Personality was once a disqualification in the world[Comprehensive]

In order to try a greater adventure, Shuji Tsushima went to the mysterious forest and ate a piece of (legendary) mermaid meat.

Later she found out that it was true.

Mermaids are immortal creatures.

"How long will your lifespan be?" Shuji Tsushima took a puff of a cigarette, "What would you think if you stepped into the grave and I was still young and young?" The young woman gasped and choked on the opposite The man said, "I mean, I found that I don't seem to be going to die." She felt that this statement was more understandable.

The other party will understand, right?

"No one can escape from death, mortals are mortal." Hong Yansi stared at those thin lips.People with thin lips are fickle.Then his eyes fell on the other party's pointed eyebrows, and the hairline was as sharp as a knife.Misfortune.

Shuji Tsushima stroked the small scar under his lips with his fingers.There is fresh flesh, and there is a faint blue circle around the scar.

"I personally think you're just out of your mind." Hong Yansi squinted at the other party, trying to read the disappointment that the prank failed from the familiar but unfamiliar face.

No.

Shuji Tsushima tightened his jaw.

"Really?" She squirmed her lips, and a small strand of black hair fell around her lips.The light cast a black shadow on her body, and there were black bug-like lines clinging to her not-so-high nose bridge.

"But how can you deny it?" the woman asked again.She raised her upper body, and the petticoat of her lower body was bent in a big arc.She pokes the slim lady's cigarette into the ashtray--it's a pretty receptacle.She pressed it with her fingers.

Hong Yansi's eyebrows twitched.There was not much expression on the young man's face, and all the emotions slipped back along the facial muscles.Maybe it's hidden in the hair.

"Did you take the wrong medicine today? Or who made you angry?" He couldn't figure it out.

"I'm more of a honey fizz. Also, people just want to have a nice date with me when they see me."

Honey sizzling, huh?

"I thought you knew your current identity very well." Hong Yansi pursed his lips, and there was a small patch of deep red in the center of his lips (perhaps because of the added effect of shadow, the color became darker).

Shuji Tsushima was still pressing his finger against the newly formed small scar.

"Identity...Identity." She had a half-smile, "Is it your wife?"

Hong Yanji nodded reservedly.But behind this indifferent action, there is some elation.

The future Patriarch of the Hong family is still a young man.

Koyanji got married three years ago.

Those black shadows swayed under the light, covering the woman's face.

But Hong Yanji knew that the other party had unfeeling lips and eyebrows with a sense of fate.He has touched it countless times, felt the touch, and shocked himself.He knew what sweet words could come out of that mouth, but he couldn't utter a single sweet word.Those eyebrows can be mocking, but rarely have a gentle arc.

But Hong Yansi was fascinated by such a face.

The worm of love was crawling rapidly in his veins.

"But what does that have to do with me dating someone else? Instead of living with a coffin face like yours, I might as well find a beautiful lady to die in love." Shuji Tsushima smiled triumphantly.

The redhead wrinkled his nose slightly.

"You don't like it."

"You won't like it. You're obviously afraid of death. Of course, I don't think you'll really do it to yourself."

Koyanji saw each other for the first time on the bridge in London.As a traveler from a foreign country, every muscle in his face was out of place with this place.

London, England, capital of fog.He saw the huge Tower of London, the tower used to imprison political criminals and house royal treasures, standing quietly in one corner.The black raven tamed by the queen on the top of the tower croaked.

He was standing in the middle of the bridge, just below a small boat passing by.When the boat passed under him, the loud sound of entering the water attracted attention.

Hong Yansi stared at the rippled surface of the water.

The first thing to come out of the water is a shoe.Black high-heeled shoes with a rather round heel.

A man like him would never understand a woman's mind.

—Maybe it was the designer's idea.

The black wet skirt floated and sank in the water.

suicide?

Probably another group of guys who are down and out and don't want to struggle anymore.

He walked away quickly.

A pitch-black eyeball mixed with brown-yellow swirled in its socket.The guy who fell into the water earlier rose from the bottom effortlessly, wet black hair against every inch of skin.

