Dark Fallen Honmaru Strange Talk [comprehensive]

"Is that so?"

After quietly listening to her story, Horiguchi Yuhui asked again as if confirming: "The child's pen pal?"

Qianli said "yes" softly.

The setting she set for herself was friends who met by accident because of similar names in junior high school, and occasionally communicated through letters—even in Japan now, it is quite dependent on the form of mail, and uses some pocket money to pay for the cheapest "simple". Book retention" is not too difficult for junior high school students.

After the murder three years ago, I attended the funeral, but I didn’t come to the door because I didn’t know how to face my senior’s parents for a while. When I worked up my courage, I found that they had moved, and it was only now that I finally found the current address. .

This is a lie full of loopholes. For example, after moving, you can still ask Sheng Futaba from the same school, but just like Chisato thought, Horiguchi Yuhui, who was lost in his own thoughts when he heard the words, didn't realize it.

"This is...?" She looked at the smiling Qingjiang behind Qianli.

"...Uh," even though her identity has been misplaced, she still felt a little nervous to admit this in front of her former parents, "my...boyfriend."

"I see."

Horiguchi Ikue smiled and said, "You two are a good match."

Even though he knew it was just a polite remark, Qian Li still couldn't help but choke his breath.

"Please come in," Horiguchi Yuhui didn't notice her wavering, her expression seemed to be that kind of uncontrollable sadness, "It's really impolite to make guests wait outside the door like this."

"That kid...it's great to have friends."

When passing through the entrance, Qianli, who was still secretly looking around at the corridor furnishings, was stunned when he heard what his mother said suddenly.

"Maybe it's because we had too high demands on her before," Horiguchi Yuhui said softly, "Plus, we didn't have time to spend more time with her, Chisato...she matured too early, although she seemed to have a good relationship with everyone, But until I met Futaba in the second year of junior high school, I didn’t have any close friends before that.”

It turned out they knew.

Obviously knowing, Qianli thought, why still——

But she can't ask. With her current status, asking actively is to expose her scars.

However, it was like a strange mother-daughter connection. Before she could speak, Horiguchi Ikue continued.

"At that time, I always thought that there was still time in the future."

It's hard to describe how much obscurity is mixed in that voice, "I'm dedicated to running a business, and I feel that if she has more money and status in the future, her life will be much smoother. There will be time to make up for the regrets in the past, but..."

Human affairs are impermanent.

"Long Yi," she looked at her husband who was sitting in the living room, "we have guests."

Sitting face to face on the sofa, Qianli thought of the couple who sat silently in the hospital corridor three years ago.

Isn't this... Didn't come out at all.

The man lost a lot of weight, and his hair was mostly gray. It wasn't a working day, so he didn't need to take care of himself. The black and blue beard on his chin was a bit eye-catching.

"This is a letter sent by Senior Qianli shortly before that incident."

She took the letter out of her bag, "I didn't keep the envelope from that time, it's a new one."

It was actually her inability to forge the post office stamp of the day.

Chisato could feel the trembling of Horiguchi Yuhui's fingertips when he took the envelope from her hand.She carefully opened the seal, and covered her mouth with her hands when she saw the familiar handwriting on the letter paper.When she read a few more sentences, her mother seemed to want to say something, but she whimpered out of tune as soon as the words came out, and finally left a hurried sentence of "Sorry", and went upstairs with the letter in one hand.

A suppressed cry came faintly from upstairs.

"Sorry," the taciturn man said, "...my wife is a little unstable."

"aunt……"

Qianli, who was also in a complicated and unspeakable mood, still didn't quite get used to the title, "Auntie... is she still like this?"

Three years is really too short.

"It was better a while ago, but..."

Horiguchi Ryuichi seemed to be hesitating whether to say that or not.

He still said: "You are very similar to her, not just in name."

The "she" he was referring to was, of course, Chisato Horiguchi.

Qianli opened her mouth, and once again she had the urge to expose the truth no matter what.

Not like, she is Chisato Horiguchi.

But just like before, an invisible force prevented her from saying these words - people cannot be resurrected after death, she is not Chisato Horiguchi, the one sitting here is Chisa Miyagi.Unlike Fu Sangshen, who does not exist in the common sense of the world, ordinary people should not know such facts.

She is bound by this form of restraint.

