After writing the book, all of Yokohama wanted to hunt me down

Those insignificant desires, even if they are magnified to the extreme, will get nothing but small happiness.

But you never had even that little bit of happiness.

As if following a route called "fate", Shibusawa Tatsuhiko stepped into the train after the door opened automatically.

The air in the train was cold and damp, as if it had come from the previous world, and the light in the carriage was extremely dim.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, who has excellent night vision ability, after being exposed to the air inside the train, his pupils dilated like nocturnal creatures, presenting a beast-like danger.

The interior of the carriage was extremely silent, without any figure. He seemed to be walking on the road to the land of the underworld, as if he was going to bring back the god who had fallen into the darkness.

He went straight to the deep compartment.

It was also because he put all his attention on the inside of the train that he ignored the doors that were still open.

After his figure was swallowed by the deeper carriage, another person on the platform raised his face from the bench.

When Shibusawa Tatsuhiko appeared on the platform, he was mixed among the still crowd, holding an open newspaper in his hand, and lowered his head slightly, as if he had already integrated into their world.

Only when he moves, does he show the characteristics that distinguish him from the crowd around him.

The thin young man was wearing a black felt hat, as if he was extremely afraid of the cold, and he was also wearing a short cape of the same color.

His skin revealed an unhealthy morbid pallor, and a few strands of black hair leaked from the felt hat, hanging loosely at his temples.

The young man has a pair of violet eyes.

His eyes were fixed on the door of the train, and he slowly folded the newspaper in his hand and put it into the pocket under his cloak.

He saw a young man with auburn hair hurrying towards the train.

His slightly disheveled hair from running was wet with sweat and stuck to his skin. He panted heavily, and after realizing that he had caught up with the train, he stood on his knees at the door for a few minutes.

The red-haired young man reached out and touched his windbreaker - he was wearing a sand-colored windbreaker with pockets.

There is a palm-sized notebook and a pen in the pocket.

A name was written on the first page of the book, which was the young man's name—Oda Sakunosuke.

It was a gift from one of his friends.

Oda Sakunosuke still remembered what she said when she gave this book to him.

"Go and write something, Mr. Oda." The woman who spoke had gentle pink-purple hair, "People have a lot of things they want to say in their hearts, but those who really have the courage to say them are only a little bit... ..."

"Writing is far easier than speaking, because at the moment of writing, even the person who wrote these words will not know how many people will see these words. This is a very amazing thing."

She asked Oda Sakunosuke to extend his hand, and the red-haired young man raised his hand with a dull expression.

She laughed suddenly, and turned the palm of the assistant Oda Sakuyuki's back facing up.

Immediately afterwards, something was placed in the palm of Oda Sakunosuke.

A palm-sized notebook and a pen.

"How about returning this notebook to me when Mr. Oda finishes writing it? In exchange..." She took out another small notebook that was almost exactly the same from nowhere, "When I finish writing this notebook, I will also give it to Oda-san."

"This is……"

Her words came to Oda Sakunosuke's mind, "This is... our agreement."

He muttered to himself unconsciously, pressing the book in his pocket tightly with his palm.

But today, he wanted to catch this train, but not to fulfill this promise.

Because... "she" is dead.

Just a few days ago, Oda Sakunosuke heard the news of her death.

"Where will it be buried?" The young man with a white bandage on his body patted his head in distress, "Ah, he will probably be buried in Aomori."

"Because she said that it gave her a kind of ... "home" feeling."

After hearing this, Oda Sakunosuke was silent for a long time.

He is going to her funeral.

Oda Sakunosuke stepped on this train.

The Russian who stood not far away and watched the red-haired youth quietly narrowed his eyes.

"It was such a pleasure..."

A low laugh came from the mouth of the black-haired Russian youth, the corners of his lips raised, and he closed his eyes gently, as if he wanted to feel something.

After the sound of the train whistle, he finally lifted his feet and walked towards the door that was about to close.

In the quiet air of the platform, his low whisper floated——

As if asking someone.

Fyodor asked, "Would this be...the world you want?"

