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He also knew that the ghost thing was not a coincidence! !

"Is that person called Wanyin Jiaye?" He asked directly.

Mizuki glanced at the coral-haired and hat-wearing opponent, but looked at him without saying a word.

A Ping was even more confused now.

"You guys know each other???" he said to the two.

"..."

This is a very confusing matter, what could be more uncomfortable than two groups of people digging out the wooden warehouse and pulling out their swords with great fanfare, only to find out that the two parties are still inextricably linked when shouting.

Not to mention, both sides are still people who can talk.

However, compared to Ah Ping and Nakahara Chuya who felt like they had eaten shit, Mizuki thought more and felt more.

A hundred years ago, after Asakusa Yoshihara was ordered to disband, she took the things she had accumulated in the past few years and took over the store that used to be her "sister".

Ms. Hanako had told her about their clan a long time ago, and also predicted that her elder sister, who seemed to be dead, would definitely be kicked out of the Samsara Tao and re-enter this world.

Sure enough, look, isn’t this what it is?

She laughed as she thought about it.

Compared to Furisode Shinzo from long ago, Ms. Mizuki already knows and feels too many things.

"Heh, Mr. Nakahara Chuya, I'll transfer this business to you later, but just be at your own risk." She raised the corners of her mouth and narrowed her eyes slightly.

She has good intentions to let go of what price she has to pay for eating as much food as she wants.

Even if the Central Plains knew that the purpose of his trip had been achieved, he could no longer take care of other things. Besides, these things were the leaders' headaches, not him.

"What's the price?" He always felt that it was a loss to Miss Wan Yin, but he still wanted to make a deal, which made him feel more at ease.

Meiyue obviously knew this reason too, she said the number: "Give me the money."

"The transaction is established."

A Ping couldn't believe that he had worked for such a long time, and it was more or less unacceptable that he was transferred to another person by his boss in a blink of an eye.

Just as he opened his mouth, Meiyue glanced at him: "These are in your name."

Money can make ghosts turn the millstone, and everyone is happy.

After the business has been negotiated, these violent methods can be saved. Miss Meiyue asked Aping to disperse these people, and there is no need to work overtime at night.

A Ping hehe twice, protesting to the woman, isn't he working overtime?

"You're doing reasonable labor. Anyway, if you go back to the tavern, won't you be unable to sleep?"

"It's too much! Miss Mizuki!"

"Heh~" The woman laughed, and then turned to Nakahara Chuya who was about to leave: "Mr. Nakahara Chuya seems to be old acquaintances with Ms. Kaye."

The Hong Kong black cadre with coral hair stopped and stood at the door: "Well, those who drop by..."

He also seemed to remember their relationship, and for Miss Wan Yin, Zhong Yuanzhong also added: "It doesn't matter to us."

Mizuki smiled slightly, her honey-colored eyes couldn't see one, two, three, four.

But she also more or less understood what Ms. Hanako told her back then, the so-called 'beautiful', the so-called 'chasing' and the so-called 'show off', that's all.

"Really." She said, "Then, I hope you will still think so when we meet next time, good night."

The golden phoenix flying on the navy blue kimono is extremely beautiful.

The blond woman looked at the people leaving, and suddenly said to A Ping: "Tomorrow, go and bring that lady here... No, it's better if I go there, remember not to open tomorrow."

"..." Aping glanced at Meiyue, his eyes were slightly deep, he actually knew one thing: "Miss Meiyue, let's get to know Miss Jiaye."

"Ah, that's it."

I don't know what it is, but Ah Ping didn't call the black-haired girl 'Jia Ye', but added an honorific.

Zhong Yuan Zhong also asked his subordinates to go to the hotel where he was staying first, and he went directly to the tavern to pick up Miss Wan Yin, who was suspected of "successful recognition of relatives".

According to the address, when he went there, he was also caught by the low-key luxury and dazzling and messy decoration design—or how should I put it, this is a Hong Kong black 'Miss'.

In a sense, Ms. Wanyin is similar to Mr. Nakaya.

Pushing the door open, the doorbell rang. The black-haired girl who was sitting at the bar slowly drinking her own red bean rice cake soup was holding a box. Her back was recognizable, and Nakahara could recognize her right away.

The outsider brought the cold air of late night and spring from outside, and Zhong Yuan stepped on his leather shoes and went straight to Miss Wan Yin's side, reaching out to pat her on the shoulder.

"Miss Wan Yin."

The waiter could also tell that he was looking for someone, so he didn't make a sound for a while.

