The found Tuo is three and a half years old

If we want to realize our wishes, we must first get the legendary "book" with magical power.But for us, wanting to get and being able to get it are two completely different things.

I, who followed Master Wu Mi to search for the blue other shore flower for hundreds of years, I know best about the matter of not being able to get what you want. At that time, Master Wu Mi, who had an infinitely long life, could not find what he wanted in his lifetime. As far as he is concerned, Fyodor's life is really pitifully short.

Even with my help, I really have no confidence that I can help Fyodor find the "book" he wants in just a few decades, not to mention that the human body itself is also fragile, and no one can do anything about it Determine which will come first, tomorrow or the accident.

"But even if it's Yato, there's no way to get the 'book' directly for Tip." While Fyodor was going to meet other people, I found Yato alone again.

"Because the cause and effect of this matter is not that simple." Yato replied.

"So, so, say," I dragged my voice, and said with some dissatisfaction: "I don't understand causality, Yato just needs to tell me whether it is possible or not."

With a serious look on his blue-eyed god's face, he shook his head lightly.

"Well, this is also expected." I puffed up my mouth slightly: "But it doesn't matter, anyway, I don't expect Yato to help with this matter."

"As for the 'curse' between me and Mr. Wu Mi, if it can be resolved smoothly, my life and death will no longer be bound by other things." I said in a pretendingly relaxed tone.

"It's not wrong." Yetou frowned slightly: "But there is nothing on this shore that can kill you."

"But Yato can't?" I blinked: "As a god, Yato, it's not impossible to kill me."

"So if until the end, that brat fails to find what he wants to talk to—" I looked at Yato, keeping the corners of my lips raised: "I want to entrust Yato, and by that time I will send I kill too."

I took out a five-yen coin from my pocket.

Yato looked at my face, and sighed softly after a long time: "...Actually, you don't need to do that."

"My artifact can cut off the 'bonds' between people, as long as I cut off those..."

"But then I will forget about the tip." I tilted my head: "Then I will live aimlessly like before."

I lowered my eyes slightly, and took a deep breath: "I did think that way before, as long as I live, it won't be too bad, even if there is no purpose, there is no meaning to live, but living itself must be relatively speaking. Good thing."

"But I found out that's not the case."

Raising my eyes again, I looked straight into the eyes of the god in front of me: "I live to experience happy things, to meet people worthy of my care. I will probably never meet again, and I don't need to meet someone like Tip Cute guy. So if he disappears from this world, it doesn't matter if I'm alive or not."

"In the future, there will definitely be no better time than the decades with him, so it's no pity if you don't continue to live."

After listening to my words, Yato was silent for a long time, then he raised his hand solemnly, and took the coin from my fingertips.

"I see. If you think so—"

"Then I did hear your wish."

When seeing Wu Mi again, Yato had already told him about the "curse".In fact, this incident has nothing to do with this five or six-year-old boy. Everything is caused by the dusty memory of his previous life in his soul.

So before completely cutting off the "fetter" between me and him, Yato temporarily released the sealed memory in Wuyou's mind.

Wu Can's eyes, which had recovered his memory, were as cold as before.Just by taking a look, I knew that it was indeed Mr. Wu Mi that I was familiar with.

"Silver Bamboo."

He calls me that.

This is the name he gave me, and it is also the deepest bond between me and him.

I leaned in front of him and knelt on the ground on one knee as I did many years ago.It's just because Mr. Wu Mi is really short now, even if I lower my body, my line of sight is still only at the same level as him.

He walked up to me, brushed my hair lightly with his little hand, and then spread his palm on my cheek.It was a human palm, with a temperature hotter than that of a ghost.

"It's been so long," he said.

"Yeah, more than 100 years have passed." I said, "I seem to be the only ghost left in this world. Before that, I got on a ship and went to Siberia alone. I experienced many things there and met important people. People, also found the blue Bianhua."

"It is thanks to your help that I can live until now, because you gave me blood, and because you used a special spell, so I have the opportunity to live until now, and I can continue to live—"

"However... For me, it doesn't matter if I don't live forever. I just want to accompany that child to the end of my life and that's enough."

