The found Tuo is three and a half years old

Yokohama during the Longtou War was really boring, and the weather every day seemed to be covered with a layer of gray by the endless gunfire.

The streets outside the window are always bleak, and occasionally a few figures break into the line of sight and hurry. Obviously, from the architectural point of view, Yokohama is now much more prosperous than it was back then, but because of the war, this harbor city is even more prosperous than before. Much cooler than that small town in Siberia.

I don't go out much, and to be honest, there isn't much to do in Yokohama right now.But nesting in the bedroom of the stronghold is also boring.

It was better when I had Fyodor playing with me, but that guy still stuffed something important to our future like looking for a "book" in his little head, which made it difficult for me to go to him when he was busy. disturb--

As a result, he could only huddle in a corner and play games bored.

I could barely bear it for a day or two, but the dragon head war lasted for more than two months and there was no sign of stopping. I felt that I was going to be molded by the humid and salty air in Yokohama.So I finally couldn't help complaining to Fyodor.

"So boring!"

Tired of playing games, I put aside the laptop that Fyodor had specially prepared for me, and rolled on the bed with my pillow in my arms.The boy was sitting at the table with his chin propped up, habitually pressing his fingers to his lips, staring at the screen and thinking about something solemnly, but my complaints failed to attract his attention at all.

I was suddenly a little angry, and jumped off the bed in a "teng", rubbed against Fyodor, and squeezed my head between the boy and the computer screen.

"Haruko?" The boy looked at me with a somewhat helpless expression.

"I'm saying I'm so bored." I puffed up my cheeks and complained again: "I can only stay in the stronghold all day, and there's nothing else to do. If this continues, I'll be moldy."

As I was speaking, the young man suddenly stretched out his finger and poked my face, so most of the air hidden in his mouth leaked out.

And such actions will undoubtedly make my anger burn even more.

"Hey!"

"Is Haruko unhappy? Come to Yokohama with me." Before I could get angry, the boy said suddenly.

"Super unhappy!" I said angrily, and stretched out my hand, kneading the boy's delicate face.

"So Haruko doesn't like being with me?" The boy didn't struggle, but maybe because I pinched it a little harder, his long eyelashes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of mist.

It looked a little pitiful.

"I……"

I was a little lost for a while.

"I like it." The eyelashes drooped lazily, and a smile appeared on the boy's distorted face: "I also like being with Haruko."

"Yokohama is too boring—"

Holding the boy's neck, I leaned against his ear and whispered.

"Then let's go to Tokyo." The boy suddenly said, "We'll go tomorrow."

"--Eh?"

——*——

The night before I left for Tokyo, Fyodor finished his work early on a rare occasion and crawled into bed, but I was too excited to fall asleep at all.

But Fyodor was used to staying up all night, and it was not easy to suddenly want to go to bed early, so I simply huddled in his ear and told him about interesting places in Tokyo.

In fact, Fyodor has heard me tell a lot about those things in the past since he was a child, and he often collects information everywhere, so he actually knows most of what I can tell.

But he didn't interrupt me, he just listened to me excitedly recalling the previous things——

When I left Tokyo, it was still in the Taisho period. At that time, there were already trams on the streets, and cars were a rare thing. From the buildings in the streets and alleys to the clothes of the people, there was a compromise between Japanese and Western.Yoshiwara is always very lively at night, and the night market in Asakusa and the bar street in Ginza are always bustling.

However, when I saw the tall buildings and the high and low tram lines, I was a little at a loss for a while.

The scenery on the street is completely different from what it used to be, and there are only groups of "replicants" in black and white suits walking back and forth. The tram lines are scattered high and low like cobwebs. Among the tall buildings, people's figures are unavoidable. It looks very thin.

"Haruko hasn't come back for a long time." The boy walking beside me held my hand.

"More than 100 years." I said softly.

"It's been 100 years, so it's no surprise that things will change." The boy said again: "Haruko has been experiencing it before, so I can't feel it, but the Tokyo of the Taisho period is different from the Tokyo of the Edo period, isn't it?" ?"

Fyodor is right, the Tokyo of Taisho is almost completely different from the Tokyo of my childhood, but I was also "changing" at that time, so I couldn't notice it.

