I rely on the bloody script to force BE

The last time I met Osamu Dazai officially was three years ago.

At that time, he had just taken the position of leader of PortMafia, a pure black suit could not suppress the young Junxiu, but no one dared to underestimate him.

At the time when everything was waiting to be done, PortMafia's cash flow was tight, and Qianliu of the Zen Academy took the initiative to solve his problem by spending a lot of money.

All the analysts under her had agreed that this investment would undoubtedly be a loss, and it was the decision made by Qianliu of the Chanyuan against all opinions.

Analysts felt that she was dazed because of her personal relationship, but Osamu Dazai did not disappoint. Within two years, she offered a generous return and silenced all bad mouths.

After he took office, the two had almost no time to get together in private, and the already plastic friendship seemed even weaker.

Zenyuan Qianliu looked at the layers flowing on the LCD screen of the elevator, recalling what Dazai said to her the last time they met: "If you want to live a happy life, stay away from Wu-kun."

At that time, the marriage between her and Gojo Satoru had not yet cracked, and it seemed that she was even more sick just thinking about her abnormal friends.Looking at it now, it is a prophecy.

The elevator stopped, Zenyuan Qianliu stepped on high heels, walked through the corridor covered with woolen carpets, and pushed open the door of the leader's office that was concealed.

"Thousands of streams..."

Dazai at the table called out her name without looking up.His handsome face was immersed in the shadows, and there was no emotion.

"long time no see."

Secretary Akutagawa Gin led her to sit down, and after pouring tea, made room for the two of them to talk.

Qianliu from the Chanyuan smiled: "It's been two or three years, right? How have you been recently?"

"It's not very good, it's not dead yet." Dazai Osamu looked at her calmly, his eyes seemed to be able to pierce the disguised smile, and hit the soul directly, "What about you?"

Chanyuan Qianliu pursed his lips into a straight line: "It's not bad."

"Let's talk about something that will make you really happy." Osamu Dazai got up and handed her two folders, "Opportunity to make a lot of money, do you want to cooperate?"

"At this age, making money is the most boring thing."

Qianliu from the Chanyuan stared at the content printed on the A4 paper, and his eyes were fixed.

"Ok?"

"Is it very exciting?" Dazai smiled half a smile.

"No..." Chanyuan Qianliu said, "Actually, I am about to withdraw from the Conjuration Committee. Except for the hard-to-divide property rights, their interests have nothing to do with me. The normal operation of the Chanyuan consortium does not need conjurers at all. -"

Dazai asked softly, "Can you let Go-kun go?"

she fell silent...

The air also seemed to sink slowly.

Dazai's expression was a little playful: "Obviously he is ready to get away, and he will find a way to help him pave the way before leaving, Qianliu, only you will worry so much about the strongest conjurer. It is really touching love."

However, being so indifferent to yin and yang by him, Qianliu from the Chanyuan couldn't hold back even a single rebuttal.

What can we do?

In the 27 years of life, the days when I met Gojo Satoru accounted for 20 years.That was her husband, the man she thought she would spend her whole life with.

Even though the marriage ended hastily, she also hoped that everything in his life will go well in the future. He is the proud son of heaven and should not bow his head to anyone.

Qianliu from the Chanyuan lowered his eyelids and said for a while, "Let's talk about this matter."

……

Zenyuan Qianliu's stay in Yokohama was much longer than expected. She thought she would be back in a day or two. Seeing that a week had passed, the pink lady's slippers at the entrance were covered with a light layer of dust.

In this regard, Fu Heihui accepted it well. He has long been used to Qianliu of the Zen Academy leaving early and returning late and often not at home.Compared with his biological father who was running around, Qianliu of the Chanyuan's business trips are already quite homely.

"Were you like this when you were a child?"

"Hmm..." Fu Heihui said, "No matter how busy Qianliu is, she will pick me up from school, even if she doesn't have time to have dinner together."

He went to a noble primary school with high tuition fees, and many parents did not have time to pick up and drop off their children in person, so housekeepers and nannies would do it for them.

But for six years, it must be his family members waiting for Fu Heihui to leave school at the door.If Qianliu is not in the Zen Academy, it is Wutiao Wu, and occasionally Fu Heisher who is reluctant.

When he was in a good mood, Fu Heisher sent him back safely.But more often, he left him on the way after taking a photo, saying: "I'm not a child anymore, I can get lost and I'm not worthy of being my son, go back by yourself."

Then Fu Heihui went back and complained to Qianliu from the Buddhist monastery, watching her call and accuse her brother expressionlessly.

Gojo Satoru said sincerely, "Hui's father is really irresponsible."

Fu Heihui nodded perfunctorily, secretly thinking about you too.But he knew that speaking out would invite endless rhetorical questions.So I ignored the other person's expression of feeling good about himself, and bowed his head to eat.

What Fu Heihui had been accustomed to for a long time, caused some gaps in Wujo Wu's heart.It stands to reason that he has only been in this world for less than a month, so he shouldn't have formed a habit so quickly.

He blamed the cook's poor meal.And he is a gourmet who refuses to bow to mediocre food;

Qianliu of the Chanyuan will always leave a small lamp in the living room for him, although Liuyan doesn't need it at all... But it is always a bit concerning when it disappears suddenly.

Messages were also returned very slowly, as if someone had been imprisoned in a place without internet access. The text messages I sent took two to three hours to receive a reply, and then disappeared again.