"People's hearts are cold." The drowning man sniffed and swam towards the river bank.

Hong Yansi missed many men and women with high nose bridges and prominent cheekbones.He didn't fit in London - maybe any country other than Japan.Flat faces from the East don't fit in with everyone.

"Sir, onedoller." A man squatting on the ground called out to him.Maybe he was still looking at the overly dazzling red hair of the stranger.

Hong Yansi knew that it was a beggar.

One of the common expressions of beggars.

The head of Hongyan was not low, and walked straight forward.

"Costa" his destination.A well-known coffee shop.Another meaning of well-known is expensive.

Many small wooden doors are lined up, and the glass windows have been polished to shine.

He doesn't like coffee.But who let the connector set the location there?

When the Japanese man approached the cafe, almost half of the men and women stopped talking and looked at him.

"Hishairissocool!" a ginger-haired man whistled.

Hong Yanji wrinkled his nose lightly.He looked around the store, hoping to find a woman from the same country as him.

The connector is a Japanese woman.They are professional heroes, working for the country.

But it's a pity that the people here are all British.That...maybe from France?he thought uncertainly.In Koyanji's view, most foreigners look exactly the same.

After not finding anyone for about a minute, he decided to sit down and wait a little longer.

It seems that the connector is an unpunctual guy.

Koyanji, who had always regarded punctuality as one of his principles, hadn't met that woman yet, and his affection for her had dropped to a very low level.

The hands on the pocket watch (sorry he's such a retro man) tick-tocked twice.

The staff working at the front desk saw that the foreign man had been slow to order, so he couldn't help but took the menu and walked over to him.

"Sir, can I help you?" he asked.

But it was a woman who answered him.

"Two cups of black coffee."

The female voice broke the man's silent thoughts.Hongyan raised his eyes, and the first thing he saw was the other party's terrible outfit.

Drenched all over, both the hair and the dress were twisted into a messy arc.

Did she go swimming just now?Koyanji marveled at his cold humor.

Not funny at all, however.

"I seem to be late." The woman smiled softly, but there was no trace of guilt on her face, but a strange emotion similar to joy. "I think the black coffee here is good, but I prefer lemon and honey water."

Hong Yansi felt that this time the connector might not be reliable.

The foreword does not match the afterword.

At this time, the waiter brought up two cups of coffee.

"May I have a towel (can I have a towel?)" the woman asked at that moment.

"Certainly, madam. (Of course, madam.)"

Koyanji never touched the cup of coffee.

He doesn't like coffee.The strong bitter taste of black coffee also made him uncomfortable.

He ran all the way from Japan to England to do business.

"Mingos said, that's why I came here." The red-haired man tapped the table with his knuckles, and there was no gentleness in his eyes.He looked so serious and prim.

The woman shrugged and wiped her hair carelessly with a towel.

"Actually, I think this code is quite stupid." The thin lips twisted and spit out contemptuous words.

Koyanji stroked the handle of the cup with his fingers.

This woman is so verbose.

A woman senses this in the emotions that the other person radiates.

The two resolved the issue very quickly.

But when it was time to pay, the dark-haired woman dug into her pockets and found only a few dead beetles (perhaps some beetle specimens).

Hong Yansi paid.

"Oops." The woman murmured softly, "Can you lend me some money by the way? Maybe it will be repaid."

However, debt repayment is justified.The woman reads this in the other person's eyes.

"Just treat it as a reward for attending my funeral early, okay? Anyway, you saw me commit suicide by jumping off the bridge just now." The woman waved her hand.

So the high heels and skirt floating on the water just now belonged to her?

Hong Yansi never imagined that there would be such a brazen person in the world.

He coldly took out a stack of money and put it in the other party's palm.

Hope never to deal with this person again.

"So you men are really fickle." Akashi Moli also poured a cup of tea for her husband.

