How to file a resignation with Gin

Leaving aside those who can't remember clearly, the first time he met Gin was at the airport.

It was unusual for TopKiller to pick someone up in person.

He was unaware at the time, full of caution, and felt a little scared while wanting to get close; belatedly realized that this special treatment was something that happened a long, long time later.

At that moment, Natsuki Hojo thought that he looked like he was about to raise his gun and kill me, but he didn't know where the confidence came from, and subconsciously felt that Gin would not do this.

This ruthless silver-haired killer is very divisive. People don't treat him well in front of him, but he can be said to be responsive to people behind him-the eyes are cold, the smile is sarcasm, and he silently responds to excessive requests.

He divided himself into two halves, the organization owns Gin, and Hojo Natsuki owns Kurosawa Jin exclusively.

And Gin is always gradually eroding the part that belongs to Kurosawa, he is used to all methods other than warmth.He learned from ordinary lovers to buy roses, buy rings, hand in salary cards, and nothing more.This person's love is also shriveled, like a withered rose, only stained with some specious meaning.

A message played on the phone, and Natsuki Hojo glanced distractedly. It was an inquiry from Scotland.

What a nice guy.

He was going to format the phone, even though he knew that within ten years no one in the world would be able to forcibly crack his firewall.

Before pressing the one-key clear button, Hojo Natsuki paused his fingers, clicked on the gallery, and rummaged down.

That night, after hesitating for a long time, I still didn't delete the group photo.

He thought frankly: still a little bit reluctant.

So the bluetooth is shared with the old mobile phone, saved, and then formatted with one key, saying goodbye to the memories of the past two years.

Hojo Natsuki doesn't like to say goodbye, just like he doesn't like to move. Every big or small parting seems to die a little bit, which is not comfortable.

This time, I bid farewell to the game world, and set out with a vision of the unknown, and a mess that I can't figure out and can't get rid of.

He loaded the third round into the magazine.

I remembered one more thing.

"Don't be an example." Kurosawa warned blankly, "You are not allowed to come to my room in the future, you are very noisy."

Xia Shu looked at him pitifully: "It was because of thunder yesterday, I was afraid."

"Where do you go when I'm not around?"

Xia Shu greeted the other party's questioning with moist eyes, and his words were shamelessly righteous, and his tone was weak: "I'm not afraid if you're not here."

Kurosawa: "Get lost."

Then drive people away.

Not long after, Xia Shu, who was holding a pillow, came to the door again. As usual, Kurosawa reprimanded him and acquiesced to lie on his bed.

"I want to drink water." Xia Shu stared at the ceiling, "I'm so thirsty."

Kurosawa tilted his head slightly: "The white cup."

Xia Shu got up and picked up the white ceramic cup: "When did you change it..."

He turned his head and found that the black cup was still on Kurosawa Jin's computer desk, and felt a little inexplicably sad.

【He dislikes me. 】Xia Shu thought,【I have already regarded him as my best friend, and I can give him all my things, but he is not willing to share a cup with me. 】

After half a year, Kurosawa completely refused to sleep with him, and refused to open the door no matter what.This is actually for the purpose of protection, he doesn't think he can bear it, and Xia Shu, who is always moving around, can really challenge his self-control.

Xia Shu was sad again.He didn't have any emotion in his little head, he just felt that his good friend was going to be estranged from him, so he immediately made up a lot of twists and turns in the plot of his friend growing up to be a stranger, and he was terribly wronged, so he decided to have a relationship with Kuisawa After a while of talking, waiting and waiting, I just lay down on the pillow and fell asleep at the door.

Then in the middle of the night, I catch a cold, catch a cold, and feel dizzy.

Kurosawa was extremely disgusted, with an impatient look on his face, he helped the poor puppy who complained tearfully, "You are cruel, you are heartless", to blow his nose, pinching his nostrils through a napkin: "Strength."

Then throw it away, change to a tissue, and wipe the sweat off his forehead.

"Lie down and sleep." Kurosawa said, "I have something to do."

Xia Shu looked at him anxiously, and was knocked on the head by his knuckles.

"Don't think about it," he said.

And the 21-year-old Natsuki Hojo, recalling this slightly sour mood, smiled clearly with slightly curved lips.

He also loaded the fourth bullet, and aimed the wheel at his heart.

A little on the side of the old wound, just right, where the heart is.

Hojo Natsuki recounted the happiness he had had in these years, and all the parts he could remember had something to do with him.

Tobacco-scented kisses, roses thrown into my arms, hugs longer than rainy nights.

The bullet hit the center of the mouth, lying in the operating room on the front line of life and death, and eating cakes in the middle of the night crying.

All these loves and pains were given by him.

The oil paint whitewashing the peace was washed away by the heavy rain, and the rift in time, space, trust and position between the two finally came to him with force.

Hojo Natsuki turned the gun and pulled the trigger.

"boom--"

The sharp pain immediately paralyzed his brain, and he clearly felt the life stripped from his body, and the temperature gradually lost.

Before losing consciousness, the last scene he saw was still about Kurosawa.

Kurosawa took a nap against the wall with a sniper rifle in his arms, and all the sunlight poured in from the window, half fell on the floor and half fell on his back, illuminating his sharp silhouette clearly.

He raised his eyelids and looked over lightly, lonely and arrogant.

Xia Shu in the distance seemed to be hit by a comet. He was stunned for a long time and blinked: "...I want this person, what is his name?"

"He doesn't have a code name yet, I'll take you to meet other people."

"It's okay, I'm not going out, it's safe. He looks so cool, I want him to play with me."

"……Sure?"

"determine."

So Kurosawa became his protector.

The next day, when they met formally, Kurosawa still had an indifferent look, ready to kill at any time, and his cold green eyes were calm and chilling.

Later he would clumsily learn how to take care of the weakling in front of him.

I will also prepare New Year's money, even though I find it boring, put it under Xia Shu's pillow in advance, because the child wants it.

The New Year's money he gave was as thick as a brick, and completely lost its symbolic meaning. Xia Shu felt panicked as soon as he lay down, and felt funny while being happy.

"The Kurosawa Formation."

Kurosawa reported his name casually, unwilling to say a word more.

"I'm Natsuki Hojo."

At that moment, Xia Shu thought expectantly, will I become good friends with this person?Share happiness and sorrow, and the moonlight in the sleepless night.

He soon discovered that this seemed to be self-indulgent.

Xia Shu plucked up the courage to take the initiative to talk to Kurosawa Jin about his hobbies, but the other party only regarded him as an air that could make sounds and ignored him.

A little frustrated, he turned to do his own research.

Kurosawa watched him fiddle with the new invention at hand, and was distracted carelessly, but was still attracted.what is this little thing doingWaste? ...the hair is so soft, he looks like a ball of fur that jumps up when you poke it.

Their ten years of acquaintance kicked off.

The sun is shining, the branches and leaves are lush, and the end of summer is still full of vitality.

The future is still far away, and youth is still on its way.

At that time, Natsuki Hojo was very young, and he thought with satisfaction that these things would not change.