"Yes...that's it."

In the end, she could only lower her eyes and speak with some difficulty.His hand became hot, smiling Qingjiang held her hand silently.

"Senior sister and I used to think so too."

Horiguchi Takashi nodded and looked around.

"You should also know that we have moved twice," he sighed. "This place was built nearly half a year ago, so we only moved in a month ago."

"Actually, compared with Yihujian, her mother and I prefer apartments."

Horiguchi Ryuichi said in a low voice.

"It's closer to our companies, but my little girl likes the style of this detached house since she was a child. However, she also thinks that if we don't have time to come back, it would be more uncomfortable to have several floors empty, so I decided to Said to let it go first...it has been delayed until now."

I have a house, and I have time to spend with my family, but the person who expected this result is no longer there.

"Cherish the people in front of you."

Looking past the hand that Aoe put on her hand with a smile on his face, Horiguchi Ryuichi didn't know what to think, and his tone was mixed.

"Don't wait until you lose it to know how to cherish it."

Qianli was at a loss for words for a moment, Qing Jiang was stunned with a smile on his face, and replied softly "Yes".

The doorbell of "Ding Dong" rang, Horiguchi Takaichi hesitated, and got up from the sofa, "It seems that there are still guests coming, I will open the door."

"It's okay." Qianli stood up quickly, "Since there are other guests, we will take our leave first."

She can't stay any longer.

The tip of the nose has been sour, and I'm afraid that if I stay for another minute, I may not be able to bear it.

They followed Horiguchi Takaichi to the door, and as the light from the outside came in, Chisato could see clearly who was standing outside the door.

She subconsciously took a step back.

She has always wanted to meet, but seeing someone at this time is tantamount to someone who might expose her lie.

——Holy Shuangye.

"That, is that friend from the past of the master?"

Standing under the telegraph pole, Qing Jiang with a smiling face pointed to Sheng Futaba who was talking with Horiguchi Ryuichi not far away and asked in a low voice. Seeing Chisato nodded, he said thoughtfully: "It has changed a lot."

It's quite big.

Compared with high school, Futaba has become a lot taller, and her shoulder-length short hair has grown longer, but the most obvious thing is her temperament.

"I can feel it a little bit."

Qianli raised his eyes, "The feeling of a leader."

"Although she still looks like an ordinary student," she said in a voice that neither of them could hear, "actually, she has become the leader of an underground organization here."

Only after she came back did she know the truth that the gods had said that the city was hiding under the surface.

The two organizations that rule here privately - Futaba's father, who never showed up, is the leader of one of them, and the soil spider is the product of the victims of his rival organization's human experiments.In the year after her death, Futaba's father passed away, and Futaba was forced to become the heir. The struggle between the two organizations finally ended with Futaba's side winning.

With Futaba here, at least she doesn't have to worry about her parents' safety.

But now the timing of this encounter is very delicate.

Futaba also obviously hesitated about the two people who appeared here inexplicably, and asked Horiguchi Takaichi to inquire about the situation.As for Futaba, Chisato also heard a few words from Horiguchi Ryuichi. It is said that she had made an appointment to visit on a regular basis, and today happened to be the agreed deadline. Her sudden visit was so surprising that she didn't remember it for a while.

"Sorry for the wait."

After a while, her former friend came over with a smile.

"I've been introduced by my uncle," Futaba said. "It's rare to come here. I'll take you to the station."

"I heard that Ms. Miyagi was also a student of Yushui before?"

As expected, after walking a few meters, Futaba asked this in the first sentence.

"Yes, one class lower than Senior Saint."

Sheng Shuangye just nodded at this.

"Miss Miyagi," she pointedly said, "And this...Mr. Qing Jiang? It doesn't feel very ordinary."

Qianli's eyes moved slightly, and he was about to speak when he heard her speak again.

"However," Futaba smiled, "I'm not going to doubt what you mean."

……Eh?

"Although this is a bit naive, but... there is a feeling that tells me that I should believe you."

Futaba looked at Qianli.

"As long as the letter you wrote to your aunt is true."

"Well," Qianli lowered his eyes, "of course it's true."

"That's enough."

Futaba sighed softly.

"Miss Miyagi feels very familiar to people," she said with nostalgia in her eyes, "If I feel that way, it will only be deeper with uncles and aunts."