Gojo Satoru fumbled for tiktok in the office, and felt that it was abominable that this person did not reply to messages. When he was idle and bored, he used her dialog box as a trash can, and forwarded it every time he found a good one. The message interface was bombarded with nearly a hundred messages.

Then he and Xia Youjie ate barbecue in the evening, went to bed without any complaints, woke up and found that Qianliu from the Zen Academy had sent back a hundred messages, even clicked on every video, and then made a short evaluation.

Gojo Satoru was shocked, and showed the news to his close friend: "How boring do you think she is?"

Xia Youjie was also shocked: "How boring are you? Is the job too simple? Isn't it good for Qianliu to take your affairs to heart?"

Of course, he was a little secretly happy, but Gojo Satoru didn't say anything, he maintained a disgusted expression, secretly looking forward...he didn't know what he was looking forward to.

In the early morning of the eighth day, Wujo Gojo was washing up and getting ready to go to bed, but he received a call, and the name of Qianliu of the Zen Academy flashed on the call interface.

"Hey?"

"Wu Jun..." Her voice was very steady, "Happy birthday."

"what?"

The date on the phone screen was 12:7 on December 12th.

When I came to this time and space, there was heavy snow in the sky, but in the past, the first snow would not fall in Tokyo until mid-December.He was confused by the sudden cold air, and subconsciously felt that it had entered deep winter.

She added, "Look out the window."

Gojo Satoru opened the curtains, and in the vast night, it seemed like a group of fireflies flying in gradients, shining brightly, forming Happy Birthday in gradients of pink and orange, and changing the array to spell out Satoru in blue.

After a closer look, it turned out to be hundreds of drones.On the first day, bring him a grand performance that lights up a corner of the night sky.

Qianliu's gentle voice from the Chanyuan diffused from the receiver: "I wish you good health and wish you success."

Gojo Satoru's cheeks were itchy and hot, and his mouth was still unrelenting: "Oh... it's too insincere to only wish, isn't it my gift?"

He used the excuse that I am not her future husband, this is what she should do, and tried to calm down the heartbeat that betrayed reason, completely forgetting that he was not burdened to think that the person was not me a few days ago.

Gojo Satoru squeezed the phone, nervously waiting for the other party's reply.

"Well, that's it," she said, "so here I am."

From the unclear sound of tire rubbing to the sound of the engine, the sound of the car speeding from far to near, and finally stopped steadily outside the courtyard gate - this amazing car technology is very familiar with the familiar streamlined car up.

Gojo Satoru turned around and went downstairs quickly. As soon as he opened the door, his gaze fell into a pair of green eyes.

She lifted the cake box and gift bag on her right hand, and smiled at him, "Is this sincere enough? Wu Jun."

Zenyuan Qianliu drank some wine, and his words had a fruity aroma mixed with alcohol, Gojo Satoru couldn't help but backed up half a step, as if he was afraid of being burned by her breath.

Her eyes seemed to have the magic power of catching people, and it was dangerous to look at each other. This woman, who was as beautiful as a goblin, would grab his ankles and sink into the bottomless mud.

Gojo Satoru was a little embarrassed, and forced himself to say calmly: "It's, it's okay. Have you been drinking?"

"Well, it turned out that I was negotiating a very important business with someone, so I had to drink."

She pressed her temples and closed the door behind her.

"You don't want to drink, can someone force you?"

"That's not the problem..."

Chanyuan Qianliu sighed, and gave him a bright smile: "Come and taste the cake I bought, you won't be disappointed."

Gojo Satoru was not fooled by her effective technique of changing the subject, and asked, "Is it difficult to handle after staying in Yokohama for so long?"

"It's a bit difficult. If it can be smoothed out, it will be a good thing for the entire magic world." She said simply, "It is advancing, and it has not been processed yet."

"It's really hard work."

Qianliu from the Chanyuan didn't answer, but smiled silently.

They shared the delicate four-inch cake in the living room. In order to keep fit, Qianliu of the Chanyuan ate only two bites, most of which were wiped out by Wujo Wu, and the taste was very good.

Even though he still wanted to be picky about why it was not a gift made by himself, and his intentions were not in place, but seeing the exhausted face of Qianliu in the Zen Academy, he couldn't say anything, and said something to her coyly: "Pay attention to rest. "

Before leaving the living room, he said in a very low voice, "Thank you."

Zenyuan Qianliu looked at him gently, he quickly looked away, turned and went upstairs.

About half an hour later, Gojo Satoru still couldn't sleep because of his restless heartbeat. He turned on his phone and checked the time, thinking that he might as well play games all night.

He had to do something to divert his attention, he didn't want to spend the whole night just chanting Qianliu of the Zen Academy.

In the silent night, there was a slight knock on the door.

Gojo Satoru opened a corner of the curtain, looked down and saw a familiar person, wearing a camel coat, walking west, with light and fast steps.

There is an intersection extending more than 100 meters on the west side. With his extraordinary eyesight, he recognized a black Maybach parked there with double flashing lights.

Haven't finished processing yet... so come back just to share a cake?

He has realized the sense of ritual of Qianliu in the Buddhist monastery many times during the half month of getting along, and he even thought of it as a bit of a mockery before—boring, boring, meaningless, he can only touch himself.

But it cannot be denied that he is indeed happy because of her attention at this time.

Like iced cola poured into a glass, the bubbles are bubbling and churning.