The three-dimensional me is incompatible with the paper people

【"It's really strange, why is there a tree here." Bao Jiasha circled around the tree.

"Besides, this tree hole looks as tall as my father." She touched the trunk and said.

Mundu stared at the trunk, hesitated for a long time, and said, "Then, what should I do?"

"Of course I go in and have a look!" After Bao Jiasha finished speaking, she dragged Mengdu to enter the tree hole.

"Hmm! Now? Inside, it's so dark inside!"

"Idiot! Don't cry!"

Baojiasha didn't give Mengdu a chance to escape, took his hand, raised his legs and entered the tree hole.

Mengdu closed his eyes in fear, not daring to look at the scenery inside the tree hole.

Just the next second, he felt that Bao Jiasha let go of his hand.

"Bao, Baojiasha? What's the matter? You, where are you?" Mengdu closed his eyes tightly, and horror kept flooding his brain.

It's so quiet, it's so quiet here!Why did Baojiasha let go of his hand?so afraid!

"Stupid Mundu! Why are you crying! Quickly open your eyes and take a look here!" Bao Jiasha scolded.

Mundu subconsciously opened his eyes.

When the scenery in front of him came into view, Mundu was amazed.

The colorful flowers are like small lanterns hanging on the tree trunk, and the green vines are like the hands of elves.The sweet taste drilled into the nasal cavity and stimulated the whole taste buds.

"What a beautiful flower!" Mundu exclaimed in surprise.

Baojiasha didn't pay attention to Mengdu anymore, but picked up a wooden comb and began to use the mirror on one side to comb her hair.

What a nice tree hole.If she had known that there was something left by her mother hidden in the tree hole, she would have come here quickly. 】

……

Zenyuan Naoya hasn't been here since that time, presumably Gojo Satoru made the beating.

Because he came to die once, Gojo Satoru also caught the clues, and once again conducted a deep cleansing of the magic world, catching some rotten oranges that still had resistance and tricks behind the scenes.

Xia Youjie would occasionally come to Wanxiangtang to talk to Qingque about things there.Even with Fuhesher, he couldn't feel relieved.

Qing Que believes that Xia Youjie is probably so sensitive because the assassination last year left him with too much psychological shadow.

But these are high-sensitivity times.After determining how much impact his death would have on Yokohama, Qingque became more cautious, and the gun presented by Oda became an indispensable item for Qingque when going out.

Such days lasted until early summer in Yokohama.

In mid-June, Qingque received an invitation letter from Tokyo.

Mostly a workshop for some writers.One year ago, Qingque was not eligible to participate.It's just that it's not as good as it used to be. Since "Morning, Noon, Night" came out, no one can deny Qingque's literary and ideological achievements.

"The invitation letter says you can bring one person with you, so why not go with me, Xiaozhi?" Qing Que asked.

The Wanxiang Hall at noon was very hot, the scorching heat scorched the surrounding air, and even the space was melted.

In such a hot weather, no one is willing to step out of the door, so there are almost no customers in the store.

Since Zhongya joined the Armed Detective Agency, he has moved into the staff dormitory of the detective agency, and he only comes here every night after get off work.And Tsumiji is in high school in Tokyo.

For now, the bookstore is rare and quiet.

Oda plugged in the electricity to the refrigerator, and he was relieved to see the refrigerator finally make a "clang, clang, clang" sound.

After hearing Qingque's question, Oda thought for a while and nodded.

"Then let's go with the teacher." Oda said.

Some time ago, his thoughts were stuck.Ever since Qingque proposed to let him take a rest, he got out of control and thoroughly implemented the moral cultivation of being a Gu Gu Jing, and he never returned on the way of Gu Gu.

Even if Fujita was crying and screaming, and almost ran to his door and hanged himself, Oda was unmoved.In his words, "If you force yourself to write down what you don't have, there will always be something missing."

These words sound very familiar, and Qingque, who was present at the time, pondered for a full minute before remembering that she seemed to have said similar words to Oda before.

At that time, Qingque felt a subtle guilt about her identity as a teacher.

All in all, Fujita left Wanxiangtang in a daze.

After discussing the date of going to Tokyo, the popsicles that the two of them had frozen in the refrigerator were finally ready.

"It's really rare, we also have a refrigerator." Qingque looked at the refrigerator and sighed.

"Yeah." Oda took the popsicle out of the mold.

Yokohama became more and more stable, and the economy naturally began to develop rapidly.Especially Raibo Street, which is under the care of Qingque, the originally desolate street now has decent buildings.

This refrigerator was sent by Tomohisa Yamashita.