"That's what I was thinking too."

Qianli spoke in Futaba's somewhat puzzled eyes.

"Will my appearance like this cause them bad memories?"

"Miss Miyagi said, 'If Chisato is still alive, she should be like this'—is this the way of thinking?" Futaba smiled slightly, "Of course."

"—but I don't think it's a bad thing."

She turned her head and glanced towards Horiguchi's house from the corner of her eye.

"Sometimes, sadness needs to be faced directly, and it's time for uncles and aunts to look more at reality."

"Then I'll send it here, and now I'm going to check on Auntie's status." Futaba seemed to suddenly think of something, "Hmm...can you leave Miss Miyagi's phone number for me? Maybe I need to contact you occasionally in the future."

"Ah, of course."

Futaba lowered her head and entered a series of numbers in the phone, and after a while, Qianli's phone screen also lit up because of a call from an unknown contact.After exchanging contact information and saying a simple goodbye, she looked at Futaba's figure walking back in a hurry, and she didn't know whether it was regret or a sigh of relief.

There was still some distance from the station, and the two continued to walk forward.

"Owner."

"Ok?"

"I didn't hear you mention that letter at the beginning."

"There's nothing to mention, is there?"

"But," his eyes were as clear as ever, "isn't it hard to practice using your right hand again?"

Qianli's footsteps paused imperceptibly, "... so-so."

Chisa Miyagi's handwriting is different from Chisato Horiguchi's because she is left-handed.

She heard from her grandmother that it was said that it was because she cried when she learned to write with her right hand when she was a child. Although nothing was found when she was taken to the hospital, she switched to her left hand over time.She feels that this level is okay now, it may just be that children are particularly sensitive to pain in the past.

"It took a while to get back to the old handwriting, so I didn't come here until today. But I have to do it anyway, because some words must be conveyed to them."

"for example?"

"For example, even though they've been busy with work, I still love them. Besides, in the tone of complaining to a pen pal, saying something that actually kind of wants a brother or sister—"

"Master is lying again."

Thousands of miles cast a glance at him.

"Yeah, I didn't want it at that time. The time and energy that can be allocated to me is so little, how can I have more people come out to share it equally."

"But..." she said softly, "I hope they forget me now."

"Mom and Dad are still in good health. If a new life arrives, the family should be able to live again."

The silence between the two of them was restored for a while, Qian Li had just turned his gaze away when he suddenly felt something touch his lips.

"Varied--"

She widened her eyes because of Qingjiang's light peck at the corner of her mouth with a smile. When she shouted, she realized that it would attract more attention from passers-by, so she quickly lowered her voice.

"What are you doing!" Qianli scolded in a low voice, clenching the pronunciation word by word, "We don't have couples doing this here, at most they just hold hands on the street, everyone is very conservative!"

Fu Sangshen raised his head again with a smile in his eyes.

"But I'm not human," he said.

It's justifiable... a ghost!

"At least let me understand the truth of doing as the Romans do."

"Yes." Facing the angry interrogator, Qing Jiang smiled honestly and compromised, "But just now, the master showed a somewhat lonely expression."

I was taken aback for a thousand miles.

"So I can't help but do something to divert the master's attention."

Threatened and said to laugh at Yan Yan.

"Don't you still have me by the master's side?" He said, "What's more, I don't think I will forget it."

"Just like what that Miss Sheng said, going on with sadness is a way of life." In Qianli's somewhat complicated eyes, he pointed out the worry in her heart as always, "So, even if the current The master has reminded them of the fact that their daughter is not there, so they won't completely refuse to see the master again, will they?"

As if responding to his words, the vibration in her pocket made Qianli's eyes move, and she hurriedly touched the phone.

"……you're right."

After a long while, she looked at the content of the text message and raised the corners of her lips.

"It's because I left in a hurry and didn't have time to ask for the phone number, so I got it from Futaba and invited me to be a guest if I have time in the future."

Qing Jiang raised his eyebrows with a smile, "What did I say?" on his face.

"Did the master just say," he said, "'at most it's just holding hands'?"

Looking at the hand he stretched out in front of him, Qianli saw through his meaning and laughed dumbfounded.

She put her hands on it.

There is still a long way to go.

she thinks.

There is still a long way to go, waiting for them to walk slowly like this.