[Comprehensive] Today's Yokohama is also very flat!

Yoko was about to explode.

She was so angry that she could call Dazai Dad!

"Huh?" Dazai was pulled by his sleeve, and looked back at Yoko blankly, "I'm not—"

"It turns out that Mr. Dazai has a child, and the child is still this old?"

The fashionable girl looked at Dazai in surprise, then at Yoko.

"No, I really didn't—"

Dazai's words were interrupted by Yoko again.

"Mom said that if Dad dares to deny it, he will carry you away."

With a straight face, Yoko lifted Dazai high above his head with his hands scooped up again and again.

"Eh--?!!!"

Yoko held Dazai horizontally, and ran away in a swish.

"...Miss, can you put me down first if you have something to say? We can have a good talk."

As soon as Dazai spoke, the wind poured out of his mouth.

Yoko ignored him, like a hardworking ant carrying food several times bigger than herself, and ran all the way to the beach, she let go of her hand.

"Plop --!!!"

She threw Dazai directly into the water.

The water level on the edge of the harbor was not deep, Dazai struggled to stand up like a soaked chicken, the water was not up to his waist.

And the strange girl folded her arms and stared at him, raised her chin and let out a haughty "hum", and ran away angrily.

Dazai looked confused:? ? ?

·

Yoko just wants to be alone for a while now.

She walked to Leibo Street.

The righteous school is the same as before, not much has changed.Now it is class time, no one can be seen on the campus, there are two brass statues at the school gate, one is the head of a god dog, and the other is Yoko's own statue.

The statue seemed to have been eroded by the wind, and the face of the person could not be seen. On the base were various trophies, certificates, admission notices, and a bunch of beautifully packaged white daisies that looked a little withered.

Yoko huddled in the corner behind the statue, raised his head and covered his eyes.

She's like a cat licking its wounds by itself after being wounded.

"Meow~"

A three-colored cat jumped off the statue and landed on Yoko's lap. After staring at her for a few seconds, it stuck out its tongue and licked her fingers.

Yoko picked up the cat and buried his face in its soft fur.

She didn't cry, but there was something stuck in her heart, which made her more desperate than crying.

The cat stretched out its small paw and placed it gently on the top of Yoko's head, as if to say: cheer up.

When the school bell rang, the students returned to the dormitory with their schoolbags on their backs, or went out to work at the school, and there were continuous footsteps around them, and no one looked into the shadow behind the statue.

Yoko quietly hugged the cat and leaned there, not wanting to move very much.

After an unknown amount of time, probably at dusk, she heard footsteps again.

The man walked up to the statue and seemed to have placed something light and light in front of the statue.

Yoko smelled lilies and daisies.

She finally moved, slowly crawled out from behind the statue, and saw a familiar face as soon as she poked her head——

Sunshine-like long hair, jewel-like blue eyes, only less than four centimeters taller than Yoko...

It is Zhongye.

He was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand, apparently he also brought the dried flowers before.

Seeing Yoko, Chuya visibly froze for a moment.

"you……"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Yoko disappeared.

She doesn't dare to meet acquaintances now, because she is afraid of seeing the strangeness on the other's face again.Because of this, she didn't see the astonishment in the other person's eyes, and the sentence that blurted out——

"Ah Heng?!"

·

As the sun rose again, Yoko felt himself come alive again.She is an optimistic and cheerful fighter Yokohama, how can she be defeated by a small difficulty.

Although a little sad, she thought about it all night, and now she is very open.

Memory is something that may or may not be retrieved.But it doesn't matter, you can't get it back, you can create a new one.

Since she was able to create bonds in the past, she must be able to do so now.

She first went to the righteous school to re-polish the statue, and carve out the parts that were eroded by the wind according to her own appearance.

Handmade expert Yoko sauce, I am no longer afraid of these.

She was even able to make the bronze statue look more like herself than before.

Imagine that when it is time to go to school, the students will be surprised when they pass by the door—the principal's portrait at the door is not only completely new, but also has a face.

After dealing with the statue, she went to the stationery store to buy three sets of letter paper and envelopes, and wrote three identical letters to Fukuzawa Yukichi of Butei, Mori Ogai of Hong Kong Black, and Taneda of the Supernatural Secret Service Division——

"Sincerely

I wish your company more and more prosperity.

Thanks to your long-term care, your company's help and maintenance of this city, I am very grateful.

Here, regarding the development of Yokohama, I will visit you in person in three days. Sorry for the inconvenience.

I wish you all good health and a happy life.

Yokohama

Yoko thought for a long time about the wording of the letter.After all, these bigwigs cannot be made to think that Yokohama is illiterate.

...although she is.

To be a human being has to be proactive, and to be a conscious city, one should be even more proactive.

Now that there is no restriction of Gao Tianyuan, and the seal was released six years ago, Yoko feels that he can live a high-profile life.

She left so many traces in this world, yet was easily forgotten by others. To be honest, she was aggrieved. She felt like she had finally reached the full level and then opened her eyes but returned to Xinshou Village.

If you say forget it, forget it, do you think she has no temper?

The choice of being born or entering the world is originally a matter of thought.This time I will play something big, so that the whole world will remember her.

