Miss Planeswalker, Are You Free to Fall in Love?

Takashi Sakai. "

Usami Reiko looked up in disappointment, the dark blue sky imprinted with the moon.

The LED screens above are cheesy advertisements, surrounded by crowds of people, shouts and laughter, colorful costumes, long skirts and hurried footsteps.

Young men and women walk side by side, excited eyes gleaming.

And Usami Reiko is like a poor poor man, clutching the coins of the previous era, but unable to buy anything in this era.

What's more, what she wants to buy is hope.

That thing was never sold to the desperate poor.

pat.

The phone fell to the ground, and the passing girl accidentally bumped into Reiko Usami.

"I am so sorry."

Moriyukisa hugged the new sheets she bought for my wife Yuno, turned her head and looked on the ground.

"Your phone...Is it knocked over by me?"

The high-heeled shoes are stepping on the stone road, and Moriyuesha's white and tender feet can even see blood vessels.

She bent over to pick up the phone, and found a crack running vertically up and down the screen.

Moriyukisha looked at her phone and wanted to take out her wallet and lose money to Usami Reiko.

The woman opposite was in a daze, looking at Sen Yuesha.

"Dead," she murmured.

"Sorry? Is there something wrong?" Mori Yuesha frowned while holding the handbag. The woman in front of her seemed to be stimulated, and her whole face was blank.

The continuous crowd around them bypassed the two women who were standing still, and some even cast their curious gazes. They were like pebbles floating on the surface of a creek, hurriedly bypassed by a school of fish.

"Please come here first." Moriyukisha tentatively grabbed Reiko Usami's cold hand and led her to the seat beside her.

She wore a simple pair of burgundy heels today - something she doesn't wear very often.In addition, after walking for a long time, I was really tired.

Sitting on the chair, the girl's well-proportioned legs were raised, covering the style under her skirt, and she turned to look at Usami Reiko, who was already in tears beside her.

"you--"

"You don't need to pay for the phone. Can you chat with me for a while?"

Usami Reiko spoke, straightened her short hair, reached out and took the tissue handed by Mori Yuesha, wiping away her tears.

"Just call me Reiko."

"Sen Yuesha." Mori Yuesha pointed to herself.

Usami Reiko gave a stiff smile, then continued speaking with a very sad expression: "I'm really sorry to bother you, Miss Morizuki. It's just that my fiancé has just passed away, and I-I really can't control—"

Mori Yuesha raised her finger and gently stroked the back of Usami's hand, slowly calming her emotions.

"There's no need to say sorry, Miss Reiko. Please feel sorry for you, it's easy to get into trouble when you wander the streets so absentmindedly."

Usami Reiko pursed her lips, clutching the broken phone tightly in her hand.

"I've known him for a long time, and we're going to get married soon... why is this happening?"

The woman covered her face and sobbed in a low voice, and said in a desperate and hoarse voice, her face turning paler and paler.

Usami Reiko was silently hysterical.

Sen Yuesha was silent, holding her with one hand, while the other patted the woman's back, smoothing down her spine.

No one noticed this scene, and few people would know that the death of two mortals exacerbated the grief of more people.

Moriyukisa sat with Usami Reiko for a long time, until there were many couples in the square, until she listened to many songs played, until she completely calmed down.

No more tears, just dry eyes, godless pupils.

She thanked her, exchanged numbers with Mori Yuesha, and left the noisy square like a corpse.

Moriyuesha looked at the back of the capable woman leaving, also picked up the bag, stepped on the wine red high heels, got up and left.

She didn't delve into the story behind this woman's grief. The world is dying every minute. Some are glorious, some are sullen and despicable, and some are meaningless.

Section 55 Chapter55 Moving?See parents?

In two weeks, my wife Yuno's injury was almost healed.

It just so happened that Mori Yuesha was going to help Arya and the orphanage move, and the pink-haired girl also wanted to follow her to see her grandma.

"No problem? Your injury?"

My wife Yuno made a gesture of clenching her fists and shrugging her muscles: "It's completely healed! Yuesha has taken good care of me."

The girl shook her head and dangled in front of Moriyuesha, like a puppy, hoping for praise and attention: "How about it, can I wear this?"

My wife, Yuno, was wearing a black dress with cut-out gauze around the skirt.

There was a thin gold thread under the earlobe, and a small silver crescent fell.

On the feet are high-heeled shoes of the same color, and carry a retro leather shoulder bag.

The tailored dress swelled up tight and tight in the front, the slender waist was gathered up, and the white arms were exposed under the shoulders.

Her face also seemed to have been retouched, her eyebrows were drawn, and her lips were dyed a light concubine red.