When Yuan Xuan woke up, there was no one around her.

The carriage was very empty and surprisingly quiet, the outside of the window was covered by the dark night, which made Yuan Xuan unable to see half of the scene outside.

She is very afraid of dark places.

This made her feel terrified in the warm and secure position at dusk, she moved her body and sat herself near the aisle.

The place where Shibusawa Tatsuhiko was originally sitting.

There is no warmth in this seat, and there is nothing left of his previous owner.

The air in the compartment was permeated with a slight chill.

Yuan Xuan pursed her lips tightly, and boldly looked around where her eyes could reach, but she couldn't find any passenger other than her in her line of sight.

So she raised her face, and the light on the roof of the carriage fell dimly, like a memory taken from old old photos.

Anxiety gradually expanded in her heart, and she tried to call Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's name.

Her echo could even be heard in the carriage.

This made Yuan Xuan even more frightened. She curled up, buried her head in the back of the chair, and prayed in her heart that Shibusawa Ryuhiko would come back soon.

I don't know how long it has passed, her heart was beating thumping, and the noise filled her own ears.

But amidst the noise, she suddenly heard footsteps.It was the sound of hard heels hitting the ground.

Subconsciously thinking that Shibusawa Tatsuhiko had returned, Yuan Xuan raised her face, she heard footsteps getting closer, and under the dim light, a blurry figure gradually appeared in front of her.

--saved.

Such an idea was born in Yuan Xuan's heart.

She stood up abruptly, unable to bear being alone in this silent and dark space any longer, and slammed straight into the opponent's arms.

"I'm so scared……"

Under extreme fear, Yuan Xuan hoped that someone could talk to her.It's okay even if there is no response, as long as you can listen to her.

She was too afraid of being left alone.

This feeling was different from when she stayed at home and waited for Tatsuhiko Shibusawa. At that time, she knew that the other party would come back no matter what, because it was their common "home".

But it's different here.

When she woke up alone and realized that Shibusawa Tatsuhiko was not by her side, she suddenly felt "abandoned".

This is far scarier than anything.

She hugged the other party's waist tightly, almost crying and said to him, "...don't leave me here alone."

The body being held by her has been tensing all the muscles since she threw it into her arms.

After a while, Yuan Xuan finally realized the strangeness.

This is somewhat different from Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's breath.

And...the other party doesn't have long snow-white hair.

She froze for a moment, then raised her face a little stiffly, and what imprinted in her eyes was a pair of blue eyes.

Beautiful and airy, it's easy to think of things like the afternoon sun or the sparkling sea.

Yuan Xuan remembered these eyes.

Not long ago, at the scene of her first signing event, there was also a teenager with blue eyes who brought her back to her.

In that book, Yuan Xuan wrote down his blessings.

I wish Wu Yun prosperity and prosperity in the Central Plains.

This is the boy's name.

Although he only met once, at that time Yuan Xuan could see that his slightly immature face was still dazed and helpless, it was a face belonging to a teenager.

Even younger than Yuan Xuan's age.

But the person standing in front of her now seemed...much more mature than her.

"you……"

After realizing that she had admitted the wrong person, Yuan Xuan let go of the other person, and she looked at the other person with some embarrassment.

"Sorry, I……"

She wanted to tell Zhongyuan Zhongya that she had identified the wrong person, and to ease the slightly weird atmosphere at the moment through such an explanation, but before she finished speaking, Zhongyuan Zhongye interrupted her.

"There's nothing to be sorry about."

He stared deeply at Yuan Xuan, as if he wanted to tell her something very important, "You don't have to feel sorry."

This attitude made Yuan Xuan feel strange.

She noticed that Nakahara Chuya's expression was unspeakably complicated, as if he had to think many times before he could speak a word, and even pulling his vocal cords took all the strength in his body.

The person standing in front of her now was enduring pain that no one could understand.

Suddenly such a thought arose in Yuan Xuan's heart.

She heard the other person say, "You've done, well enough... you won't do better..."

Zhong Yuan Zhong also called her, "Xuan."