After binding the Yokohama Ancient God system

After that, Zhong Yuanzhong also talked about some cloudy things, which roughly means "Don't think about it..."

"A slap doesn't make a sound..."

"Things are over, let go of what should be let go, and live a good life in the future."

Something like this.

Because my thoughts are inexplicably erratic, so basically my left ear goes in and my right ear goes out, and I don't listen much;

But on the surface, I still looked at him with a serious expression, and from time to time I answered "um", "Is that what Chuya thought so", and "I see" in a templated way.

In this way, during the 10-minute conversation, Zhong Yuanzhong also said everything he wanted to say.

Unlike I didn't have any special feelings after apologizing, when Nakahara Chuya finished speaking, I could find that he was really relieved, and the whole person felt a lot more relaxed.

"If I say, I forgive you for what you did at that time—then Youxing, can you forgive me at that time?"

Nakahara looked up at me quietly with those cobalt blue eyes, and said in a soft and calm voice.

Under the dim light, his eyes looked like the string of aquamarines around my neck, and also like flowing mineral liquid.

Only when I look into these eyes, can I feel that this person is indeed Chuya;

His blue eyes are like diamonds that are spotless and unafraid of fire in the dust, always vigorous and hard.

He is an adult and a mafia, but he has a pair of sincere and passionate eyes like a teenager.

Like a pair of combustible ice.

Years have not broken his heart.

"I forgive..."

After being treated by Zhong Ye in the Central Plains, I don't even know whether I am qualified to say such words.

But I saw Nakahara Chuya's eyes.

What is he looking forward to, what is he longing for.

So, I say - I forgive.

"Uh..." After listening to Zhong Yuanzhong, he was slightly taken aback. He looked at me, his eyes were touched, as if he was missing something, and seemed to be thinking about something.

He didn't smile, his expression was calm.

"Anyway, thanks."

Zhong Yuanzhong also lowered his head slightly, and said hoarsely.

"Yu Xing, before that bastard Dazai doesn't come back, you should leave first."

The man's tone became serious the next moment.

He raised his head, his blue eyes were no longer gentle and cool, but like a pair of sharp knives quenched by frost.

"Yokohama is not a peaceful place these days—if you still think of me as your partner and still believe in me, get out of here."

Zhong Yuanzhong also said cautiously.

"Uh..." I looked at him with a hesitant look on my face, I opened my mouth, but couldn't say anything for a while.

Nakahara Chuya: "Also, you didn't leave that dog's phone number?"

He raised his eyebrows, leaned on the chair and stared at me and asked.

"No..." I think he meant Osamu Dazai.

"That's good……"

Zhong Yuan also held his hat, his expression was not awkward, but really disgusted and angry.

"You must not get involved with that man. Although he is not in the port mafia now, he is not a fuel-efficient lamp."

"Okay, I won't contact him, Zhongya, don't worry."

Although Nakahara also said that Osamu Dazai had left the Port Mafia, but now I have lost my desire to be curious;

I don't know what's going on, I feel very anxious, I just want to get out of here quickly.

……

After another 5 minutes or so, Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at me with a strange expression.

"Then... let's do this first?" Nakahara Chuya said tentatively.

Me: "OK."

it is finally over.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

He was silent for a while, didn't say anything, and finally raised his hat again: "Do you want me to drive you? Where do you live?"

"Don't bother, thank you Chuya, I'll go back by myself."

I shook my head, got my bag from the chair and stood up.

We bid farewell to the restaurant.

……

After Shangjiangzhou Youxing disappeared at the door, Dazai Osamu came in through the door.

"It's too much, Chuya, even though I didn't do anything, I let you reunite with an old friend, and it ended up being a "dog thing". "

Osamu Dazai walked in leisurely, and snapped his fingers at the boss as he walked: "Master Dana, serve the food."

"Uh..." Nakahara looked at Osamu Dazai coldly: "She doesn't have any problems, is it okay?"

"what?"

Osamu Dazai gave an exaggerated squeak, sat opposite him, and poured himself a cup of tea.

"You don't think there's anything wrong with her? Youxing is obviously not in a good state today."

The man tapped the crisp porcelain plate lightly with a spoon, speaking and singing a tune.

"Poor Youxing, like a poor child with autism, dull, sleepy, with a dazed expression and a stiff smile."

Zhong Yuan's face immediately turned ugly.

"Enough, let's get to the point."

Well, an adult is what you say is like a patient with severe brain damage.

"No~"

Osamu Dazai squinted his eyes, and threw a paper document bag on the table.

Zhong Yuanzhong also opened the file bag, took out the files inside, and read them carefully.

