The days when I was full of question marks in Yokohama

Uchiha Wansora rarely recalls the past.

Except for that little bit of poor happiness, most of them are murderers and murderers.

In the middle of the night, she squatted on a tree branch and slept a little unsteadily.

Had a very long dream, in the dream there was a piece of white flowers, and the cold snowflakes fell on the palm of the hand, the senior asked her to watch the snow.

"The snow outside is beautiful, right?" Senior's voice came from behind.

Uchiha Wansora raised her head, and the snowflakes swirled with the cold wind and landed on the ends of her hair.

She didn't think there was anything to look at, only that the cold wind was biting like a knife.

"It's beautiful," she replied.

The senior's voice came intermittently from behind, she said: "Wan Kong, go forward and go to see the snow."

"After watching the snow, and passing through the country of snow, the flowers of the country of springs have already bloomed."

"After seeing the flowers, you can go to the sea."

"After watching the sea, let's go home."

"I gave you my eyes, you can see for me...to see..."

Uchiha Wansora's eyes turned red, "I'm sorry."

"..."

The senior had no voice, only the singing voice from nowhere, broken and scattered in the whistling wind, with the white snow all over the sky, it dyed Uchiha Wanzora's long hair white.

"The sky is gloomy, everything is silent..."

"The snow is heavy at night, and the silver moon is faint..."

"Thinking about my future, I don't know..."

……

"Bastard Dazai." Uchiha Wansora woke up from his dream, his face was covered with tears.She wiped her face with her sleeve, turned over and went down the tree to wash her face by the river.

"What kind of sushi are you talking about..." Uchiha Wanku cursed in his mouth, very angry at someone who spoke casually.

Uchiha Wansora sat where he was, getting angrier as he thought about it.

"Grass, I miss home so much."

"Pfft..." The culprit's laughter came from behind, and Uchiha Wankong glanced at the knife.

Osamu Dazai appeared near the hut at some point, covering his mouth and smiling.

Uchiha Wansora turned his head away from looking at him.

Dazai Osamu came over from behind and pressed his elbow on her shoulder, "Are you crying?"

"No."

"You have." Osamu Dazai poked her cheek, and there was still a teardrop on the long black eyelashes.

"I do not have."

What does the 14-year-old Wankong cry in the dream have anything to do with the 15-year-old Wankong?

Seeing Uchiha Wansora's expression of "I'll beat you if you say it again", Osamu Dazai shut his mouth.

This is probably out of embarrassment.

He is very afraid of pain, so he doesn't want to be beaten.

"Ninja, can you cry too?" Osamu Dazai nodded her eyelashes, and a drop of water appeared on his index finger.

He licked his fingertips, but there was no taste.

"Didn't it say that tears are salty?"

Uchiha Wansora rubbed his hair, "So it's not tears! It's just my face wash."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Uchiha Wansora: "But why are you still hanging around here in the middle of the night?"

Osamu Dazai cried and said, "I just got off work."

"Oh." Uchiha Wansora nodded, "No salary?"

"No!" Dazai Osamu puffed up his cheeks, angrily like a little puffer fish.

Uchiha Wansora said: "Who is the boss? I'll go find him. You said I'd never take off my arms. If I get the salary, just give me a little commission."

Uchiha Wansora gestured with his fingers a distance the size of a fingernail.

"That being said, when you actually see him, maybe you won't make a move." Osamu Dazai sat down with his back to Uchiha Wanzora, and the two were back to back.

"It's hard to say." Uchiha Wansora said: "No matter what time the ninja will put the task first."

"But now Sora is a retired ninja." Osamu Dazai stretched his waist, and fell backwards, almost crushing Uchiha Wanzo.

"Retired ninjas no longer need to kill people to make a living, so they have the right to choose?"

"Although this is the truth, why am I so upset when the words come out of your mouth?"

Osamu Dazai babbled lazily: "Maybe this is love."

"..." Uchiha Wanzo pouted his chin, with a black-haired rabbit on his back that used himself as a backrest, and fell into deep thought.

"No, I don't think I love you." Uchiha Wansora said seriously after thinking.

"Ah, I'm so sad." Dazai Osamu held his heart together, "I obviously like Kong-chan so much!"

Uchiha Wansora frowned slightly, and pursed his lips, "Then I can too..." Try to like you.

Before he finished speaking, Osamu Dazai stretched out his voice.

"I lied to you~"

Just after Osamu Dazai finished speaking, he ran away like a black rabbit, fearing that Uchiha Wankong would jump up and beat him up.

Uchiha Wansora: "..."

really.

Watching Uchiha Wansora rubbing the center of his eyebrows, Osamu Dazai approached tentatively and asked, "What about Sora?"

Uchiha Wansora looked at this guy helplessly, and sighed, "It's nothing."

"I see! Did Kongjiang believe it again just now?"

Uchiha Wansora gave up on himself, "You can think what you want, as long as you are happy."

As the night wind blew, Uchiha Wanzo gathered the clothes on his body, glanced at the red and purple sky, and said casually: "It may rain tomorrow, it's a bit cold, remember to wrap two more layers of bandages."

"The boss doesn't pay wages and has no money to buy bandages."

Uchiha Wansora glanced at him, touched his ankle, took out a roll of bandage from the seal on the ankle and threw it over.

Osamu Dazai stared at Uchiha Wanzora's ankles with bright eyes.

Uchiha Wansora responded indifferently: "Don't look at me, there is no result."

Dazai Osamu and Uchiha Wansora chatted like this for a whole night, most of which were unnutritious idle words, and the two of them didn't speak at the end.

I silently watched the sky brighten up little by little, and saw the orange-red light sprinkled on the water, and a yacht slid across the water, walking from the upper reaches of the river, leaving a long water mark.

