Miss Hardcore Love Daily

On Friday afternoon, because there is no class the next day, students can come later if they come to work.

But that's the point, when Ah Ping closed the shop according to the order of his boss, he accidentally left out the child.

As the evening approached, the sun set and the bloody sun slanted into the window, covering the body of the black-haired girl wrapped in the quilt, and Wanyin Jiaye woke up from her dream.

A large piece of warm orange covered the sky and covered the sun. She only looked outside for a moment, and felt that the light of that color was dazzling.

When she regained her consciousness, she saw the quilt covering her body and the letter paper scattered on the table. For a moment, she felt a little heavy in her heart.

It should be that she fell asleep lying on the table, someone came in and dragged her to the bed and covered her with a quilt.

Wanyinjiaye's memory is early this morning, it is really a long time to stay up late.

Not long after waking up, Miss Wan Yin slowly got up from the bed, washed her face to wake herself up.

In the washroom with sub-yellow tiles, she looked at the girl with jet-black hair in the mirror, and couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality for a moment.

She was supposed to be the same as Ms. Hanako, but this time, for some unknown reason, she changed into the appearance of 'Uchiha Aiichi'.

Uchiha Aiichi, this name has not been heard for a long time, just like someone else's name.

The black-haired woman touched her face, and felt her breath along the trachea... It turned out that she would also have this time, when she was so unhappy that she had difficulty breathing.

There were two knocks on the door, and Wan Yinjiaye suddenly turned his head.

The dark-haired woman sat at the table again, moved the coffee cup with only a bottom, and packed up the letters: "Please come in!"

Someone opened the door, first a leather shoe, and then black trousers.

"Are you awake, are you hungry?" Nakahara Chuya said.

He wasn't wearing a gown, but he was wearing gloves and a collar, black leather against his skin.

"Mr. Zhongya..." Miss Wanyin called out, forced herself up and shook her head with a smile: "Not yet... sorry, I slept for a whole day, but actually Mr. Zhongya can wake me up, it took you so long time."

Sometimes it is necessary to hold your breath so that you will not be defeated by other people's gentle words. Of course, there are times when you don't hold back, such as yesterday——

When Wanyin Jiaye saw Zhongyuanzhong, he remembered the coat and hat that the other party had put on him, which had a faint burnt smell and was very warm.

"It's really..." She filled her eyes with an invisible tenderness to hide her weakness, but it didn't work.

Zhong Yuan also crossed his arms and leaned against the door. Almost as soon as he entered the door, he never took his eyes off the woman's eyes.

The boy's face looked unhappy: "It takes time to hand over the business, it doesn't matter."

Wanyin Jiaye naturally saw it, her voice weakened unconsciously, and she stopped defending, and finally thanked for yesterday's incident: "Yesterday... I am really sorry for letting Mr. Chuya see. "

Zhongyuan Zhong also took Wan Yinjiaye to the hotel where he was staying, and the two got out of the car. Zhongyuan Zhong was also puzzled—this was Wan Yinjiaye's unilateral feeling that he was puzzled, and of course it could not be ruled out that it was because of her stubbornness— —he put the hat on the girl's head.

Wanyin Jiaye naturally refused to admit that she suddenly collapsed at that moment, and there was no reason for it.

She just felt that holding those envelopes and letters was a reason to press her lungs—can't breathe, suffocate, suppress.

But for Mr. Nakahara Chuya, his actions cannot be called without reason.

"Miss Wanyin, how did you meet Dazai?"

The young man walked into the room slowly and sat down beside the corner of the table full of letters. His leather shoes reflected the faint sunset and turned red, just like the red hair under his hat.

The woman's fingers pinched the crisp yellow envelopes, slowly stacking them into a stack and putting them in the box.

She and Osamu Dazai?

Wanyin Jiaye lowered his eyes.She and Osamu Dazai met by chance, and they got involved only after they hit it off.

"Mr. Dazai took me in, who was caught on the shore by the waves, penniless and beckoning... that's it."

"Oh……"

The young man's eyes moved with the movement of Wanyin Jiaye's fingertips, he propped his chin, rather casually: "Did you find your family yesterday?"

Wanyin Jiaye smiled slightly and nodded: "Let's count it... But what I forgot is——"

"These letters are very important things." Zhong Yuan interrupted her.

Miss Wan Yin's new family member - the young man in charge, tsk, he is not the same as him, involved in criminal and illegal organizations.

"Huh? Ah...um."

Wanyinjiaye finally put away the last letter, closed the lid, and the tin box was painted with dark lacquer, and it was quietly placed on the table.

This is a correspondence between two people, one of whom is her, but she doesn't remember anything about what she wrote on it, this feeling makes Miss Wan Yin very upset.

She vaguely knew that something had changed in herself, but she didn't know what it was.

"Then, what are Miss Wan Yin's plans for the future?" the other party asked.

"Planning..." Miss Wan Yin thought of the person she said she would go back to bring the souvenir, her fingers unconsciously curled up on the smooth table: "I will return these things in a while, and then... go back to Yokohama?"

Ever since Ms. Wan Yin was dug out of the cemetery by Ms. Hanako, every day and night, she never wanted to become a human being again and get rid of the shackles of "ghosts".

But now that there is such a situation where one asks three things, Wan Yinjiaye looks back at the past and looks forward to the future, only to suddenly realize that he has never actually had any ambitions or a simple purpose.