Now that I have suddenly spanned more than a hundred years, it is normal to feel that the scene in front of me is strange-but I still feel that my mood is very complicated.

I didn't expect the city to be so different.

Yoshihara has long been an empty shell.After being officially banned, the place has gradually become depressed, and the few remaining buildings used to remember it have also become mottled due to the traces of the years, making it impossible to distinguish its former glory.

Asakusa, where I used to go shopping with Mr. Wu Mi, is still crowded, but the buildings on both sides of the street have been raised a lot, so the originally narrow road looks even narrower.

Both sides of the Omotesando in front of Kaminarimon are full of various shops. When I walked into the temple with the crowded crowd, I gradually became a little dazed.

——Although I have stood on this land again, it seems that I can no longer "return" to Tokyo.There is no trace of my familiarity in Tokyo, and I do not belong to this city.

I am no different from those tourists with bags on their backs.

Fortunately, Fyodor held my hand all the time in the crowd, and my uneasiness finally subsided a little due to the boy's body temperature.

Many people come to Sensoji Temple to make wishes.This temple has also spent quite a long time, so people are more willing to believe that there is really a blessing from the gods here——

I don't know if there are really gods here, and I don't know if the gods will bless a special existence like me.But I'm actually not too happy to believe that the lottery I draw will really reveal my destiny.

Because there are a lot of bad luck in Sensoji Temple, and in the past 200 years, I have drawn almost all the "bad luck" lots, but I have never won a "good fortune".

When I stood in front of the lottery, I curled my lips instinctively.

Originally, I also thought that drawing lots was a very interesting thing, but this was the first time I came to the temple with someone I liked, and if I got a bad lottery, it would definitely spoil my mood.

While I was hesitating, Fyodor who was beside me picked up the lottery first.

A long bamboo stick fell out, with the number 33 written on one end.Following the numbers, he took out the signature, with four sentences in Chinese printed on it:

Dead wood blooms in spring

Fang Fei reappears in Lin

The moon is seen between the clouds

Met a nobleman before

The word "Ji" was also marked on the end of the paper.

"It's an auspicious sign!"

I didn't pay any attention to the content of the poem. Anyway, I also understand things like cloth. In short, since it is an auspicious sign, it must be a good word.

But after Fyodor drew the auspicious lottery, I became even more nervous.I'm afraid that my luck will be used up by him, and I'm afraid that I will still draw "fierce" as usual——

So when I was holding the bamboo stick with the number twelve written on it, I didn't even dare to look for the corresponding sign.

"Woooooo tip, help me see what this lottery is? If it's a murderous lottery, don't show it to me." I put the bamboo stick back into the sign holder, and swallowed lightly.

The boy was taken aback for a moment, and then a slight smile appeared on his lips.He took down the signature from the shelf, glanced at it, and read softly:

"When the willow meets spring

Remnant flowers and old branches

Heavy frost and snow

"Golden color is brighter"

I couldn't understand the meaning of the poem, which made me even more disturbed, but Fyodor had no intention of handing me the lottery at all.I finally couldn't hold it back any longer, and simply reached out and snatched the lottery from Fyodor's fingertips. When I slowly unfolded the lottery, the word "Daji" on the end of the paper suddenly broke into my sight.

"It's Daji." The young man said softly, "That's great."

I was stunned.This is the first time I have drawn such a lottery.

I'm not sure whether the signature can really predict our fate, but looking at the signature with "good luck" in my hand, I would like to believe that my luck has really improved.

Maybe it's because my life has become completely different from the past.Like a bustling city, because of the appearance of Fyodor, all kinds of interesting things have appeared in my world. Even if there are some unhappy things occasionally, the two of them can always get along quickly. The ground quickly threw away those unhappiness.

So even if Yoshihara no longer exists, even if all the ghosts have disappeared, even if the familiar place has become irreversible, it doesn’t matter, because I myself have changed and have a new life, and if If I have to say it, my current life may be much luckier than in the past——

"It's good luck!" I put the signature in my pocket: "Well, but this is also expected."

"Because my luck is of course the best!"

So picked up this guy.