The lover that gravity makes is wrong

The time in this world is more time-consuming than imagined.

Since the short slack on Valentine's Day, Zhongyuanzhong has become busy visibly.

Previously, PortMafia's dark-line arrangements in the United States were all closed. As those old-school families successfully fell apart under the tricks, the fragile alliance between Hong Kong and black organizations and local emerging organizations also collapsed.

If you don't want to be plucked from the fruit of victory and make a wedding dress for others, you must deter your competitors with higher force and stabilize your position before your competitors show their fangs.

Although the Communist Party also pays attention to reason and morality, but this is also for the members of the organization.

In terms of scrambling for territory and power, the competition is still whose heart is more ruthless and fists are harder.

As a matter of course, a powerful Gravity Envoy would be the best choice.

Therefore, the model worker Zhongyuan Zhongye sees him every day on business trips.

On the other hand, with the approach of the Obon Festival in hell, the third son is also fully fired, jumping back and forth between the present world and the underworld every day.

It is very similar to the students who are crazily rushing ahead before the summer vacation. While dealing with the "soul attraction" in the present world, they gradually start to take over the part of the work that is beyond the share of the ghost assistant officer.

Several months passed unknowingly under the busyness of the two young teenagers without touching the ground.

When they came back to their senses, the two realized that they hadn't seen each other for a long time.

...Although in terms of the time flow difference between the underworld and the present world, the perception of a certain red-haired ghost girl will be shorter.

This kind of big conflict that would definitely cause problems when placed on other ordinary people whose lovers have not expired, does not seem to have the same effect on Sanzi and Zhongyuan Zhongye.

The mafia is not a creature that knows how to endure, but the red-haired boy who takes "capture" and "getting hands" as his ultimate goal can always show amazing patience.

Of course, behind this, there may be the third son's own credit.

In the past few months, Zhong Yuanzhong has also received various small gifts from the red-haired girl.

Uncommon dried flowers with human faces, the eyeballs of the dead who are said to be delicious, and the weirdest one is a 3D portrait with the face sticking out of the frame...

No, this is-

Zhong Yuanzhong, who received the painting, was also silent for a long time.

The ochre-haired boy stared at the canvas seriously, and the ferocious ochre-haired blue-eyed orange cat looked at it for a while, and finally silently decided to follow the third son's suggestion and hang it at the entrance of his underground garage.

- to ward off evil spirits.

I don't know how the effect will be, but during that time, the red-haired boy felt strangely, the long-lost self-reflection eyes from Mori Ogai, and the three-day vacation promise after the mission.

Of course, all of the above are far less than the birthday present that Zhongyuan Zhongye received on the last day of April——

One, singing, snapdragon

"..."

In the temporary apartment in the United States, after the melody of the birthday song "Oh Ga" stopped, the Central Plains Gravity Envoy also blanked his eyes and stopped thinking.

【"Hey, Teacher Zhongye, are you surprised or surprised!"]

The clear and beautiful voice of the red-haired girl came out of the receiver of the mobile phone, leaving aside the suspicious roar of the wraith behind her, she was still as vibrant as ever.

The boy couldn't help but curl his lips, thinking of the forest after the rain, the deer running freely.

【"Xiaojin (this snapdragon) has been training for a long time for today, ah, dad and the others also gave a lot of guidance..."]

The voice of the sweetheart echoed in the boy's ears through the radio waves in the silent night.

At that time, Chuya Nakahara had just finished his day's work.

The blood sprayed by the enemy from the artery is still on the corner of the clothes.The red-haired mafia, who always pays attention to the image, ignored this point. He took off the hat on his head, untied the cross tie around his neck with one hand, and sat down on the sofa.

The quiet air flows in the apartment, the girl's breath and voice pass through the radio waves, sticking to the slightly warm mobile phone, as if in the ear.

It was so vivid that it seemed that a familiar figure really appeared beside him.

Zhong Yuan also tilted his head back, resting his head on the back of the sofa.

The ochre-colored bangs spread back under the action of gravity, exposing the boy's smooth forehead.

Nakahara also raised his left arm, pressing his elbow on his closed eyelids as if blocking the light.

The black leather neck ring wrapped around the young man's thin Adam's apple, and it rolled up and down under the stimulation of the cold air.

— want to see you.

"Third son." The boy's voice sounded softly with a hint of hoarseness.

【"what?"】

—I want to see you now.

"Third son."

Want to hug you right now.

want to……

Once a person relaxes from high-intensity work, those deliberately suppressed thoughts will burst out like a backlash flood, drowning reason and eroding nerves.

However, Zhong Yuanzhong didn't say anything, just raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and called the girl's name softly again.

"Third son."

The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly disappeared, only the slight sound of breathing came from the receiver.

It's hard to describe what that feels like.

It can be said to be a natural intuition, or a magical sixth sense of love.

At that time, in a certain musical instrument store, the ghost messenger who dealt with the evil spirits suddenly felt his heart move, and he clenched the phone by his ear.

