The days when I was full of question marks in Yokohama

In the end, everything was collected by Uchiha Wansora, and he ordered Osamu Dazai not to touch her seal.

Uchiha Wansora threatened: "If you touch my seal again, I will strip you naked and paint it on a honey bundle tree, and let honey and mice eat the soles of your feet!"

"Huh? Kong-chan actually wanted to strip me naked." Osamu Dazai held his face in surprise, "I'm a little shy."

Uchiha Wansora emphasized: "The focus is on the soles of the feet rather than stripping them naked!"

Osamu Dazai nodded with a face of understanding, "I understand, I understand."

Uchiha Wanzo held his breath, you know?You know shit.

"By the way, I saw a set of hanging armor in Sora's clothes just now, and it seems to be written on it is a letter from Uchiha?" Osamu Dazai asked, "Who is that Sora?"

"That's mine, I don't know Shin Uchiha, but he is my clan."

"Hey?!"

Uchiha Wansora squatted by the river to re-wash her hair, and Miki poured water on her head with a small cup.

Uchiha Wansora closed his eyes, and explained casually: "At that time, the Uchiha family's battle line was tight, and there was not enough supplies. Many armors were taken from the dead clansmen."

In addition to the armor on their bodies, the eyes were also taken off.

The body was burned on the spot.

All things were redistributed, the hanging armor was distributed to the next batch of ninjas going to the battlefield, and the eyes were replaced to the blind clansmen.

There is nothing left for the family except a news of death.

"Cruel world~" Osamu Dazai clearly remembered that the armor was not big, suitable for the figure of a seven or eight-year-old child.

Ninja has always been a profession that can kill with a knife.

Osamu Dazai poked his chin and asked, "In that world, Sora must have lived in pain, right?"

"Who told you that?"

"Is not it?"

"Not at all~" Uchiha Wansora smiled softly, "On the contrary, I am very fortunate to have survived in that world."

Because of the pain, that little joy will be infinitely magnified.

Even if countless companions put pigeons on them, agreed to eat takoyaki together, set off fireworks together, and fish for goldfish together, they failed to return as promised.

The little bit of happiness at the time of the appointment is enough to reminisce for a long time.

They once walked side by side, and although some people dispersed as they walked, the journey they walked together was real, and they also saw the same sunset together.

"I don't understand." Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes, he couldn't empathize with Uchiha Wanzora's emotions.

He also couldn't understand Miki's smile, Koya's trouble, Miss Zhi's kindness, and Mori Ogai's liking.

It's like a lonely person sitting in the corner of the world, surrounded by all kinds of bustle, he can only feel at a loss in the bustle and feel out of place.

There is only one point of intersection between him and the world, and that is death.

It's something they'll all have.

"Of course Dazai won't understand." Uchiha Wansora wiped his hair with a towel in one hand, and brushed Dazai Osamu's thick black hair like seaweed with the other.

"After all, Dazai has his own unique way to go."

"Is it unique..."

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Ms. Governance held Mr. Suzuki's hand and greeted people from all walks of life in Yokohama with a smile on her face.A blue jewel glistened on her neck.

"If you're tired from management, go to the lounge and take a rest." Mr. Suzuki said gently.

Miss Zhi stuck out her tongue at him, as happy as a naughty little girl who can finally skip class to play. "Then I'm leaving~ Uncle, drink less."

Before leaving, she also told Mr. Suzuki's assistant to help keep the wine out.

She remembered that Uncle Suzuki's liver was not good and he couldn't drink too much.

When passing by the place where desserts were placed, she quietly took two extra yuan while the people around her were not paying attention.

She remembered that Uchiha Wansora liked to eat matcha mousse cakes very much. It happened that this hotel had the best pastry chef in Yokohama. If Wansora could eat such desserts, he would be very happy.

In the corridor leading to the lounge, she heard someone coughing from a distance.

That kind of heart-piercing cough seemed to cough up all the lungs, and Miss Zhi couldn't bear it just listening to it.

She asked the waiter for a glass of honey water, and approached the coughing old man.

"Old sir, it would be better to drink some water."

The old man stretched out his trembling hand and touched the cup. His aging face revealed a sense of twilight, and his gloomy eyes fell on Miss Zhi's neck.

"Ahem..." The old man coughed and couldn't hold the cup, and almost dropped it from his hand, but his eyes were wide open, fixed on the gem.

Miss Zhi helped the old man drink the water and then left, thinking about how much time he had before he could leave the banquet.

"Boss." The man in a black suit came anxiously from the other end of the corridor, holding water, "Why did you come out of the room?"

The old man turned a deaf ear to the words of his subordinates, pointed his withered fingers at a slender figure, and his hoarse and deep voice was like a candle in the wind.

"Gem...I want her...Gem."

"The most beautiful... jewel."

The subordinate raised his head and saw a young, beautiful, and good-looking woman. He cursed the old man in his heart, but he still agreed.