The lover that gravity makes is wrong

He said he was going to meet a friend, but Sanzi didn't contact Nakahara Chuya immediately after leaving the ramen shop. Instead, he wandered around Tokyo alone with his hands behind his back.

The red-haired girl's itinerary was confusing, with no so-called attractions or 'must-see' places.

Just wherever you go, that's where you are.

Occasionally, when passing by some second-hand shops, I would stop and take a special look.

Don't underestimate these humble thrift stores. Sanzi once found many interesting small objects in them.

For example, the little Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva who can sing is placed at home by Yan Mo Dawang; the ghost lamp is placed on the shelf, and it is said that it is said that it will stand at the bedside of the owner in the middle of the night and read haiku; the snake-shaped belt of Axiang sister... It was all found in these fallen shops.

Time is so much fun.

The more ancient and inconspicuous something is, the more secret it hides after being opened.

The third son walked very slowly, as if to take care of his younger sister, worried that she would not be able to keep up, so he deliberately slowed down his usual pace.

Although by her side, from the beginning to the end, it seemed that she was the only one.

The sky in the alleys passed quietly above the girl's head, and when a faint orange glow appeared in the sky, she finally reached her destination——

The third son stopped in front of a duplex house.

Unlike popular shops, it has neither prominent signs nor beautiful windows.

If it weren't for the handmade open shelves placed at the door on the first floor, people would have no way to connect it with the century-old handmade shops introduced in local style magazines.

Because it is so ordinary, it is so shabby that even if tourists follow the strategy map to find it, they will only glance at it, thinking that they have found the wrong place, and leave without looking back.

"Don't look at the appearance, the old lady who is the owner here is very powerful. She can make a lot of incredible toys with just a piece of paper and a paintbrush."

The red-haired girl spoke abruptly as if talking to someone.

She picked up the paper kaleidoscope on the shelf and turned it in the direction of the sun.

In the next moment, a cute silhouette of a rabbit and a civet cat carrying firewood appeared on the cardboard, moving vividly as the kaleidoscope turned, as if playing a paper shadow play.

If someone observes carefully, he will find that the interaction between the rabbit and the civet cat happens to be a famous fable.

"How about it, isn't it interesting?" Sanzi asked with a smile.

Still no voice answered her.

The red-haired girl was not angry either, she just smiled lightly and continued to play with the paper toy next to her.

"Ah, Sanzijiang, long time no see, have you reconciled with your friends this time?"

An old voice came.

The third son raised his head in Xunsheng, and the shopkeeper's mother-in-law in haori came over from the shop with a smile.

Even though her youth is gone, she still has a straight back and a simple bun. The flower hairpin that has been inserted in the bun all the year round sways slightly as she walks, which is enough to get a glimpse of what the shopkeeper's mother-in-law looked like when she was young.

But none of these can beat her pair of wrinkled orange peels, but still flexible and steady hands.

"Good afternoon, Grandma Yoshiko, I'm here to pick up the goods as agreed."

The ghost messenger girl on the red side also said with a smile.

Her gaze fell on the old man's ruddy face, but the gem-like emerald pupils reflected the time of his death not long after.

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"What about them? Aren't they coming to see you off for the last time?"

Inside the shop, Sanzi sat cross-legged on the tatami behind the screen, looked at the old man making tea with his chin resting on one hand, and suddenly asked.

Grandma Fangzi paused imperceptibly when she divided the cups.

But soon, she returned to normal, pouring the tea soup into the Wenxiang cup without haste, stopped when it was [-]% full, and served it in front of the third son.

"No need, it's noisy even if you come here, it's better to go away quietly like this now."

Grandma Fangzi stared at the clear tea soup in the cup, and said in a calm tone.

There is a saying that all kinds of people die alike.

No matter how arrogant and harsh you are usually, when the time of death really comes, people will be truly tolerant and calm down.

Even in the face of the infuriating family business scandal of "the children use the death threat as a threat to compete for the ownership of the store", they can finally laugh and let it go without paying attention.

