On the Possibility of Zai He with Black Time

The sea breeze passing through the street is filled with the smell of humidity.

The leaden gray clouds intertwined with an unusually coherent density at some point, quickly occupying the entire sky of the port, never letting go of a gap for breathing.On such a cloudy day, the buildings on the entire street seem to be shrouded in a grayish filter like old newspapers.

There is a normal business sign in front of a cafe, the lights inside are bright, the European-style tables and chairs are arranged neatly and elegantly, the boss is standing in front of the counter and brewing coffee elegantly, which can be heard clearly in the quiet environment The sound of bubbles coming out of the steam pipe of the coffee machine.

Accompanied by the emotional jazz music, the soothing and soft melody flows in the ears, and the street scene outside the door suddenly becomes two different worlds, gradually making people forget the loss of time.

It's a pity that due to the bad weather, today's customer source is a bit deserted. Not long after, one of the few customers in the store also picked up his briefcase, opened the door and left the cafe in a hurry.

The man's expression was a little inexplicably anxious and gloomy, as if an invisible beast was chasing after him, forcing him to think too much, only knowing that he was rushing to the next destination very quickly.

The girl sitting in the deck watched the man disappear at the end of the field of vision through the floor-to-ceiling windows, then silently took out her mobile phone, tapped the keyboard with her fingertips, and sent someone a 'target confirmation' email.

She is a girl with exquisite facial features and a slightly plain expression. She is wearing a plain white windbreaker, with soft black hair hanging on her chest. The lone cloud moon hanging high only refracts a circle of faint blue light at the edge of the iris.

Maybe it's because of the style of her outfit and her indifferent expression, which makes her whole person look like a alienation and coldness that strangers should not get close to.She is sitting quietly in the seat by the window at this moment, with her chin resting on one hand, her sense of existence seems to be deprived of her entire body, causing her whole body to form a space that is separated from the original real world, and that no one else can set foot on. spiritual realm.

If she didn't make a sound, probably even the boss would unknowingly forget about the existence of this person.

But thanks to this, she was virtually isolated from many meaningless strike-ups.

Otherwise, she may have to answer some boring questions such as 'Why don't you go to school at this age and sit in a cafe'.

Speaking of which, the last person who asked her this question happened to be her target person, and he is no longer in this world.

In fact, this question is not a taboo or minefield that cannot be mentioned, it is simply because there is no meaning even if an answer is given.

From the very beginning, she has been a character wandering in the extraordinary world.

Every day and every night, I live in the grotesque gaps to seek survival, and what I do is the work that runs counter to the so-called light.

Applying the standards of ordinary people to her, in terms of the result, it is a ridiculous joke that cannot be verified.

After sending the email, she didn't care whether the person who was keen to wear a vest and soak in the chat room every day received it or not, so she just threw the phone back into the windbreaker pocket on the left side where the gloves were stored, and lowered her head to entertain herself. Bite the straw to drink coffee.

Cappuccino is a combination of espresso and dense milk foam, and sprinkle some small particles of cinnamon powder on top of the espresso. Usually, the correct way to drink this kind of milk foam coffee needs to be poured up and down. Only two floors can be entered at the same time to experience the perfect combination of milk foam and coffee.

If you drink it with a straw, it will ruin its unique taste of thick and light, but even so, she still chooses to do it.

Because I really can't resist the habit of biting straws.

Ogihara Shimoha, that is, the girl, whose inner world is completely different from her own appearance, is currently flashing these words quite actively.

A few minutes later, a rainstorm finally arrived as expected.

There was no thunder, no lightning, and the raindrops slapped on the floor-to-ceiling windows, quickly blurring the street view outside the window, the mottled colors of the walls of the buildings in the distance, and the paint on the surfaces of the cars parked by the roadside, all of which turned into different scenes. Very clear color blocks are reflected in the glass windows of the cafe.

Shuangye looked sideways at the hazy rain outside the window, and a trace of imperceptible dullness suddenly appeared in her eyes.

Ah, she forgot to bring an umbrella when she went out.

Although it doesn't matter if you just walk back in the rain, but the whole process is still too eye-catching, maybe people will mistake it for a girl who ran away from home, and then be pulled by a kind passer-by go to the police station.

The worst thing is that she will be claimed by an intelligence dealer who doesn't know where he got the news, and he will definitely hold her belly and laugh until she dies, and after bringing her back to his apartment Will not give up easily.

Don't ask her why she knows.

The above scenario has already been experienced by Shuangye, it is simply a dark history as gloomy as a human tragedy.

Thinking that such a brutal scene might happen, Shuangye felt extreme resistance.

So do you want to take a taxi back?

However, this idea only stayed in Shuangye's mind for a moment, and was quickly rejected by a single shot.

No, it's impossible, it's impossible to take a taxi again in this life.

Shuang Ye, who had left a psychological shadow, let her eyes go blank, staring at her own face reflected on the window, and fell into a situation where she was helpless.

The heavy rain outside the window became more and more torrential, and the scene of the raindrops falling on the ground was like a continuous straight line without interruption.

Some of the guests who were still sitting here had already left, walking in the rain with their umbrellas open, and heading back home.Because of the reduced voices in the cafe, the air became more sparse and desolate.

At this moment, the iron wind chime hanging at the door of the cafe made a series of pleasant sounds.

There was a burst of damp water vapor blowing in from outside, and someone pushed the door and walked in.

The person who hurried into the cafe to take shelter from the rain had short copper-colored hair and unshaven stubble on his chin. He looked like a young man in his early twenties.He was wearing a sand-colored windbreaker similar to Frost Leaf, and his shoulders were already dizzy with water stains due to the wetness of the rain.He stood on the carpet at the door for a while, then carefully lifted the hem of his clothes, revealing a slightly fat three-colored cat under the windbreaker.

Compared with the youth's preconceived and decadent temperament, this action seems unexpectedly gentle.

He walked to the counter and nodded to the boss, as if negotiating something, and then the boss who was wiping the cup with a rag happily smiled and reached some kind of agreement with him.

The young man breathed a sigh of relief.

Just when he was about to sit down anywhere with the cat in his arms, someone suddenly called his name in the shop.

"Help."

This voice obviously came from a young girl, and there was a clean texture in the voice, like a serenade played in a deserted night.Oda Sakunosuke was taken aback for a moment, and after looking around the store, he finally found the source of the sound in a booth in a remote corner.

The moment he saw the girl, a little indescribable softness appeared in his surprised eyes, and he called out her name in a nostalgic tone——

"Frost Leaf."

The beautiful accident brought about by the heavy rain finally came at this moment.

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