In Yoko's prediction, the tripartite organization that received the letter would hold an emergency meeting before her visit. Although Ango Sakaguchi was also among the amnesiac population, his ability would prove the authenticity of the letter.

Yoko handed the letter to the three-colored cat who had been following her. The cat held the envelope in its mouth, rubbed its tail on the back of Yoko's hand, turned around and disappeared into the street.

She pursed her lips and murmured, "Please, Mr. Natsume."

In the end, Yoko stood guard on the streets that Dazai must pass through.

Calling someone "Dad" yesterday in a fit of rage, she felt that she was at a disadvantage, and she had to take advantage of it no matter what.

"How do you plan to take advantage?"

Fuyuki asked her on the phone.

"Um... chased him, slept with him, then dumped him, and let this scumbag hug my thigh in tears and say 'Dad, I was wrong, please get back together!'"

"And I—" Yoko patted his chest, and said in a bold and unrestrained tone: "I will leave him without looking back, and go to find my second spring!"

Regarding this daydream full of slots, Fuyuki said: "Okay, as long as you are happy."

·

The investigator of the Armed Detective Agency, a 24-year-old young talent (self-appointed) Dazai Osamu, was recently crazily touched by a slut.

This woman was young, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with blond hair, blue eyes, a blue cloak, fair skin, and a bit of mixed race appearance-although she was a little short, she was generally a beauty.

Dazai was sure he hadn't seen her before, much less one of those women he'd made cry.

If she was more mature, or in three to five years, Dazai might invite her to die in love.But now, no matter how much he despises such a JK who looks a bit perverted, he will not attack minors.

Dazai has a good track record.

As an old Lai who has been avoiding debtors all year round, a fake social animal who fishes and does not want to be caught by Kunikida, a former Hong Kong gangster cadre who is crazily chased by fanboys, and a sinful man with enemies and loves in Yokohama, if he doesn’t know how to follow , Grave head grass is probably several meters high.

The streets and alleys of Yokohama have long been memorized, and Dazai walked around in circles.

As a result, just after turning a corner, she appeared in front of her eyes again.

It can be called haunted.

Speaking of Pengci, this girl didn't do it too obviously. When he approached or passed by, she fell directly to the ground and showed an expression of "I'm so weak.jpg".

Dazai walked past her without turning a blind eye.

"...Isn't this guy, the one who said he was going to save people, did he react when he saw someone fainted on the road?"

Dazai's ears are very good, and he paused when he heard the girl's indignant thoughts behind him.

He sighed helplessly, turned around and walked up to Yoko, looking down at her.

"Miss, I'm not interested in minors."

Yoko patted the dirt on the cloak, stood up and said with a smile, "I'm an adult, but my face is tender."

She also carried a bottle of Shaoxing wine that she had bought from Mao earlier.

"I invite you to drink, dare to come?"

Dazai's eyes sank slightly, and his gaze fell on Yoko's face like a deep pool, as if he wanted to find something from the depths of her expression.

Then he shrugged: "Then respect is worse than obedience."

The two of them didn't go to the tavern, they just found a bench in Yamashita Park - facing the very familiar shore, it was the place where Dazai was thrown into the water by Yoko yesterday.

Yoko bit the cork off the bottle with his teeth, first took a sip from the bottle, then stuffed the bottle into Dazai's arms, raising his eyebrows mischievously.

"I've already proved that I didn't poison you."

——So you dare to kiss indirectly... You really dare to rely on it!When I was not around, how many women did you have such ambiguous behaviors? Wow!

Dazai took a sip slowly, and saw the girl puffed her cheeks, and seemed to be even more angry.

She looks so cute when she is angry, it makes people want to poke the girl's bun face very much.

Yoko snatched the bottle back from his hand, and blew half of the bottle with his head straight up like a drunk.

Although I know that I will be drunk, I will lose control when I get drunk, and may even speak out what is in my heart.But... she is really uncomfortable.

Even if she thinks about it, cheers herself up, and decides to re-create the bond, but she probably knows best what kind of mood she has to do those things this day.

Out of emotional considerations, even if the whole world forgets her, she hopes that Dazai will be the only one who can remember her.

Alcohol always amplifies sensibility.

Holding the half-empty bottle, Yoko burped, and tears burst out of his eyes.

"Why did you forget me too?"

"You clearly said you would never forget."

She wiped her eyes indiscriminately, and whimpered, "Wow... big liar, liar, I don't want to like you T﹏T"

Said not to like him, but still took his hand.

"Azhi, I'm so sad, please coax me."

She leaned her head on Dazai's shoulder, rubbed it against each other, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm easy to coax, as long as you coax me, I will be happy."

Dazai watched the girl shed tears in silence, after a while, he reached out his hand to hug her hesitantly, and patted her on the back.

"Then tell me first, who am I?"

Yoko straightened up, his sea-like eyes reflected the tall and mature figure of the young man.

Her eyelashes trembled, and a slightly salty kiss with tears in her eyes fell on the corner of Dazai's lips.

—Who are you to me?

There is a garden tree in my heart, and I see it sprouting, its leaves gradually luxuriant, and its rotten wood grow new branches, and I see it now graceful and graceful.

that is you.