Even in Tokyo, the size of mobile phones is getting smaller and smaller.And Yokohama has just begun to have refrigerators.

"It's orange-flavored, pretty good." Qingque took a bite of the ice cube.

Oda bit a milk-flavored popsicle, took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

There were no guests today, so the two simply decided to take a good rest for a day.

He took out two basins, filled them with ice cubes, and poured some water.

When she came out, Qing Que had already pulled up her trouser legs, moved a small bench and sat down.

The cold water caresses the skin and separates the hot temperature in the air, which only makes people sigh from the bottom of their hearts.

"Teacher, eating too many popsicles is not good for your health." Oda reminded Qingque.

Qing Que had just finished one popsicle and was still stuffing the second popsicle into her mouth.After hearing Oda's reminder, Qingque waved her hand indifferently, "I haven't eaten it before, so it's okay to indulge yourself once in a while."

The girl who said this bit off another third of the ice cream in one bite.

The continuous coolness rushed to the cerebral cortex, and Qingque couldn't help shivering, "It's really cool."

"Ah, indeed."

Oda stared at Qingque biting the ice cream, and suddenly took out a pen and paper.

"Is Xiaozhi planning to write a diary?"

"Well. When you get along with the teacher, you can always find some cute things that the teacher doesn't know, so I can't help but record them."

"... Xiaozhi always makes me feel embarrassed."

"Have it?"

When Qingque finished eating the third popsicle, Nakajima Atsushi came back.

"Dun Dun came back just right, and there is only one left!" Qing Que put the popsicle in her hand as if she was showing magic, "It's milk flavored, it goes well with Dun Dun!"

Atsushi Nakajima took the popsicle in surprise, "Thank you, Sister Bird!"

Oda put aside the bag that the boy had unloaded, "Thanks for your hard work."

"No, it's not hard work!"

"All in all, in order to celebrate Dundun's completion of the first delivery mission, let's celebrate tonight!" Qingque said.

Atsushi Nakajima looked at Qing Que who was already looking forward to it, endured it and decided to speak out.

"Sister Que just wants to find a chance to play."

"Oh, I was discovered." Qingque admitted.

"...Sister Que is getting more and more lively."

Despite all the complaints, a few people decided to go out for a meal that night.

On the way back, Qing Que stopped by Chinatown to pick up the previously customized brooch.

Several people returned to Wanxiang Hall.

After Oda packed up the things in the store, he left with his latest diary.

"Dun Dun, you've worked hard today." Qingque said to Nakajima Dun, "I'll have a good dream tonight too."

After saying goodnight to Atsushi Nakajima, Qingque took the ribbons and boxes for packing from the warehouse and entered the bedroom.

The bedroom was very quiet, and when the window was opened, only the dimly lit street lamps could be seen.

Qingque put the brooch into the box and tied it with a ribbon.

Qingque had been choosing the color of the ribbon for a long time, and finally asked Gojo Satoru to buy it from Tokyo.

The blue sea wave pattern is very close to the color of Zhongye's eyes.

"Crack!"

After the small sound, Qing Que felt a tingling pain from her neck.

The man's body covered her, and through the light of the desk lamp, Qingque saw the shadow projected in front of her.

"Mr. Verlaine, if you wanted to kill me, you wouldn't stay until now." Qing Que said to the shadow on the wall.

The dagger in front of the neck paused for a moment, then left.

"Teacher Yamanori, I have admired you for a long time." The man said.

Qingque turned her head, "I have long admired you, Mr. Verlaine."

The blond-haired, handsome man put away his dagger.His quiet eyes scanned the decoration of the bedroom, and finally settled on the bookcase.

"When I first came to Yokohama, I heard the name Yamatori. I was very curious about what kind of person could become Chuya's teacher." Verlaine said.

"Then, Mr. Verlaine can tell when we meet today?" Qing Que said with a light smile.

However, her back was tense, staring at Verlaine and not daring to act rashly.

This is Verlaine, the best friend that Lantang has been waiting for.

Even if Verlaine didn't simply wipe her neck just now, Qing Que didn't dare to relax.She knew very well that the reason why she didn't die immediately was because of her identity as Chuya's teacher.

Verlaine was silent.

He took down "Sakura" from the bookcase and opened it.

"Excuse me, can I read?"

"It's my honor, I hope Mr. Verlaine likes it." Qing Que smiled at him.

Verlaine raised his head slightly, came to the side of the desk, and began to read seriously.

His posture is very relaxed, and he is not worried about Qingque's behavior of asking for help.

