The main Hokage man will only hinder my speed in making hand seals

The air seemed a little stagnant.

For a moment, it was hard to tell whether the sound of the rain was louder or someone's emotions were louder.

Dazai suddenly realized that this was how Haruwa understood his emotions.

"No."

It's not that I don't want to see her, nor am I unhappy.

Dazai stared at Haruka and emphasized again seriously: "It's nice to meet you."

Qinghe tilted his head in confusion. Isn't this considered unhappy?

Although he said this, his expression clearly did not show happiness.

It’s hard to understand. Qinghe doesn’t want to embarrass himself now.

She took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly: "You are so weird."

In fact, Qinghe didn’t quite understand it before.

What Dazai really wanted seemed to be different from the emotions he conveyed.

What his mouth says is different from what his eyes want to express.

"I don't understand what the contradiction is."

Others fail because of different values, lack of material foundation, or worldly obstacles.

But these problems don't exist between her and Dazai at all.

So the bottom line is that it must have been wrong from the beginning.

"Later, I didn't want to think about it anymore. Anyway, I just had to finish the journey."

Isn't it wonderful that there are no obstacles in their way? It's just that the destination is different.

"I went back that day." Dazai said suddenly.

He looked at Haruka: "...You said you would wait for me."

But when he ran back with all his might, his memory was instantly tampered with.

He stood by the river bank, his heart beating so fast as if it was about to explode, but he was so confused that he didn't know what he was doing.

"Ah..." Qinghe felt embarrassed as if he had been caught: "Sorry."

Well, she was wrong to lie to him.

Dazai didn't know why he wanted to hear that embarrassing answer, but he still asked: "Do you like me because... I am him?"

He knew that he could not separate himself from the past, but this complex emotion of happiness and sadness made him unable to help but question himself again and again.

Is it love or guilt? Can she really tell the difference?

Qinghe was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "No."

What? It turns out he cares about this issue.

"Actually, I can't quite tell. I feel like you're just missing a memory."

"But the different emotions are because of who you are now."

"Hmm... when exactly does it start?"

Suddenly having to get to the bottom of things, Qinghe had to think carefully.

"Maybe it was the day you went to Kunugigaoka, and you said, 'I'll take you home.' At that time, I was thinking—"

"Hey, so fake."

"How could someone call the space where two people who are scheming against each other live together a "home"?"

Qinghe finds it unbelievable when she thinks about it now. She doesn’t understand how people can be so reckless.

"Even though I know this is a lousy emotional card, I still put it on the table to disgust the other person."

Can he be happy by disgusting her?

But then Haruwa looked at Dazai and realized that he didn't seem to be joking at all.

What a weird person. That’s what Qinghe thought at that time.

"But then again, I thought, it's not so bad. After all, you're quite interesting."

Then one day, Qinghe realized belatedly - oh, it turned out that it was because of love.

"By the time I realized it clearly, it was already..." I didn't want to let go.

Qinghe stretched her hand out of the umbrella, and the rain gathered in her palm, but she still couldn't hold back any of it.

She took her hand back and smiled again: "Well, there are too many things that have no results, so it's not bad to just consider it an open ending."

Just think of it as after [To be continued], everyone got what they wanted.

"That's great, eh, Dazai."

The rain seemed to be getting lighter. As the sound of the rain became gentler, my heartbeat became louder.

“You said before.” Dazai carefully thought out what he wanted to say: “As long as we like each other, we can be together, right?”

Qinghe looked at the river surface. The raindrops disturbed the ripples on the river water, overlapping between chaos and calm.

“I don’t know.” If it were that simple, why would there be so many things in the world that we cannot get?

Dazai finally prepared himself mentally: "Next Valentine's Day, let's spend it together?"

Qinghe was stunned for a moment and didn't have time to reply to him immediately.

"The ring should be returned to its original owner."

Dazai took out the golden plain ring from his coat pocket and slowly put it on the middle finger of her left hand.

Qinghe stared at the ring on her hand for a long time. She was a little surprised: "You picked it up?"

"I really went back." Dazai was really just a little bit away from calling her.

"That's it..."

Haruka raised his left hand and shook it gently before showing it in front of Dazai.

The ring that fit her well before no longer fit her hand. She shook it gently and it easily fell off to her fingertips, almost flying away.

Qinghe hooked the ring with her finger and smiled with curved eyebrows: "This ring is no longer suitable. I think I need to get a new one."

The body she used before was one she molded herself, but now it is one that grew naturally.

Although there is not much difference in appearance, the physical data is quite different.

"Then..." Dazai thought, did she agree?

Qinghe changed his umbrella to another hand, then turned around and looked at the landscape tree not far away: "Ma-da-la-"

"How long do you want to see me standing outside?" Qinghe complained dissatisfiedly.

Or has he not eavesdropped enough?

Ban, holding an umbrella, had to come out from behind the tree. A pure black crow stood on his shoulder and he held another umbrella in his hand.

Madara's eyes moved from Haruka's umbrella to Haruka himself: "Don't you have an umbrella?"

Since she had an umbrella, why did she let the crow call him to come and give her the umbrella?

Haruka pointed at Dazai and asked Madara to look carefully: "I have it, but he doesn't."

Dazai looked at Madara, and he remembered, wasn't this the man in the coffee shop just now?

At this time, Nakajima Atsushi also came over. Seeing that Dazai did not enter the water, he was almost crying with joy: "That's great, Mr. Dazai..."

Madara looked at Haru and Dazai beside him, then at the umbrella in Nakajima Atsushi's hand: "It looks like he has it now."

Nakajima Atsushi was very confused. What was going on?

He asked cautiously, "What happened?"

Haruka waved to Nakajima Atsushi. After she called him over, she sent Dazai under his umbrella and said, "Go back and change your clothes quickly."

After arranging Dazai, Qinghe put away his umbrella and rushed under Madara's umbrella: "Let's go~"

Ban was almost speechless. He took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped the rain off Qinghe: "Can't you hold your umbrella for a little longer?"

"No." Qinghe said so confidently.

When people are extremely speechless, they can't help but laugh, and Madara was impressed by her.

"Okay, then I'll treat you to the magic little jelly beans." Qinghe took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket and poured out a jelly bean.

She held up the jelly beans, her eyes full of anticipation.

Madara lowered his head and pretended to eat, then snatched it away: "Keep the evidence, I'll give it to Izuna when I get back."

Qinghe hadn't come to her to settle accounts with her about feeding pills everywhere some time ago, but now she had brought the evidence to her door herself.

"?" Qinghe looked confused: "Izuna wants candy too?"

Ban opened his palm and saw that it was just candy beans: "..."

She was indeed cautious enough, so what else could he do but endure it.

Madara put the candy in his mouth and adjusted the height of his umbrella: "Let's go home."

"Yes——" Qinghe was very happy after joking.

Dazai felt something was wrong: "Haru and..."

What kind of answer was that? Was she going to just brush it off again?

Haruka didn't look back, but raised his hand and waved at Dazai with his back to him.

"Sayunara~"