"At the beginning, you don't want to get involved in death, but later on, I don't know who moved first." Akashi family, one of the three imperial families in Japan, and Akashi Seijuro's wife Jasmine also said briskly, "But Aji doesn't care. Not the kind of person who takes the initiative." As Shuji Tsushima's former close friend, Akashi Moli can almost be sure.

Patriarch Akashi, this young man with rose-colored hair, said from a male perspective: "Once a woman is fascinated by a man, it is beyond redemption. Love at first sight and love at second sight are old stalks, but they are indeed very old. Be applicable."

"You are reading A Zhi's "Beauty"*." Jasmine also laughed.She took out the thin book from the bookshelf beside it: the cover was dominated by black and gray.

"[Once a woman is fascinated by a man, it is a land of eternal doom. Love at first sight and love at second sight is an old stalk, but it is really applicable.]" Akashi Moli also turned a page, "[Men are always I think this kind of love is absolute, but except for some special obsessions - it is quite easy for a woman to get rid of a man. It is not impossible for women to lose a man, on the contrary, they are happier.]”

Jasmine's cute tone broke her husband's point of view, "You can't take it out of context." She closed the book and stroked the author's name on the cover.

—— Osamu Dazai

Akashi Seijuro smiled incredulously.This man has always been serious and rarely smiles.

"You laughed." Jasmine also smiled back, "Azhi's book is really quite interesting, isn't it?"

Even Akashi Seijuro, who has always been known for his unsmiling (or human face and animal heart), smiled.

"It's so interesting that this quarter I'm going to invest in Fuyueda, where Mr. Osamu Dazai works." Seijuro Akashi flipped through the pile of thick paper materials at hand, "But once the author has money, he will let himself be addicted to it." Entertaining, not writing."

Debauchery is a common social phenomenon.

Take a look at Mr. Fu Jian, who returned to his job and continued to paint his masterpiece "Hunter×Hunter" every time he was too poor to get rid of the pot (lost all playing mahjong).Although his behavior of running away after drawing is very disgusting, every time the manga is updated, there are still [-] readers who are willing to jump into the pit.

"If the author doesn't give money, who would like to write while squatting in a dilapidated house and drinking the northwest wind?" The struggle of contradictions is vividly displayed here.

"Then dial a small amount first."

It's so small that it doesn't make the author drunk, but it's so big that it gives those pigeon spirits a motivation to move forward.

However, Akashi Seijuro seems to have forgotten—probably because the pleasant chat made him forget the important point—Mr. Dazai Osamu never cared about the money earned from writing.

In other words, she's a pigeon that won't give in for money.

Mr. Osamu Dazai has not released a new work for three months.

On this day, the sun was shining brightly, and there were summer cicadas on the trees.

A boy stood at the gate of Xiongying High School.Looking up, he only felt that this academy was extremely great.

"Mr. Hong, are you still here in a daze?" the boy with seaweed hair said and patted him on the shoulder lightly.

Hong Jiaodong came back to his senses.

"I'm just thinking," the boy with red and white hair hesitated, showing a posture that was different from the cold image he set up for others. "Can I find her figure here?"

——The mother who disappeared for 15 years.

The author has something to say: The book "Beauty" does not exist

The relationship between the Hong family in this article is not the one in the original work. Hong Jiaodong is the only child of Shuji Tsushima and Yanji Hong, so there are no brothers and sisters in the original work in this article.And Shuji Tsushima ran away after giving birth (hey)

Green Valley and Hong are probably friends!Worse than a bamboo horse!

Akashi Moli is also an original character, not very important.

Everyone knows that Dazai Osamu's original name in the third dimension is Shuji Tsushima... right?

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04.06, the thing I regret most in this article is that I pulled this pair of broken cp, can you think that I didn't have this thing at the beginning... I didn't write about the father and son of the Hong family at all... Fuck, where is love.

And I didn't read any special codes, so I didn't know [the book] was such a thing... Fuck. ——In fact, I think most people are not true ()

Then, the next article is this: As a big brother of women's clothing, I have become a social animal [Comprehensive].

The scp containment foundation is a good thing.