I am now on the ladder, pinching my waist and frowning as I look up at the net-like branches.
Because I have learned from the past, my ribs twitched and hurt when I saw them, which made me dare not use a pocket watch to turn back their time.
"Ah, you're here." At this time, I heard Ms. Bing Xin's shallow greeting below.
He must be an acquaintance, I thought to myself, looking down.
What a coincidence, that person also looked up at me at this time. I took a look, good guy, isn’t this Rabindranath Tagore!
I pursed my lips and held my pocket watch at a loss.
"Hello..." I smiled awkwardly.
Tagore seemed to be shocked. His snow-white beard was stretched to a long length, and then he finally recovered. After the dramatic change in his expression, he frowned and said, "Watanabe, why are you here?"
"Ah... I'm here to help Ms. Bing Xin, weed, weed..." I was so nervous that I stuttered.
"Weeding," Tagore said sarcastically, "Boy, tell me, how do you do it?"
"I, I don't know either..." I stared.
Tagore's expression at this time looked like he was looking at his useless grandson.
"You," he pointed at me with his crutch, "come down, I'll do it!"
"Ah, okay, Mr. Tagore!" I got down the stairs in a hurry.
Among them, I even heard Bing Xin’s faint smile.
I scratched the back of my head in shame and looked up at Tagore.
I saw Tagore climbing up the ladder, his steps as steady as an old man. He climbed to the top of the ladder, raised his crutch and touched the branch lightly. The note squirmed a few times in displeasure as if it felt something.
Immediately, Tagore muttered something in his mouth, and after a ray of light, feathers fell down like white snow. They are exposed to the bright sunshine, as romantic as many girls' dream weddings.
Looking at this scene, I forgot where I was for a moment, and couldn't help but sigh: It's the same superpower, but why is someone else's so powerful?
Tagore glanced at me condescendingly, knocked his cane lightly, and his whole body turned into white feathers and appeared beside us.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Tagore, I'm back alive." I whispered in Tagore's ear.
"Boy of Mafia, you have escaped with your life twice, but it may not happen the next time." Tagore frowned and his beard trembled.
I smiled lightly and turned around to find that Bing Xin was still immersed in the romance of feathers. I turned around and continued to chat with ease.
"By the way, why do you hate me so much?"
"Humph." His beard twitched again, but there was no further explanation. No matter how I asked, he would never reply to me.
"Okay!" I stood up clearly.
"Now that Miyabu has come to the door, don't act like a retard."
"Huh?" Tagore's words made me stagger again, even though I was already feeling calm.
Why is this old man so strange? I thought to myself.
"Don't think that you can come back alive in the past because you are lucky."
I was stunned, and the smile on my face could no longer be suppressed, and gradually appeared.
It turns out that this is what happened...
"Ah, this matter is really troublesome Mr. Tagore. It is thanks to you that I have been able to escape death so many times."
Originally I thought that Tagore and I were in two different organizations and the situations were completely opposite.
Looking at it this way, Tagore seemed to be interested in helping me.
Thinking about it carefully, no matter which time I met him. He had a way to put me to death, but he didn't. On the contrary, he secretly helped me again and again.
Although I don’t know why, I always feel relieved.
"It's so beautiful...Mr. Rabindranath Tagore's Bird Collection." Bing Xin said with an intoxicated smile. After speaking, she gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her fingers.
"Hey, by the way, where did you send these things?" I slammed my fist on the palm of my hand and asked.
Tagore didn’t reply to my words, or even look back at me.
"I remember there was a latte today." He asked after thinking for a long time with his hands behind his back.
"Yes, yes, I'm going to prepare a drink right now." Bing Xin couldn't help but nodded.
I looked at Bing Xin's face and was stunned.
Her smile looked like that of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, full of youthful vitality. The warm sunshine in June is probably not as good as any uneven ravine on her face.
"Do you want Si Ye too?"
"If you can, please bring me a glass of hot milk."
"no problem!"
"Good work."
…
After drinking the hot milk, I rubbed my satisfied stomach, bowed my hands under Tagore’s resentful eyes, and said goodbye to Hoshino Satoru Bookstore.
At this time, the night has ended.
Takumo's colleagues at the detective agency have already gone home, so I don't think I have to go back in a hurry. Report or something, let’s talk about it then!
"We meet again." A familiar voice sounded from behind.
I turned my head and saw that the short orange hair was shining brightly against the light. The man grasped the top hat with his hands and clasped it tightly on his chest, his blue pupils were calm and powerful.
"Mr. Chuuya." I waved my hand in greeting.
At this time, I seemed calm, but actually I was panicking inside.
"Would you like to go have a drink together?"
"But I can't drink just yet."
"Warm milk will do, too."
"Then, let's go."
I looked at Chuuya's eager eyes and knew in my heart that I could no longer refuse, so I nodded and agreed.
I followed Chuuya, turning left and right, and ended up at Mafia's commercial street. I raised my eyes nervously, and found that Chuuya's expression was always calm, and he didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with this.
Later, we entered a bar that looked extremely expensive.
Its door is open to the outside, and people sitting inside can enjoy the night view and all kinds of passers-by while sipping wine.
"Cadre Zhongye." The bar owner was also well-dressed, and he wished he could wear eight rings on one hand.
"As usual, I'll add a glass of hot milk today." Chuuya nodded.
"Hot milk?" the boss repeated in surprise, obviously not noticing my presence.
"Yeah, right." Chuuya nodded, patted my shoulder, and motioned for me to sit by the window.
I pursed my lips and walked away under the boss's increasingly surprised gaze.
Hiss, why do I feel like I'm being fucked by a girl?
We sat down at our seats and it didn't take long for the drinks to be served. Zhongya drank the wine one mouthful at a time without saying a word, just letting the endless fireworks illuminate his profile.
"Not long after you left, Dazai defected." After a while, Chuuya raised the topic.
"Well..." I didn't say anything else.
"You really can't remember anything?"
"terribly sorry."
"It's okay," Chuuya shook his head, his hair shimmering with warmth, "It's just...after you left with him, I can't seem to find a few close friends in Mafia."
"Looking back again, it turned out to be a confrontation." He took a deep breath.
"I really hate this feeling, but this kind of thing always happens one after another... Your name is Watanabe Siye now, right? Then I will call you that too from now on. Start over, Siye, Mafia will always be here Waiting for you here."
Fireworks and music intertwined, shining together with loneliness that night.
I nodded slightly, bitterness spreading in my mouth.
Really, Kirihara Sawa was obviously just an accident, why are you so serious?