Osamu Dazai rested his head on the shoulder of the person beside him, "Sunrise."

"Ah."

"It feels good."

"Yes."

"Would you like to continue watching tomorrow?"

"it is good."

Osamu Dazai rubbed his head against Uchiha Wansora's ear, "Oh, I thought Miss Wansora would slap my head away."

Uchiha Wansora raised his eyebrows, "Why did you hit you flying?"

"Because I rely on you!"

"...What's the matter..."

"Aren't you afraid that I'll assassinate you? Pa——" Osamu Dazai made a gesture of inserting a knife with his bare hands.

Uchiha Wansora turned his head to look at him, his black eyes were deep, the corners of his mouth curled up, he sneered, and turned his head to look at the sunrise again.

Osamu Dazai dissatisfied: "Hey, what do you mean by laughing?"

"Means nothing."

"What do you mean by nothing?"

Uchiha Wanzo pouted his chin, and his fluffy black hair was dyed with a layer of silver light, which dazzled the eyes.

"I still give this little trust."

"If no one can be trusted, I might as well smash my head against a tree and die."

Uchiha thought about it late, and felt that such a world was simply terrifying.

Osamu Dazai looked at her sideways, he could even see the little fluff on her face and a little red mole on the tip of her eyebrows, her eyes were bright, I don't know if it was the light from her eyes or the light from the sun.

"That's it...I see."

·

Uchiha Wansora has nothing to do today, and Miss Zhi invited craftsmen to the store to measure the size and prepare to remake the cabinet.

She went to Radium Bowl Street.

Walking on the street, from time to time, you can meet some people with blue leather straps on their right hands, and those are all members of the sheep.

The members of the sheep have increased.

Uchiha Wansora calculated in his heart that there were nearly one-third more people than before.But the food sent out by Miss Management has decreased.

Then it is only possible that the sheep tissue has more other sources of life.

But what does this have to do with her?

Her destination today is an abandoned bookstore.

In Rabo Street, books have become one of the most useless things, so the contents inside are still intact, only some photo magazines and comics on the magazine racks have been emptied.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, Uchiha Wansora looked at a red-haired young man bent over to look for a book.

Uchiha Wansora blinked, nodded to him to show his friendliness, and searched for Miki's "Four Words and Miscellaneous Characters" on the bookshelf.

This book was recommended by Xiaomi yesterday.

After reading a lot of books recommended by Xiaomi, Uchiha Wansora still believed in the taste of this cat, and felt that there was nothing strange about believing in a cat.

"Where is "Four Words and Miscellaneous Characters"?" Uchiha Wansora looked around in the store, but he couldn't find it, so he had to go back to find a book called "Light and Darkness" written by Natsume Soseki. "The novel.

"Light and Darkness" was also recommended by Xiaomi. Uchiha Wansora finished watching it, stared for a while at the torn endings of the last few pictures, and chased Xiaomi decisively for a long time to calm her down.

She wasn't very interested in the ending, but was aggrieved for a while because she couldn't see the complete ending of the story.But the book is a good book, if it is used to enlighten Meiji, it should not be said that it is teaching bad children.

She remembered that the book was on the back shelf, and she put it there by herself.

When Uchiha Wansora was about to take out the book, the book was held down by another person.

She and the red-haired young man looked at each other, both of them pressed their hands on the book, and neither would let the other.

The red-haired young man scratched his hair, "I've been looking for this book for a long time, can you give it to me?"

Uchiha Wansora replied: "No."

"Ah...but..." The red-haired youth jumped back before he finished speaking.Uchiha Wansora kicked in vain, already holding the book in his hand, and leaned back, avoiding the hand of the red-haired youth snatching the book.

The two moved their hands in the narrow aisle, the movement range was not large, but the moves were sharp and deadly.The strong wind from the fists and feet made the bookshelves rustle.

Uchiha Wansora discovered that this young man seemed to be able to predict his actions in advance, so I will predict your predictions.

"Light and Darkness" was thrown into the air, and the pages of the book flew.

Oda Sakunosuke withdrew the hand that wanted to snatch the book abruptly, turning it into a block.At this time, Uchiha Wankong withdrew his punching hand, and hit the young man's abdomen directly with a knee strike.

The young man stretched out his hand to touch Uchiha Wanzo's knee, only to feel that his arm was numb.

"It's slow."

As soon as the words fell, the red-haired young man took two steps back while covering his cheeks.

Uchiha Wanzo withdrew his punching hand.

"Sure enough." Uchiha Wansora twitched his lips.

There are so many strange abilities in this world, it is not a big deal for someone to predict the future.

However, the future is never set in stone.

"Come again." The red-haired young man raised his head, his eyes sparkled. This was the first time he had met such a powerful opponent.

Uchiha Wansora pointed to the open space outside the bookstore, walked out first, bent down and put the book on the ground.

A silent agreement, whoever wins can take the book away.

The battlefield changed from inside the store to outside the store, and the two no longer held hands and feet, and the fight was even more intense this time.

Halfway through the beating, the young man suddenly had a painful expression, hugged his head and knelt down on the ground.

Uchiha Wansora forcibly changed the direction of his legs and kicked the flower bed behind the young man.The stone flower bed was kicked and shattered, and Uchiha Wanzo was also split.

"...Are you alright?" Uchiha Wansora retracted his legs, squatted in front of the young man, and asked cautiously.

The red-haired youth's voice trembled, as if he was enduring great pain.

"Headache."

Uchiha Wansora hurriedly took two steps back.

The sky can see, she didn't hit this person on the head just now, and she didn't open Sharingan.

Could this be Porcelain?