, wouldn't it be better to be quiet? ?Isn't it a little... weird to tear up a favorite thing in front of a patient?If the first lady said so, there must be her reasons...

The young man was lying among the flowers, staring blankly at the blue sky. He probably felt his eyes were a bit sore, so he closed his eyes, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly. He rubbed his eyes.A dark blue butterfly danced lightly, scurrying among the flowers that were as bright as flames. Somewhat recklessly, it landed on the tip of the boy's nose. It flapped its wings. It didn't seem to be very afraid of people, and it even moved a few times boldly. It fell into the book in the boy's hand again.

"Hello, do you also like to watch "Black Goat's Egg"?"

"...I like to watch it too."

He smiled slightly, his appearance was as beautiful as Jing Qiu, and time seemed to linger around him.

The butterfly fluttered and landed on the boy's fingers. The boy seemed a little at a loss. He had never been in contact with small animals, and...he was also afraid of hurting these fragile lives, so he didn't dare to move around. Finger up.

It is a very small butterfly without big wings. The blue pattern is shining in the sun, and the black edges look very beautiful.

"Hello, my name is the first generation Jiuzi... let's make a friend." His eyes were bent into a childish crescent shape.

……

Kirishima Touka received an invitation card, an invitation card for a wedding banquet, looking at the gorgeous and elegant cursive characters on it.She sighed, turned around, sat on the stool, faced the vanity mirror, and looked at herself in her 20s, already... 26 years old.The two of them finally got married, and after going around for ten years, the young and cute teenagers at that time have grown up now, but they still have the same temper.

The destination is the Netherlands.

Touka Kirishima boarded the private plane with the bodyguards of the first generation family, and saw Mado Akira and the first generation Arimori, Yukino Sayuri and Hinata Mie, Sifang Renshi and Shi, Shijin and his girlfriend... By the way, and What about that pair?

When she turned her head, she just saw a seductive man with emerald green eyes sitting in front of her with a smile on the shoulder of a purple-haired man.

"Nah~ long time no see~ Ms. Kirishima~" The man's smile still made her feel dangerous.

She nodded, and it seemed that she was alone.

Immediately afterwards, she saw that guy Xuandu came with Hina and sat behind her.

...it's an incredible feeling.

"What's the matter, stupid old lady." Kirishima Ayato glanced lazily at Dong Xiang, the uncle put his arm around Hinomi's shoulder, and knocked his chin on the girl's shoulder.

"Big sister, are you also attending the wedding of big brother and Jiuzi?" Hinomi asked with a smile, then froze for a moment, rubbing her hair, "Ah, I'm such an idiot, of course big sister is invited to the wedding Here we come."

Kirishima Touka nodded, her face was a little dark, this brat actually got together with Hina afterwards!

-

Kirishima Touka said that she no longer knew what to say.Why is there a woman in a wedding dress at the wedding of Shikiko and that idiot Kaneki Ken?

The sun was not too big, and the sun shone through the window on the long skirt on the cushion, shining bright light that made people unable to take their eyes off it.Layers of white gauze, decorated with delicate snow-white pearls, the long-haired bride has a stiff face, and her black pupils are staring at the door.He moved his numb feet after a few girls had arranged their wedding dresses. He was not used to wearing ten centimeter high heels.

He squinted and found a boy with a pretty face like an angel.

Under the silver-white short hair is a small white face with a milky luster. His face is slightly red, as beautiful as rose petals, and his dark blue eyes still have a bit of misty water vapor, as if he just woke up The look made people pinch his face, he rubbed his sleepy eyes, the neckline of his white suit was messily opened slightly, revealing his delicate collarbone.He saw his beautiful bride, ran in excitedly, and then... tripped over the cushion, fell a somersault, and sat up looking at him in confusion.

"Jiuzi, does it hurt?" Kaneki Ken rubbed the boy's forehead, kissed the boy's forehead lightly, and then helped him straighten his collar.

The boy's face was blushing, extremely cute.He stammered, "...very, very beautiful...he is the most, most, no, super super beautiful person that Jiuzi has ever seen."

Kaneki Ken was taken aback for a moment, then smiled softly. "Isn't it your idea?"

"We need to string together the lines."

"?"

The young man coughed and said with a serious face, "When the priest asks 'Would you like it?', you and I have to say 'yes', you know? After you finish speaking, you can give Jiuzi a baby."

"...Does this kind of thing need lines?" He sighed and rubbed the boy's hair.And what the hell is that sentence behind! ?

"Pull the hook, hurry up and pull the hook, you can't lie!"

"Hanging on the hook, it must not be changed for 100 years, whoever changes is a puppy, stamp it!" Qingyue's voice mixed with a baby voice stopped.

A slender little finger hooked another smaller and slender little finger, and under the sun, the thumb was stamped.

The author has something to say: the extras are not related to the main text, and finally took advantage of the spare time to read a chapter hehehehug the little angels. Hum [serious face]