Wu Mi's face was a bit gloomy - but his expression has always been like this, so I can't tell from it whether he is angry because of my words.

After a long time, Wu Mi said in a calm voice.

"It sucks."

There was sarcasm in the tone.

"You obviously got what I want most, but you want to give up for that guy."

"I'm so sorry." I instinctively hung my head.

Then, I heard a soft sigh in my ear.

"You are as dull and naive as the first time I saw you."

His palm slowly descended, and finally pinched my chin with his fingers.

In fact, his strength was not enough to force me to do anything, but I subconsciously followed his movements and raised my eyes.

"Tsurumi Haruko."

He said that he called me by my original name.

"You'll probably never regret the stupid things you've done."

"I..." I don't understand.

"But that's fine."

He let go.

——I only found out later that Mr. Wu Mi may not even have the chance to enter reincarnation for the crime committed by Mr. Wu Mi, but in his life, he also paid his heart and soul for an irrelevant matter.

He saved me with his last strength, so he himself was redeemed, and even after only a hundred years, he could re-exist as a "human being".

That's why he said things like "it's fine".

Yato cut off the "curse" and all the "fetters" between me and Wu Mi, so the name "Silver Bamboo" was completely erased from my soul.

And after all this was over, Wu Mi, whose memory was sealed again, was just a little boy with a bad temper.

With the help of Yato, the young and helpless Wuyou was adopted by a man named "Oda Sakunosuke" in Yokohama. This Oda Sakunosuke turned out to be the mafia with great marksmanship that Fyodor and I saw on the streets of Yokohama before.

It was also at that time that I realized that Oda Sakunosuke was not the main force of the port mafia, but just an ordinary low-level member.And I also saw the legendary main player whose height is less than 1.6 meters——

Fyodor didn't lie to me, that guy fights hard and is really not as tall as me.So my mind immediately became more balanced.

Fyodor and I met Tatsuhiko Shibusawa in Yokohama.He came to Yokohama a while earlier than us, but it seemed that things were not going well, and there were even a few shallow scars on that beautiful face.

He came to Fyodor because of the "Dragon Head War". Although I didn't understand what they said, it is said that the "inheritance" in this dispute was actually his money.

I have some sympathy for this, but I am not interested in helping him get the money back.

Because I was busy helping Fyodor find the whereabouts of the "book".

"It's already 01:30 in the middle of the night. Tip, if you don't come to sleep again, you will be bald like Pushkin!" After making the bed, I poked the face of Fyodor who was still sitting in front of the computer.

The boy gave me a sideways glance, but his gaze quickly returned to the screen: "It will be fine soon, Haruko can go to rest first."

"I don't need to rest. I won't be bald like you fragile humans." I pouted, a little annoyed, but I also knew that if I unplugged the computer right now, Fyodor might die. It takes a few extra hours of work to make up for it.

So I simply moved a chair, sat next to Fyodor, reached out and picked up a few strands of his hair, and braided them crookedly.

"If you braid your hair, you can see what you'll look like when you're bald," I said, fiddling with his hair.

"Staying up late doesn't necessarily make people bald," Fyodor lowered the corners of his lips lightly, "but if Haruko tears off a few more hairs, maybe I will really be bald."

However, his protest was completely ineffective, and I didn't mean to stop my hands at all.

"..."

The teenager sighed, looked at the things on the screen, and finally turned off the computer helplessly.In the next moment, my unscrupulous hand was also caught on his head.

Immediately afterwards, something soft landed on the corner of my lips.

The soft caress instantly sent scorching heat into my body, but instead of shrinking back, I put my arms around the boy's neck, deepening the kiss.

"Tip is really afraid of baldness." After a long time, I backed away a little and said to him narrowly.

"Haruko." The boy's tone was somewhat dissatisfied.

But I didn't give him a chance to continue.

So all the gentle love words melted into the long kiss.

"But it doesn't matter what the tip turns out to be."

"Because no matter what you become, I still love you."

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