Fangzi's mother-in-law was not originally called mother-in-law, she had a name that was very suitable for a famous family.

But like all the stories of the rich lady and the poor toyboy.

The daughter who chose love abandoned her wealth and prominent family, and resolutely eloped with a low-status 'slave'.

The moment she stepped out of the house with her back facing the disappointed and angry eyes of her parents in the dark, her original name became history.

From then on, she was "Fangzi", and when she got old, she was the "Grandma Fangzi" who was said by children to be skilled in magic.

After eloping, Fangzi and her husband are still as loving as before. They have worked hard together for a long time. With the knowledge in the wife's brain and the husband's excellent toy-making skills, they have gradually become famous and achieved good results.

Every year on wedding anniversary, Yoshiko's husband always said that he was like dreaming.

The confession that I thought was doomed to be hopeless turned out to be a success; the sweetheart I thought I couldn't get was sitting beside him at this moment.

"He De He Neng, I'm just an incompetent toy boy."

"What nonsense!"

Fangzi squinted at her husband, and scolded angrily, "If you are really like this, it is useless, I would have kicked you out when I received the wooden flower."

"Do you know that I sent the flowers?"

"What do you think? That ugly..."

Fangzi wanted to make a disgusted expression, but she couldn't help laughing while talking.

Every year after that, Yoshiko's husband would carve a flower hairpin for his wife.

Until the day of his death, there were exactly twenty hairpins in Fangzi's jewelry box.

20 years of loving couple is enough.

Fangzi has no regrets. The only flaw is that her and her husband's children are obviously not so satisfactory.

They don't have the brains to inherit Yoshiko, and they can't sink their hearts into learning skills. They always say that paper toys have long been outdated and they can't make much money.

He pursues small opportunistic tricks all day long, wondering where he can make a fortune.

In fact, the children's words are not wrong.

Compared with the ever-changing electronic products in the future, this small paper toy was indeed left behind in the long river of time, and gradually became a shabby residence.

Originally, with Fangzi's mind, she could reform the store and start again, but in the end, she gave up.

The reason is very simple, but it's just a little bit of reluctance in my heart that I haven't arrived.

After that, there was an unstoppable noise. The eldest son and the second son left the house one after another and never came back.

When he reappeared, he came to the door with a lawyer and a property transfer certificate.

"Old woman, you have to think clearly. Anyway, after you die, these are our things. Why don't you sign it now, and we are willing to give you away and cry for you before you die."

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The boiling teapot made a gurgling sound, which brought back Granny Fangzi's sanity.

"This is all retribution."

She raised her hand to put out the fire, poured boiling water into the teapot,

"When I was young, my old body disobeyed my parents and family. Now, it's my turn to taste their pain."

"There's no such thing as 'retribution for disobedience' in hell."

The third son took the trembling tea spoon in the old man's hand, put it next to the teapot, and said bluntly,

"We only pay attention to 'good and evil are rewarded'. Of course, if you really want to know the answer, mother-in-law, you can ask the ten kings. Don't worry, they are very kind."

Fangzi's mother-in-law froze for a moment, then suddenly laughed, "It really sounds like what you would say."

"By the way, what you want, I will do it for you."

A small painted wooden box was pushed to the hand of the red-haired girl.

The third son opened the lid of the box, and a piece of paper lay quietly in the wooden box.It looks no different from other window papers, but there are some more delicate folds around it.

The red-haired girl picked it up and blew hard on the hollowed out part.

call--

Like a flower blooming in an instant, the piece of paper bulged round and turned into a delicate [Paper Windboat].

Another name for a sailboat, a balloon.

In the past, when rubber balloons were just emerging, because the price was too expensive, ordinary people used colorful paper and folded them into the shape of balloons for children to play with.

Fangzi's mother-in-law's craftsmanship and taste are quite good.

The coloring of the pictures outside the paper sailboat is a reflection of gorgeous flowers.On the background of black tones, the first cherry blossoms in March, the purple sun in June, and the late lotus in September are like fireworks blooming on them.

