The lover that gravity makes is wrong

For Nakahara Chuya, in this world, there are very few people or things that he needs to use scheming to get his hands on.

But fortunately and unfortunately, she still showed up.

*****

The agreed time was six o'clock in the evening. When the third son arrived, he saw the red-haired figure at the entrance of the Yokohama Planetarium from a distance.

Perhaps because of the location of the appointment, Zhong Yuan didn't wear the usual work suit, but changed into a more refreshing everyday dress.

The only thing that remains the same is probably the ten-thousand-year-old hat on his head and the black collar around his neck.

The young man was leaning sideways on the stone pillar outside the planetarium, his handsome and sharp side face and brown hair were conspicuous in the crowd.

As if sensing something, the red-haired boy suddenly stood up straight and looked around.

Looking up, his cobalt blue eyes looked over the passing crowd, looking exactly in the direction of the red-haired ghost.

Unable to tell what kind of thought it was, at the moment when he was about to meet Nakahara Nakaya's eyes, Sanzi's footsteps suddenly stopped as if rusty.

When she came back to her senses, she squatted down and hid behind the bushes in a nearby park.

However, the shrubs beside the road were too short, and the small half of a red-haired girl's head and dull hair were still exposed.

At first glance, it looks like an apple suddenly growing out of a row of green bushes.

The fruit stalk is still wine red, soft and swaying in the wind.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

... that idiot.

Nakahara also held his forehead while laughing.

Just as he was seriously considering whether to pull out an 'apple' directly by the root in the past, or leave a little buffer for the shy lover, the brown-haired boy's eyes suddenly narrowed, and the smile on his face slowly disappeared. .

A familiar blond young man walked towards the third son.

This man, if he remembers correctly...

Zhong Yuanzhong also narrowed his eyes dangerously.

Meanwhile, behind the bushes in the park

The third son squatted with his back facing the direction of the planetarium.

She covered her face with her hands with her heart beating fast, her cheeks were blushing, and she looked distraught and flustered.

Wait a minute, why is she hiding all of a sudden?

Doesn't this look suspicious!

Don't, don't panic, Sanzi!All in all, let's observe first!

The red-haired girl who had completely forgotten that she was on a date clenched her fists and was about to poke her head out quietly when a figure appeared behind her, bent down and patted the third son on the shoulder,

"What are you doing, Executor."

"!!"

The third son who confessed his guilty conscience was so frightened that his pupils trembled on the spot, and his whole body shook like a cat's fur, and the stupid hair on the top of his head split into two.

The third son held his breath, and turned his head suddenly with the momentum of breaking his own neck!

After staring at the visitor for two seconds, he exaggeratedly let out a sigh of relief,

"Great, so it's a little bird..."

Um?So, great?

Could it be the implication of these words?

The blond demon from EU Hell froze for a moment, suddenly clenched a fist with one hand and put it next to his mouth, coughed, and tried to tighten his face to suppress the curvature of his mouth,

"Oh, oh! So you're so happy to see me, Executive Officer."

"Hmph, but it's a pity, my uncle just came to hand over the Russian deceased out of work, work, and take a look at the damage in Yokohama. He definitely didn't come here specifically to find you. Don't get me wrong."

While Mammon was talking, she still didn't forget to emphasize some words, but she couldn't help but glance at the third son's reaction out of the corner of her eyes.

Russian dead?

Wasn't that 'fantuan' extradited back a long time ago?

The third child blinked suspiciously, but out of consideration for the friendly communication between the two hells, she decided not to expose a demon's lame excuse for fishing.

"It turned out to be a drop-in inspection. From Hell to Yokohama, the present world, and then to EU Hell, your journey was quite tortuous."

"Hey, you don't need to care about this little detail."

Mamen glanced at Sanzi, and after pausing for a few seconds on the girl's face, she hurriedly moved away as if thinking about it, and said reluctantly,

"You haven't answered me yet, what are you squatting for? Of course, if it's because you're not feeling well, it's not that I can't give you a ride."

"Ah, you don't need to bother Your Excellency Mammon with this."

The third son waved his hand, revealing seven parts dignified and three parts sharp eyes,

"I'm physically fine, I'm just making some necessary mental preparations here."

"No problem?"

The blond demon whose name was called suddenly looked at the third son strangely, showing the eyes of the patient,

"Your body is fine, are you sure there is nothing wrong with your brain?"

What's with this weird honorific?

However, the third son ignored the blonde demon, as if to cheer herself up, she slapped her face hard with both hands,

"Yosh! I fucked!"

