Quanzai Cone

Entering May, Zhijun, who has been looking for a way to leave, has a little clue.

I don't have any dissatisfaction with this world, but in Zhijun's view, it is really awkward that there is already a "Dazai Osamu" here, and it is not suitable for settlement. Of course, I, who has always followed him, decided to leave.

Before that, Dazai-kun came to visit.

Zhijun had already gone out when he came, so I invited him to sit down in the living room with a book in hand, and made a cup of tea and served it on the table.The two chatted for a long while, then he put down the tea and looked up at me.

"I think," he said with ambiguous hesitation but seriousness, "'Dazai Osamu' is not suitable for a lover."

I was startled as I was guessing what he was coming for.

The breeze brought the spring light outside the window into the house. I watched a few petals fall slowly from the branches. After a while, I lowered my eyes and smiled.

"Whether you are suitable to be a lover or not depends not on your own evaluation, but on the other person's feelings. To be honest, I am not a good candidate to be a lover."

Whether it's the "mind reading technique" that can see through consciousness, or the dangerous situation of being hunted down by Umbrella, it will drag the people around you into trouble and mess up your life... However, what I met was Zhijun.

Two people who are not suitable to be lovers, because they are together, they become an unexpected fit.

I retracted my gaze, frowned, and said to him: "So, don't worry about other things...'Don't be afraid to approach others'."

Dazai-kun fell silent, rubbed his fingers over the blank cover of the book without a title, and was in a daze for a while.

I watched him quietly, waiting until he suddenly regained his thoughts.

It was getting late, and Dazai-kun who got up thanked me, paused slightly when he went out, and stared back at me.

Those iris-colored eyes evoked gentle arcs, and he said goodbye to me.

"Miss Xunguang, I wish you all the best of luck."

"Jump off the roof of the port mafia headquarters building" - this is the way Zhijun finally came up with to leave.

The moment I heard the news, two emotions, absurd and reasonable, surged in my heart at the same time, and they didn't fade away until I stepped into the building.

The Hong Kong black leader Mori Ogai, who had reached an agreement with Mr. Zhizhi, ordered his subordinates to let them go all the way. When we passed the leader's office on the top floor, he specially greeted Mr. Zhi for a few words.After the exchange, Zhijun left the office, took my hand and went up to the rooftop.

In Yokohama at the end of May, the evening glow flooded the whole city, the thin crimson flowers of spring fluttered on the ground with the wind, and the deep red of the setting sun fell from the sky with the light.

Zhijun led me to stand on the edge of the building.We stared at the scene together for a moment, then he turned and took my left hand.

The slender and exquisite silver ring is slowly pushed into my middle finger, and the ruby ​​inlaid on it is as bright and beautiful as Zhijun's eyes.

I opened my eyes wide and stared blankly at him.

"It's an engagement ring." He explained with a smile, his fingertips brushed my silver-ringed heel, and held my hand.

The curvature of the lips was shallow but soft, Zhijun looked up at the ever-changing clouds in the sky, his eyes seemed to fall into memory.

"That year, it was also the end of spring, and the weather was as good as today."

Ah... I know what day he's talking about... the evening when he jumped off the roof—

"That's the most beautiful Yokohama I've ever seen in my life. I really want Ms. Guang to see it too."

Zhijun smiled and lowered his eyes, and stretched out his other hand to me, making an inviting gesture.

Tears slipped down my cheeks unconsciously, and I responded to him without hesitation, clasping that hand tightly.His body fell backwards, and even took me across the rooftop.

The blue wind came towards me, my long hair fluttered violently, and my tears flew away with the wind.In the line of sight, the whole city is full of red, and the smiling Zhijun hugs me tightly with his hands.

Gravity brings a wonderful sense of weightlessness. We embrace each other like flying birds, unknowingly falling into another world——

It is obviously the same dusk scene, the same Yokohama street view, but even in the rapid fall, you can feel the difference.

I was dizzy when I heard the sudden sound of glass breaking.

"Hey, you... Dazai!"

The roar hit my ears immediately after the sound, and I vaguely saw Zhijun slightly opening his eyes to reveal a smile, and the next second, the young man with orange hair and blue eyes rushed through the broken glass and jumped out of the Hong Kong Building.

The light representing supernatural powers lit up on the surface of his body. He threw off the black coat and red scarf on his shoulders, and raised his hand to grab us.Unfortunately, due to the particularity of Zhijun's "disqualification in the world", the three of them stopped falling at the last moment when they were close to the ground, and sank into the cushioned air cushion hastily arranged by the Black Lizard Troops in embarrassment.

The young man who saved us in time got up angrily, and glared at Zhijun: "Dazai, you bastard is still alive! Back then, you dismissed me and jumped off the building without saying a word..."

Zhijun was busy helping me tidy up my messy clothes, and responded casually with a smile: "Yo, Chuya, long time no see! I'm back with my fiancée!"

Dizzy, I sat up with Zhijun's hand, looked at Mr. Zhongyuan, who was bewildered and furious, and began to complain about Zhijun's irresponsibility, and patted Zhijun who was acting coquettishly against my cheek, embarrassedly He pursed his lips and smiled.

"Hello, Mr. Zhongyuan, my name is Gan Xunguang, and I am Zhijun's lover."

Zhijun didn't have any intention of restraining himself, and nodded at me: "Yes, yes, she is my most lovely fiancée in the world!"

After a delicate silence, Mr. Nakahara spoke speechlessly.

"...are you serious?"

("Talk about the Three Days Later: Revisiting the Old Hometown", end)