When this exquisite paper balloon was thrown up, Sanzi seemed to see the four seasons of the whole year blooming in front of his eyes.

"Well, she's sure to like it."

The third son nodded, carefully pressed the paper balloon, and put it back into the wooden box.

At the same time, I don't know if it was an illusion, but Grandma Fangzi who was sitting opposite seemed to hear a crisp bell, and it rang.

[It's a reminder to the old man, it's time. 】

Grandma Fangzi thought casually.

She moved the teacup in hand away, and carefully arranged the feathers on her body.

Then she helped the flower hairpin on the bun, turned her head to the third son and showed a dignified and shy smile like a girl running towards her lover.

"My lord, what do I look like?"

The red-haired girl looked up at Granny Fangzi carefully for a while, then said,

"Hmm! It is beautiful and bright, like the light that illuminates the whole room, and there is no place that is dark." (①)

"Really? The old man is relieved."

Grandma Fangzi raised her sleeves to cover the smile on her lips.

If you want to meet the person you love, you must not be sloppy in your appearance.

In a daze, Granny Fangzi heard the ringing in her ears getting louder, and a familiar figure appeared in front of her eyes.

"Master Sanzi, the old man saw him, and he came to pick me up... Really, how old are I, and I still have such a naive voice..."

"Let's say it first, if I don't have a ring this time, I won't go with you..."

The elderly woman stood up and ran towards the end of Huangquan with a smile on her face.

There, there was already a man carrying a toolbox and carefully holding a flower hairpin in his hand, waiting quietly for a long time.

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In the tea room, the third son sent the mother-in-law Fangzi who had lost her breath back to the bed, and pulled the quilt to cover her up.

Then she took the lacquered wooden box and walked out of the cottage, just in time to pass a small lawyer with parted bangs.

Behind him was a young female lawyer carrying a bag with a hurried expression.

There was a lot of noise outside the door, two middle-aged men were stopped outside the door, their faces twisted and unwilling to shout at the two lawyers who entered the room,

"...You guys make it clear! What does it mean that a will has been made, and all property will belong to the orphanage after death! We are her sons and have the right to inherit the old woman's things. Hey! Did you hear me?"

"Believe it or not, I'll sue you in court! Trash lawyer!"

"Trash lawyer?"

What the family members said made the little lawyer pause.

He turned around suddenly, looked domineeringly at the two who were abusing him, raised his hand and wiped his parted bangs, and said with a sneer,

"Heh, if you want to sue me, just go. Do you need me to tell you which way the gate of the tribunal opens? Wait until you go to court—see that my personality will be crushed by you!"

"—Teacher Gu Meimen!"

The young lawyer who was following behind him shouted nervously, and warned the two family members who were making trouble.

Of course, these have nothing to do with Sanzi.

After all, she is not responsible for the affairs of the deceased.

The red-haired girl teleported away.

Half an hour later, she walked out of a shop called 'Senbuya' with a box of cherries, sat down in a park at random, and put the cherries and the wooden box on the swing beside her.

As the evening approaches, the children who usually like to play here have already been driven home by their parents.

So, in a huge park, there was only a lonely sand castle left, a children's slide with a shoe missing, and a swing on which the third son was sitting.

The third son held the rope of the swing, and lightly stepped on his right foot on the ground, the sound of the metal shaft being in disrepair, creaking and creaking, scattered in the empty park.

The red-haired girl waited patiently for a while, finally sighed helplessly, and spoke first,

"Xiao Ai, you've been with me for so long, do you really not consider coming out to see me?"

There was silence all around, and no one answered her.

— Not surprisingly.

Since her death, Xiao Ai has been avoiding her.

Even the work in hell is the same, and the [Hell Communication Department], which is the farthest from the core, is specially selected.

The third son lowered his eyelashes, hiding the disappointment in his eyes.

"I have prepared a gift, and your favorite cherry!"