"Teacher Chuya, wait a minute!"

The third son hung up the phone as if he was in a hurry without waiting for Zhongyuan Zhongye to respond.

Afterwards, the red-haired girl eliminated the dying evil spirit dead with one punch as quickly as possible, bundled the soul-binding bells, and threw it to the subordinate ghost guard who was hiding nearby and waiting for orders.

The third son looked down at his pocket watch, and there was still 10 minutes to spare.

Well, enough is enough.

"You, take this thing back, I'll come later."

After the girl beat the last dead person unconscious, the third son casually grabbed the props on the wall, left a simple sentence, and disappeared into the musical instrument shop with a 'pop'.

The subordinate of the ghost messenger who was left behind with the soul-binding bell was full of doubts: "...I understand the truth, but Mr. Sanzi, what are you doing with the acoustic guitar?"

Is it the new popular music to exorcise ghosts?

*****

Of course it's not exorcising ghosts, it's better to say that the third son is going to do a more important thing.

[Love Book Rules No. 20, a love song on special festivals is better than thousands of words of love. 】

As the famous "heavenly steel plate that cannot be attacked" in hell, Sanzi certainly does not have such high-end skills as love songs.

The only two songs I know are "Toffee Sauce 120%" by hell idol Momo Maki and "Ghost's fat times are so fat times, very tough, very tough" by Eggplant. '

Cough, even if the steel is as straight as the third son, he knows that these two songs are not suitable for love songs.

But there is no end to ghosts, thanks to the help of the second in command of EU Hell who left, he brought the third choice to the third son.

That's how amazing things are.

Before going back to the EU hell, the demon Mammon suddenly took off a glove and threw it in front of the third son, proposing to have a duel.

The third son was a little confused holding the gloves, but in line with the principle of friendly exchanges between the two parties (?), or as agreed, at [-] o'clock in the evening, he carried a mace on time and appeared in the Heyuan Taolin with the best scenery in Hell.

As a result, when they arrived at the location, the third son discovered that a certain blond devil who had been waiting for a long time not only did not do anything, but took out an acoustic guitar from behind and sang a Western song to her.

After singing, the blond devil didn't speak, and stared at the girl quietly with a pair of golden vertical pupils.

The third son was also embarrassed to speak.

The two stared at each other for a long time. Seeing that the sky was getting darker, a certain red-haired girl finally couldn't help but scratched her face and reminded,

"That...Little Bird, how long is your pre-battle ceremony? I'm in a hurry. There's a TV show I want to watch tonight."

I have long heard that there are all kinds of strange customs in the West, but I didn't expect that they would play and sing a song to cheer for the duel...

Well, it's very fashionable, but it's a bit time-consuming.

The third son felt that she had already respected the other party's customs, but he didn't expect that as soon as she finished speaking, the blond demon on the opposite side cried out with a "woof" covering his face as if he had been struck by lightning.

The third son looked confused: "...? Eh?? Wait, why are you crying??"

"Then, what, I don't dislike your bad singing, it's pretty good, really."

"When you're done typing, can you copy the score to me? I'll learn it too, and I'll sing it to Teacher Chuya when I have a chance..."

Then the second-in-command assistant of EU Hell cried even louder.

And a certain red-haired ghost girl didn't know what happened, so she could only squat beside her in embarrassment, holding her face and looking at her fellow hell next door, crying like a 600-year-old dog.

Then when he recovered, he asked for a sheet music.

Mammon: "..."

All the jailers who were watching from the grove shook their heads in unison.

Miserable.

awful.

But no matter what, thanks to the demon Mammon's dedication before leaving, Sanzi has one more choice in his music library.

*****

It was hard for Sanzi to describe what kind of mood it was.

It's just that when the red-haired boy whispered her name in her ear, the third son heard his heart start beating uncontrollably.

A strong, urgent instinct compelled her to act.

The song was sitting in her throat, waiting to be ignited.

This is more exciting than flying to the moon.

*****

In the third second after the phone hung up, Zhong Yuanzhong also heard a familiar sound of breaking through the air from downstairs in the apartment.

A string of nimble plucked strings floated into his ears in the night wind, soaked in the moonlight.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also stunned for a second, then stood up suddenly from the sofa.

The heartbeat lost its regularity, fluctuating with the faint melody, as if what was being plucked was not the strings of the acoustic guitar, but more, more——

The ocher-haired mafia hurried to the balcony and opened the French windows forcefully.

The light-colored gauze curtain was blown high by the infused night wind, and the girl's singing and playing melody were sent to Zhongya Zhongya's ears together.

Zhong Yuanzhong also stepped out of the apartment and walked to the balcony. The lyrics in his ears also changed from blurred to clear.

"Emmène mois urlalune, Etlaissemo ijouer dans les étoiles, Montremoile print emps sur Jupiter rou Mars."

"End'autreterme, pr