Wanyin Jiaye turned her head, the iron box in her arms was already warm, she saw someone she knew all of a sudden, she squirmed her lips, as if she wanted to say something.

Zhong Yuan also sat down and ordered a glass of wine.

A small glass, the size that can be drunk with the head raised; it is also a strong wine, and it needs to be sipped slowly to taste good.

"Mr. Nakaya," she forced herself to cheer up, "Have you finished your work?"

"Ah, it's smoother than expected." I also know about you.

"Then, congratulations."

With a low voice, Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at the girl with a little worry: "Are you okay?"

He couldn't say why it felt like he was about to cry.

"Ah...fortunately, I seem to have found something, although I'm not sure." She said this, but quietly pinched the iron box in her hand, until it was deformed and almost had a hole deducted, Wan Yinjiaye was like this Waking up from a dream.

Her bewildered black eyes were once again at a loss.

"If you have any difficulties, you can tell me, and I will listen." Said the boy with coral hair.

'You can tell me' Generally, such things should not be said indiscriminately.

Wanyin Jiaye has always thought so, because she often uses this method to overcome other people's psychological defenses. This thing is a sign that tells others that they can rely on themselves, especially when a person is alone and helpless. works.

Wanyin Jiaye only knew it was useful before, but she hadn't experienced it. Now she suddenly knew that when a person said to herself "you can tell me" kindly, the gentleness of this person had already wrapped her up gently. .

"..."

Miss Wan Yin stared at the purple-red red bean noodle soup with half a rice cake floating on it.

She still hugged her box tightly.

"I've lost my memory."

Zhong Yuanzhong also didn't say a word, he knew this was the beginning.

Although the young man has a straightforward personality, he is often patient. The gentleness he shows is enough to make a drowning person grab life-saving things.

But Wan Yin Jia Ye still didn't want to drag this and the 'straw' into it, so she said the beginning, and then regarded it as the end.

"I didn't expect Mr. Chuya to be willing to hear about this, really! Thank you very much!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked strange, what did she say?

"What did you say?"

Wanyin Jiaye hugged her iron box: "Well, it's nothing, Mr. Chuya knows too many bad things, it's very bad, so be it."

"Ah..." In fact, he doesn't mind knowing about her, bad or good, it doesn't matter.

Seeing her bright red nails, Mr. Nakahara paused for a while, "Well, I booked a room for you, or should I stay here?"

"Why do I feel that Mr. Chuya seems to know something?"

"illusion."

"Oh, so, I'm not in a hurry, Mr. Chuya wants to leave, I can do it together."

Zhong Yuanzhong also drank the alcohol and subconsciously touched the cigarette in his pocket. When he touched the cold lighter, he stopped: "Let's go."

Wanyin Jiaye hugged her iron box.

"Can that be taken away?"

Miss Wan Yin hugged her even tighter: "I'll be back tomorrow. I haven't finished watching it yet. I plan to continue watching it tonight."

"what is this?"

"letter."

"Letter? Written to you?"

Wanyin Jiaye was stunned for a moment, rubbing her fingers against the surface of the iron sheet: "Maybe."

"..." The young man instinctively felt that there was some secret inside that he didn't know, so he didn't ask, "Let's go."

Miss Wan Yin nodded: "Yes."

This iron box is full of letters, letters written by one person to another person, and letters written by another person to one person, but the letter writer does not mark the name, nor does he mark the name of the person who wrote the letter.

The time interval between these letters is long or short, and the handwriting of the two people is mixed in it.

Miss Wan Yin checked the date.

If the time of the first letter and the time of the last letter are used as the beginning and end, there are only letters written by women to men at the beginning, and only letters written by men to women in the second half.

Wanyin Jiaye didn't read all these things.

But she felt a tingling pain from above.

Ginza is still bustling at night, even though some restaurants have closed, the streets are a little deserted.

The black-haired girl didn't bother to look outside at all. She sat in the back seat of the car with the orange-haired young man.

Later, the two got out of the car, amidst the roar of the engine, Wan Yinjiaye sighed softly at the back of the other's neck.

"Mr. Chuya... You said hell, does it exist?"

I want to get out of here, through death, out of this world.

The young man who was just called by his name turned around, not knowing why, but he saw her lonely expression.

Nakahara often saw this expression on Dazai Osamu's face.

Even if he can't understand, he can understand.

The young man gently took off his hat and put it on the girl's face——

"Cry if you want, no one dares to see."

Once upon a time, how familiar.

The author has something to say:

Thank you sister Shanhe for throwing 1 mine

I will work hard!

Make up today~

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