The red-haired girl stood up with her fists clenched, as if rushing to the battlefield immediately.

What's on?

Mamen looked at the third son inexplicably, and his scrutinizing eyes paused slightly after seeing the girl's meticulous attire.

As if he understood something, his golden vertical pupils quickly scanned the surrounding area, and soon stopped in the direction behind the third son.

Not far from where the sight of the blond demon fell, the ocher-haired blue-eyed mafioso put one hand in his trouser pocket, and threw a sharp stone with his right hand as if casually. He looked slightly sideways, sending a warning His eyes were quiet and cold.

Mammon remained silent, and her rather happy face darkened.

Just when the third son was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly spoke and called the girl,

"Executive, may I ask a question?"

Eh?again?

Are there too many people who came to ask her questions today?

The red-haired girl felt a little bewildered, but nodded anyway,

"Well, if it's not a time-consuming problem, it doesn't matter."

Mammon was silent for a few seconds.

When the third son raised his head and looked at the young man, the red-haired girl was surprised to find that the familiar elite-like arrogance had rarely faded from the devil's face, and the golden vertical pupils showed a moment of unconcealed embarrassment.

Mammon stared at the third son, and asked as if unwilling and suspicious,

"Compared to that human over there, I... can't I?"

The moment the blond devil's voice fell to the ground, the park, which could clearly hear cicadas and birdsong a second ago, suddenly became strangely quiet.

In the summer wind blowing, there was a faint chill.

The third son looked at Mamen intently, and slowly, a trace of understanding appeared on his face.

"Little Bird, are you—"

Mammon clenched his fists nervously, and just as he was about to confess, when he heard the girl's words, he rang out one step ahead of him,

"...No way."

Click.

What a crisp, merciless rejection.

The blond devil seemed to hear the crisp sound of his own heart cracking, and before he could cry, he heard the third son continue,

"Little bird, aren't you from the white school? Even if you want to change your image, wearing a black hat will look very unsuitable."

As the third son said, he glanced at the old man in the black hat who was walking by the fountain in the distance.

After hesitating for a moment, I decided to tell the truth.

"Honestly speaking, looking at it like that, there is a high probability that it will look a bit like a manager in a circus, or the kind of low-level manager who can't get sponsors, can only get a basic salary every month, and competes with lions for meat."

Mammon: "..."

"Who asked you this! And isn't your description too appropriate? Is it so ugly to wear a black hat!"

The blond devil was so angry that his eyes stood upright, and he roared loudly, but he quickly realized,

"...No, I almost got caught by you! I mean——"

Mamen's expression turned cold, his eyes seemed to be watching the third son, but in fact, he passed the red-haired girl and landed behind her——

On the mafia who came step by step.

The next words seemed to be deliberately spoken to the other party, and the doubts in the sentence were realistic and explicit.

"Executive officer, the person you're going to meet is just a human, isn't it?"

"Leaving aside the short lifespan, even if he dies and becomes a member of hell, facing the day-to-day adversity, he will one day get tired and long to be reincarnated."

"At that time, executive officer, what are you going to do? Will you force him to stay?"

The reason why human beings are called 'people' is because, no matter how long it has passed, they always yearn for the prosperity of this world more than the gloomy hell.

It's not a matter of adapting or not, it's just pure...nature.

Otherwise, for thousands of years, the Nihong Hell has really become a jailer and took root in Huangquan, and it will not only be the assistants of King Yan Mo and King Qin Guang, as well as a few people from other ancient Japanese periods.

But there are none of the dead in modern society.

Most of the time, they either broke down or resigned on their own.

For this reason, everyone in hell has seen many tear-jerking plays.

Of course, most of the time, there will be no ghosts who are so stupid as to fall in love with humans.

Therefore, rather than asking about future pain, it is better to choose the most appropriate one from the very beginning.

The gaze cast by the mafia on the opposite side became colder and colder like ice.

And the red-haired ghost with her back turned unaware, she silently lowered her eyelashes, slumped her shoulders as if giving up, scratched her face and smiled wryly,

"Really, why did you and little A both ask the same question? Is this some new popular 'Three Philosophical Questions' in hell?"

Escaping the artificial intelligence, but not the demons of the EU hell.

These are some weird pre-confession tests.

The third son inexplicably felt that he wanted to laugh, so he really laughed.

The girl's clear voice melted into the wind, and with a sober smile and awareness, it blew into the ears of the two confronting men one behind the other,

"What you said is indeed a trouble. But little bird, I have never thought about it. Rather, it seems to me that from the very beginning, there is only one answer—"

The third son raised his head, and looked straight into the eyes of the blond devil with a smile on his face.