"I forgot your birthday, it's just that some time ago because of a tricky dead person, I wasted some time at sea... Well, if you are angry, it makes sense."

The red-haired girl drooped her shoulders as she spoke, poking the air with her fingers consciously.

Looking at it from a distance, it looks like a puppy with its head down, crying or not, whimpering, it's so pitiful.

Yan Moai, who was hiding in the shadows, trembled her eyelashes slightly, subconsciously wanted to stick her head out, but retracted it again as if she was worried about something.

That hesitant look made several subordinates standing beside him hiss anxiously, wishing they could get started directly, pick up his young lady, and throw her to the executive ghost officer.

Even if it was a quarrel, hundreds of years have passed, so it's time to make up!

What's more, the death of the third son is not your fault, miss!

The bone girl with the most irritable personality bit her finger like an ant on a hot pan.

On the contrary, Lunrudao and Yimulian are the two most calm. After all, they are the older one with richer experience.

To put it more bluntly, it is——

Hehe, they have seen a lot and are used to it.

But even so, as a loyal subordinate, some exhortations are still necessary.

"Miss."

The human figure is the wheel of the old man. He straightened the brim of his hat and said slowly,

"If you don't know how to face the third son, how about accepting the gift first? It is a paper sailboat that the third son specially customized for you, and there are cherries. If you take a step slowly—"

"...Maybe it's someone else's."

"!!"

Yan Moai's back stiffened suddenly.

How, how is it possible, the third son will not give her something to others!

Despite thinking so in her heart, the black-haired girl moved her feet.

Just when she was about to stand out from the shadows, a strange male voice suddenly rang out in the park, scaring Yan Moai back with a 'shoo'.

—— "Didn't you agree to have dinner together? Why are you in a daze here?"

In the park, a boy with brown hair and blue eyes stood beside the girl at some point.

The palm of the black glove fell on the hairy head of the third son, rubbed vigorously, and forcibly dispersed the miserable aura around the girl.

"Hey, Teacher Zhongyuan? Why are you here?"

The third son raised his head in surprise and looked at the person coming.

She remembered that she didn't tell the other party her location.

Faced with the girl's puzzled eyes, Zhong Yuanzhong also coughed, and said vaguely, "Hey, it's just a coincidence. After finishing the matter, I wanted to go shopping and saw you sitting here."

"Oh."

The third son responded casually, and the girl was still immersed in the loss of being rejected by her childhood friend at this time, so she didn't think much about it.

On the other hand, the bone girl who was also hiding in the shadows shook her head and revealed a meaningful smile.

"Okay, don't be in a daze. I booked the Sky Tree restaurant. Didn't I say I wanted to eat cakes? The desserts there are barely passable."

Zhongyuan Zhong also stretched out his arm, and lifted the third son who was listless on the swing.

The ochre-haired boy seemed to be comforting, and stretched out his hand to pinch the girl's cheek. There was a smile in his cobalt blue pupils, reflecting the soft light of the entire sunset.

"If you encounter any unhappy things, just talk about it. The stars in Tokyo and I will listen to you."

The third son was taken aback, and immediately grabbed the red-haired boy by the corner of his clothes, moved to tears,

"...Teacher Zhongyuan!"

"Be good, be good."

Central Plains also patted the dog's head of a certain red-haired ghost.

Then, under the eyes of the [Hell Communication Group of Four], Shi Shi ran away with the three sons in the left hand and the gift box and cherry in the right hand.

Yan Moai: "..."

Yan Moai: "..."

"Look, Miss, I've already said it all, if you take a step slower, it might become someone else's." Lun Rudao said slowly.

The bone girl shook her head in admiration,

"As expected of the mafia, tsk tsk, this action, this love words, 'I and the stars in Tokyo will listen to you', really scary."

Yimulian: "Okay, please don't say a few words, I didn't see that the lady has been petrified..."

etc? !Petrified? !

Yimulian turned back abruptly, and the black-haired girl shook her shoulders vigorously: "Miss?? Miss!! Take heart, miss!"