Since he was able to slip past so many people and sneak into the Wanxiang Hall without anyone noticing, he naturally has the ability to kill Qingque before she calls for help.

Qingque knew that as long as she made a slight noise to disturb others, she would lose her voice in the next second.

Taking a deep breath, Qingque turned around and took out the paper and pen.

"what are you writing?"

"A letter to Zhongye."

"A letter to Chuya?"

"Yeah." Qingque nodded and wrote on the letter paper, "This is the gift he deserves."

"Is that so..." Verlaine withdrew his gaze.

He turned his attention back to the book.

After Qingque finished writing the letter, she took out the envelope and wax pellets.Fold it, put it in, and then take out the seal that belongs to Chuya and cover it.

After packing up the presents, Qing Que saw that Verlaine was still reading, so he turned up the light of the lamp.

"Need some tea?" Qingque asked.

Verlaine raised his eyes, "It's troublesome."

Qingque nodded, stood up, and left the bedroom.

Coming to the small tea room, Qing Que packed up the utensils and tea leaves for making tea, and went back to the bedroom.

"It came suddenly, so I didn't prepare refreshments. However, after having tea, it can also relieve the fatigue of running around."

After brewing a pot of hot tea, Verlaine happened to finish watching "Sakura".

"Please use." Qingque pushed the teacup to Verlaine.

"Thank you very much."

A man's manner is elegant, even in such a dark bedroom, it will make people feel pleasing to the eye.

The golden hair seems to be integrated into the light, making his complexion softer.

While drinking a cup of tea, Qingque didn't make any sound, just sat quietly beside him.

"Moba, what is the definition of a human being?" he asked.

Hearing this, Qingque suddenly sighed.

"Do you want to hear my answer, or the answer you want? There are too many, and everyone's definition of 'person' is different. If you define it with the most orthodox theory, then no matter who cognitive bias."

"Mr. Verlaine, everyone needs to find the answer by themselves. This book is nothing more than a tool I provide to the world to find the answer. And this effect varies from person to person."

"..." Verlaine fell silent again.

He stood up, closed the book, and finally put it back on the shelf.

"It's so annoying, I look forward to seeing you next time."

"Me too, looking forward to the next meeting."

he left.

Qing Que suddenly felt a little cold in his chest, and lowered his head, it turned out that the blood on his neck had penetrated the front of his chest.

After being helpless, Qing Que could only put the tea set aside first, and got up to prepare for the wound.

As soon as he went downstairs, the door of the bookstore was opened with great force.

The pale boy stood at the door, and after seeing Qingque, he quickly ran to her side.

"Ah Zhi? It's already so late." Qing Que smiled subconsciously.

The corner of the boy's mouth moved.

His eyes were very strange, as if he was looking at Qing Que carefully, observing who Qing Que was.

"Azhi, don't worry, I'm fine." Qingque reached out and held his face, "I'm still here, don't worry."

The boy finally came back to his senses, and after confirming that the person in front of him was real, he calmed down.

"Ah Quay, let's die for love next time." He said softly.

"What?" Qingque was startled.

Dazai took off his hand on his cheek and wrapped it in his palm, "I mean, I almost died in love with Ah Que."

Little by little, his gaze focused on the slit in Qingque's neck.

Qingque felt that Osamu Dazai still had something to say.

Just as he was about to ask, Osamu Dazai dragged him into the warehouse.

He took out the medicine box and found a small bench for her to sit on.Then I went to fetch a basin of warm water.

"It's not serious, it just looks a little scary." Qing Que said to him.

"Ah."

"...Azhi, what does it mean to die for love?"

"Does Azai care?" Dazai asked as he tied the bandage for her.

Facing the young man's eyes, Qing Que suddenly found something that slowly changed.

No, it hasn't changed.Instead, she finally noticed it.

Involuntarily, Qingque felt at a loss.

Is it wrong?No, of course not.How can there be a difference between right and wrong?

It's just that I don't know how to face it.

Qingque has never faced such a situation, neither before or after time-traveling.

Unlike the enthusiasm of readers, it is more delicate, soft and subtle.

It was like a breeze blowing past the ears, inadvertently blowing the hair on the sideburns.When you realize it, you are already surrounded by the wind.

It was very quiet all around, only the breathing of the two could be heard.

Osamu Dazai suddenly showed her the same smile as usual.

She is still so adorable, like a little milk cat acting like a baby in the arms of its owner.Those smiling eyes are like irises.

"Ah Queh, it's getting late, pay attention to rest."

In the end, it was Osamu Dazai who chose to take a step back.