She seems to be staring at the young man, and she seems to say to the blurred figure reflected in those vertical pupils,

"Teacher Zhongye is free."

"I... I haven't thought about those things. Whether it's reborn or staying in hell, that's Teacher Chuya's due right."

"It's the fairness and rights that every dead person should have. I can't break it."

The third son paused for a while when he said this, the smile in his eyes seemed to dim for a moment, but soon, it was ignited again by the arse-colored sky, dyed with light,

"Little bird, don't underestimate me, I am the first executive officer under Yan Mo's throne! Even if it is a love affair, I have reported my consciousness!"

In hell, parting is never a rare thing. Instead of suffering and worrying in the future, it is better to enjoy the story before the time is up.

In this way, even if she has to face endless years of torture in the future, she can still smile and watch her lover reincarnate and leave.

Memories will not fade, only better things will be precipitated.

……

…………

"you……"

The blond demon staggered back as if defeated.

As a result, a strand of hair that was neatly combed back fell, and it lay limply on the young man's forehead, making him look a bit embarrassed.

Mamen opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but after meeting the girl's sincere eyes, he closed his mouth in vain.

hateful!Why didn't he meet first...

——A mere human being!

Mamen stared unwillingly at the figure behind the red-haired ghost messenger for a long time, the corners of her mouth pursed tighter and tighter, and suddenly there was a "woof", and the fierce man burst into tears again.

While shouting "I will never give up! I have plenty of time",

While wiping away tears, under the doubtful gaze of the third son, he ran further and further away, gradually disappearing at the end of the setting sun.

"..."

The red-haired ghost stared silently at the demon's back, endured it for a long time, and still uttered a word silently.

——"But Xiaoniao, the black hat really doesn't suit you."

It has nothing to do with time, it has to do with looks.

The bustling park became quiet again, the wind blew past Sanzi's side, and the shade of the trees above his head made rustling sounds.

The third son stared at an extra shadow at his feet.

No need to look back.

The breath in the wind, the heartbeat in the chest, the temperature of eyes passing from one person to another——

They are all telling the red-haired ghost messenger the identity of the person behind it.

The third son blinked hard, took a deep breath, tried to suppress his restless heart, and opened his mouth slowly,

"Teacher Chuya, remember what I said, the time of the ghost race is very long-longer than the sun becoming a red giant star, and the earth is no longer suitable for human survival."

"Your life, to me, is just a very short, very short, very short moment."

"But even so—"

The third son turned around, stretched out his hand and grabbed the black collar around Zhongya Zhongya's neck, and dragged him in front of him.

The distance between the two was infinitely shortened, and the third son could even feel the breath from the tip of the other's nose.

The brown-haired mafia's eyes fell on the third son's face, and the burning heat made the girl's cheeks flush instantly.

Even the fingertips on the edge of the Mafia's neck ring were slightly curled up, showing pink.

But it doesn't matter.

The third son raised his eyes, suppressing his embarrassment, emerald green pupils with an indomitable love, met the pupils of the brown-haired mafia, and asked solemnly,

"Nakahara Chuya, are you willing to give me the rest of your life?"

*****

In this world, there are very few people or things in the Central Plains who want to get their hands even without planning.

But the wonder of the world is that it always likes to come out of a corner without warning when people are most determined, and turn other people's lives and plans upside down.

Unlike Dazai and Chief Mori, Nakahara Chu also believes that he is not a mind trainer who is good at controlling people's hearts.

If he were to do it, if he tried to invade, he would only use the simpler and more effective 'sausage cutting tactic'.

How could the mafia want to start with everything?

He is not greedy, as long as bit by bit, piece by piece.

[First step, when he approached the ghost messenger and said his name normally, would the third son be on guard? 】

No, she won't.

When he enters the ghost messenger's domain as a friend, puts away his attacking claws, but shows helplessness and helplessness against the other party, will the ghost messenger take precautions?

Of course, she wouldn't.

So, continue to upgrade step by step.

Touching Sanzi's forehead with his fingers affectionately, he found no resistance.

Putting the coat with his breath on the red-haired girl, let her see it as a simple kindness.

Then entangled fingers, tangled ankles, more physical contact, slowly getting used to the body temperature and hugs, until in the eyes of outsiders, it has completely exceeded the safety limit of friends, will the ghost guards be on guard?

Presumably how much, there should be some hesitation, right?