My wife, Yuno, stood in front of her like that, with her hands behind her back, her pale pink hair hanging down at her waist, and she blinked inquiringly.

Then, without waiting for Mori Yuesha to reply, she raised her hands and circled in front of her happily.

"Can you?" she asked again.

Moriyuesha has to say, it's very beautiful.

However, although there are movers who do not need them, is it really good to dress so formally to move?

"Yeah, that's to see Arya and the children. Of course, you have to dress better." My wife Yuno turned her face and approached Moriyuesha: "Leave a good impression."

"Are you going to see the elders as my love interest?"

Moriyuesha was helpless and pushed my wife Yuno's face away with her fingers. The latter opened her mouth playfully, her teeth lightly chasing her fingertips, and when she retracted her face, she looked innocent.

"Hee hee, that's not bad, right?"

My wife Yuno had no self-consciousness at all. Looking at Mori Yuesha who rolled her eyes, she straightened her waist and imitated in a rough voice: "'Hello! I'm Mori Yuesha's girlfriend!' How's it going?"

"Why does my girlfriend have to be rude?" Mori Yuesha thought about her family: "Well, the boys will only think that an extra sister can help them buy games; the girls... will be happier, because With one more sister, they will have one more ally. As for Arya..."

My wife Yuno was faintly nervous, listening to Moriyukisha's words, the fingers on her back kept twisting and curling up.

"Alia will be happier, after all, she has already guessed at me." Mori Yuesha remembered the old man's ridicule.

'Xiaoyuesha doesn't shy away from boys, but likes to play with girls, it's strange. '

Earlier, Arya seemed to have casually mentioned to Mori Yuesha.

At that time, Mori Yuesha replied: 'Aren't girls supposed to play with girls?Everyone is like this, what's so strange. '

'Ugh?Yeah?It seems that I am getting old and not keeping up with the times.It's just that when she saw Xiaoyuesha kissing, she looked very happy.It was just playing. '

Moriyukisha:  …

That's the way older people are, always like to ask you questions with answers.

'So, you see? '

Aaliyah is knitting scarves for the children. For convenience, I only bought two or three colors of thread, so the knitted colors are all girls like - the boys also protested, with pink or bright cherry blossoms If you wear a scarf to go to school, you will be laughed at by your classmates.

However, these protests were easily suppressed by the girls collectively, without Mori Yuesha's action.

In the follow-up, those boys with pink scarves became the beautiful scenery of the orphanage for a while.

It's a standard shade for men.

A pair of black-rimmed glasses with thick lenses hung on her face, with wrinkles upturned, Alia bowed her head and smiled while knitting: 'What's it called?that girl.He looks very quiet, a gentle and virtuous child. '

'Tojo Aoi. '

Surname Tojo?

Arya's sweater needle stopped.

'The Tojo family?Or is it a coincidence that the last name is Tojo? '

Mori Yuesha didn't expect the old man to be quite fashionable: 'The Tojo family. '

'It's not fashionable. In our era, they were famous families, but after the advent of the Internet era, they began to hide their strengths and bide their time. '

Arya sighed and played with the sweater needle in her hand: 'The child of the Tojo family...'

Arya did not dissuade Mori Yuesha. After all, after her adoptive parents passed away, Arya did all the inheritance matters, including handling the remains, for Mori Yuesha.

She is very aware of Mori Yuesha's worth. Although it is far from that of a chaebol like the Tojo Group, it is definitely a huge wealth.

'Cherish the time together. '

Alia said that at the time, and later, after Moriyukisha broke up, the number of mentions of Aoi Tojo gradually decreased.

Arya didn't talk about it again, knowing that.

…………

"I thought Yuesha would have a very hard life and work. It turns out that she has to take a taxi to go to such a nearby place? She is richer than I thought."

In the taxi, my wife, Yuno, looked at Moriyukisha with a strange expression, a girl who is very sporty and wild, but unexpectedly lazy in her daily life.

——At this time, he was slumped on the back seat as if he had no bones all over his body.

Hearing this, the girl turned her eyes up and rolled her eyes at my wife Yuno: "I'm afraid you'll get hurt a second time in the subway, and you'll complain about me. Who is dragging her incomplete body to participate in the move?"

My wife Yuno chuckled: "I want to see Grandma Arya, I want to see the children."

I want to be with you.

"I made an appointment with Xiao Qihai to come to the house for dinner in two days."

Moriyuesha said a word. After saying hello to Qingshan Qihai last time, considering my wife Yuno's injury, she did not meet her again.

This girl is still thinking about it, and often sends messages to ask.

The reply I got was my wife Yuno's disdainful snort.