"Uh..." As he read, the orange-haired and blue-eyed man's expression became more and more ugly, and at the end, his eyes began to blaze.

"Immortal! A person who is dying, and still can't control his dirty thoughts!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also suddenly cursed loudly with a ferocious face, which made the front desk boss tremble all over.

"That's why——she's using the "stolen money" to spend like crazy and her attitude of giving up on herself and being indifferent is very dangerous. "

Osamu Dazai picked up a pickled radish with his chopsticks, and stared at the radish in front of him calmly.

"Uh..." Zhong Yuanzhong also looked stern, his eyes rolled nervously in their sockets twice.

"I'll go out first."

Zhongyuan Zhong didn't delay either, he grabbed the motorcycle key on the table and made a gesture to leave——

"A sack of autumn beans."

Osamu Dazai stopped him expressionlessly.

"Close the bill before leaving."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

……

I came to the abandoned Southport in the concession.

The salty sea flavor here is the main venue, and there are some parasitic shellfish on the dilapidated concrete walls.

Broken shells washed ashore along the edges of the beach.

I feel my heart beating faster and faster.

There was an old woman who brought her own bench and sat in front of the beach.

She just quietly turned her back to me, wearing floral clothes, a light gray turban wrapped in Ruixue-like silver hair, and a stooped and old back.

Her crutches fell on the beach, and the corners of her long skirt were constantly wet by the ebb and flow of sea water.

"Uh..." I kicked off my pair of high heels in a daze, threw away my handbag, and staggered towards the old man.

I walked up to her and stared at her face.

"Uh..." The old man didn't speak, she looked up at me curiously.

It was a kind face, so kind you could put it on any mother's face.

A wrinkled face, a pair of old but bright eyes.

She looked at me like she was looking at her own child.

"Uh..." I stared straight at the old woman, my hands were shaking, and my nerves were shaking like a twitch.

"My child, you look very sad."

The old woman smiled kindly, her voice was soft and soft, sounding like a warm evening.

Me: "I feel like I'm in a dream, I'm nobody, I don't know what I am."

I looked at the old woman, and the words hidden in my heart couldn't help blurting out.

The old woman looked at me with bright black eyes, and she smiled like a crescent moon.

"Since you realized it now, do you feel relaxed and happy?" She said in a slow voice.

"Yes……"

I opened my eyes and answered without hesitation.

"I feel very relaxed and happy. The world is like a playground. I have never had deep-rooted fear or pain. Occasional loneliness and confusion are like a flash in the pan, but they are quickly covered by new curiosity and desire."

As I spoke, I slowly knelt on my knees in the icy water, looking up at the old woman.

"But……"

However, I began to gradually lose everything.

"child……"

The old woman's loving voice came from above my head.

She stretched out her palm and gently stroked my hair, "The world is different for any creature."

The old woman's voice was soft, as if she was telling a story.

"For fish, the world is buoyancy and water."

"For birds, the world is sky and air currents."

"For people, the world is a thick earth."

"child……"

The old woman spoke softly.

"Your perception is correct, but you are neither dreaming nor experiencing illusion—"

"Think about what the world is to you, what Yokohama is, and why you want to come back and come here."

The old woman spoke slowly.

"Uh..." My eyes dilated slightly.

I saw it—the old woman had no teeth in her mouth, no tongue.

It was a bloody red, as if there was magma rolling inside!

"Huh?!" I was dumbfounded.

no tongue?Are you a ventriloquist?

"Pomelo apricot!"

Suddenly, I heard a high-pitched roar in the distance.

I turned my head and saw that Nakahara Nakaya was standing on the shore, getting off the motorcycle.

He picked up my bag and high heels from the beach, looked at me angrily, and pointed at me.

"come over!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also walked towards me and shouted loudly.

"Uh..." I looked at Nakahara Chuya strangely, but when I turned my head again, I found that the old lady was gone, not even a stool left.

"Uh..." Walking on the night road has bumped into ghosts.

I stood up with a dazed expression, my brain was dazed, and I looked at the endless sea in front of me with confused eyes.

A strange impulse was at work in my heart.

I feel that something is calling me.

It's correcting my perception.

Sea water should not be cold.Sea water should not be blue.The water should be boiling hot.Sea water should be scarlet.

Like amniotic fluid stained with blood.

"Uh..." I looked cold and hard, and ran towards the depths of the sea without hesitation.

The sea water immediately spread towards my waist.

"Shangjiangzhou pomelo apricot!"

An angry roar came from behind.

My six relatives didn't recognize or look back, and they didn't do anything, and plunged into the sea directly.