But at this time, it is a bit too late.

At this time, the hands and feet of the red-haired ghost messenger have been tied up by "worries", and he is good at sensing danger. He is also affected by emotions because of the deepening bond.

Third son, even if you are the best best friend, you will never occupy your private time in a big way.

It won't let you be full of him, thinking about what Valentine's Day gift to give, so that he will be satisfied.

Want to know, want to know more deeply—

Favorite color, preferred food taste, pastime interests, most wanted things...

When the red-haired girl started to think about this, Zhong Yuan knew that he had already obtained half of the territory.

[The second step is to deal with the timid and shy steel plate in the sky, forcing the opponent to take the advantage, which is far more suitable than pressing one's own side step by step. 】

The connection between them was not close enough, and the retreat of the red-haired ghost was far more troublesome than he had imagined.

On the ground, no one can escape the shackles of gravity, but Huangquan is a field that cannot be eroded by gravity.

It is quite distressing that the sweetheart is too shy.

But the red-haired girl's accidental obedience to her intuition and her heart gave this distress a little more room for imagination.

Central Plains is also standing at the end.

Watching the third son's jerky pursuit, watching her struggling to find the strategy, stretching out her hand and then retracting it, taking three steps forward and two steps back.

Want a push?

The black ferocious beast examined the prey that was reluctant to step into the trap, its cold fangs lurking under the smiling face, longing and ready to move.

Just when he was about to make a move, Clement's appearance brought him an unexpected surprise.

【Vow Mantra】is a roadblock or a stepping stone.

Of course Zhong Yuan knew that the assistant ghost and god was using him.

He also knew that the hell girl named Yan Moai was calculating the right time.

It doesn't matter.

Originally, after he joined PortMafia, he was surrounded by such characters.

If there is anyone in the world who knows how to deal with a group of "mind masters", walk into their chess game, and get what they want, then this person is not the former [sheep] king, the current one. Hong Kong? Black cadres are none other than the Central Plains.

What's more, whether it's the ghost assistant officer or the hell girl, their means and starting point are much milder.

They are all soft-hearted [good guys] in the true sense.

Their purpose is to eradicate and protect, but his purpose is just to get.

...He is Huang Ba spit, it's really great.

When he was in Sanzi's illusion, every sleepless night, Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the red-haired girl who was wrapped into a silkworm chrysalis and fell asleep peacefully in the small quilt, and thought so countless times.

Because of this special power, he was able to stand here and become the most important part of the plan to save the third son.

【"The child's name is Miko, Miko, in other words, Miko—"】

Obon Festival

The black-haired ghost and god assistant officer revealed the deeper and concealed truth to Zhongyuan Zhongye without any concealment.

【"There are some things that hell can't intervene in, and it's inconvenient for gods to participate, but they can spit out as Huangba in the middle."】

【"So, Mr. Zhongyuan, although you don't want to admit it, we are indeed relieved after knowing that the third son chose you."】

Sanzi, the connection between us is deeper than you can imagine.

On the airship, Zhong Yuan stroked the red-haired girl's cheek, and smoothed out the third son's hair scattered behind his head with a smile.

Like some kind of symbolic ceremony, he grabbed all of the girl's hair in his hands, and then tied it up with 'ropes' leisurely.

The force of Huangba's vomit ran along Nakahara Chuya's fingers, entangled in the third son's hair, and disappeared in an instant.

The whole process was silent, and as the bound son of God, he squinted his eyes unknowingly like a kitten with smooth fur, and lamented that he had a good skill in tying hair.

In this world, there are very few things in the Central Plains that are also scheming and want to get.

In this love war, he only seems to be at a disadvantage.

All the process of endurance is his process of picking sweet fruits for the last step.

He is happy to see the success of the third son's struggle and jerky.

After all, it is the ghost girl who really launched the pursuit.

The mafia has done nothing but endure, which is the worst thing they are good at.

And now, as it turns out, his plot was successful.

secluded park

Zhongyuan Zhong also watched the third son whose face was full of enlightenment as if he was on the battlefield, and finally couldn't help obeying his heart and burst out laughing.

The mafia's laughter is cheerful and hearty, echoing brightly and honestly in the setting sun.

He stretched out his hand, pulled the girl he liked into his arms, imprisoned him with gravity, and pressed his head against the girl's forehead with a smile,

"That's what you said, third son."

"How can the rest of my life be enough? Until after death, my life is also yours."

****

【Look, this gem is completely his. 】

[Of course, this is not suitable for telling a pure red-haired ghost. 】