She lives to die.

"Actually, I don't know..." Wan Yinjiaye suddenly raised his eyes, wanting to find some evidence that he is still alive on the face of Chuya Zhongyuan.

It's just that when he looked out, he directly bumped into the young man's blue eyes. His hands rested on his chin, covering half of his face, and only a pair of eyes looked at him with burning eyes.

"What are you looking at, Mr. Nakaya?"

Nakahara also avoided, he was looking into her eyes.

Osamu Dazai admitted very early on that at the first sight of Wanyin Jiaye, he knew that this woman was in a quagmire. Her occasional confusion and fragility combined with her beautiful face were enough to arouse a person's desire for protection.

Wan Yin Jia Ye has been strong for 100 years. Even when he was forcing Uchiha Madara on his neck with a knife holder, his dark eyes were full of firmness.

She may not even realize that this inadvertent look in her eyes is more deceptive than her usual pretending gentleness.

"It's nothing." Zhongyuan Zhong also stood up: "I'll go first. When are you going to return the things and knock on the door opposite, I'll drive you off."

Miss Wan Yin sat still: "Thank you."

After the person left, she was left alone in the whole space, and then a sigh suddenly sounded.

Wanyin Jiaye closed her eyes, lay down on the table, and hugged the iron box.

The tears that had been silent for a hundred years almost drowned this woman to suffocation.

Human beings are really strange things. They spend their whole lives fighting for their own life and death, but if they are separated from these two, can a 'human being' still be considered a human being? Obviously not.

Look at Wanyin Jiaye.

She has things that ordinary people may never use in their lifetime, such as beauty, knowledge, skills, or talent to be loved by others, or these fundamental things: immortality, infinite time.

For the longevity ghosts of their family, it is okay to say that they are "ghosts" and be regarded as a derogatory name. In fact, what is the difference between this and a god? ?

It's a pity that Wanyin Jiaye broke away from the category of "god". She lost her eternally rational soul and used her mother's body as a sacrifice to fall back into the world and become a mortal being entangled in layers of worldly mortals.

Neither good nor bad.

Miss Meiyue has also thought about this issue in her hundred years.

Maybe what Ms. Hanako said is correct, this is originally a curse, reincarnated in pain.

Meiyue, who was dressed in navy blue, sat quietly at the solid wooden table in the tavern. In front of her was the gold filigree enamel mask, which she kept fiddling with.

The entire tavern was dimly lit, and it was dim inside, but Mizuki didn't mind.

Her amber eyes stared at the mask, which was gently placed in front of her. After a while, the bell on the door of the tavern rang suddenly, and she raised her head with a little excitement in her eyes, but at the same time she saw the face of the person coming, solidification.

The people on the opposite side were also obviously surprised by the scene before them. The boys in high school uniforms were a little cautious in the face of such well-dressed people who seemed to be otherworldly.

"Ah um... did I go wrong??"

Just as the boy was about to quit and take a look, Meiyue lowered her eyes and continued to play with the things in her hands: "Ghosts and minds have existed since ancient times, and the six reincarnations can't be blamed... Ah Ping, it should be said that it is worthy of being passed down from generation to generation." The grandson who came down?"

When she said these things, she didn't know who she was talking about

Listen, it's just that the voice is very small and low.

Mumbling in general.

The high school-looking boy frowned. After confirming that this was the place where he worked, he came back again. He didn't know that the real owner of the tavern was the woman in front of him, so he thought it was some kind of customer...

But if it's a guest, it's not right, there is no one on duty here? ?

"Excuse me, miss... are you a guest?"

The boy took out his mobile phone, and the fluorescent screen illuminated his black eyes and short hair. He wanted to call the store manager to ask what was going on.

Meiyue exhaled: "Ala, ala... do you work part-time here, a minor in a tavern?"

The boy sent a text message, put down the schoolbag he was carrying on one side, and sat down opposite Mei Yue: "Breaking the law?"

The blond woman shook her head and smiled: "That's not true, how tall is this year?"

"Second year in high school." The boy didn't know why, so he looked at the thing in the customer's hand: "Isn't this the golden mask in our store? You... are Brother Ping's girlfriend?"

"Girlfriend..." The person opposite repeated, put down the mask and put it on the table: "Ask your boss, do you have a girlfriend at school?"

The boy's eyes fixed on this gorgeous mask, "Of course, I promised to cheer for me at the school basketball game tomorrow!"

"Really..." Mei Yue's eyes dimmed: "Can I go too?"

"The proprietress is going too??" The boy looked up, and he said, "Hahaha! Of course you are welcome! Brother Ping has two tickets, just right!"

"Oh, not bad."

High school boys are generally interested in basketball, usually in pretty girls, this is the law.

But there are also some idiots who focus on sports like basketball, so let's talk about it.

Now it seems that Meiyue is not some kind of idiot when she looks at this person——Sister, you can hear me.

'Dingling', another door rang.

The two people in the room turned their heads to look over at the same time. The black-haired woman walked in holding her small iron box, and it was Chuya Nakahara who opened the door for her.

Wanyinjiaye had just arrived, and the engine of the motor vehicle at the door was still humming, and she didn't hear Meiyue's cautiousness at all.

The gangster youth wearing a top hat and overcoat had a cold face, and opened the door for the lady in a gentlemanly manner. When he saw the woman sitting inside, he frowned.

No one told Nakahara Chuya that Wanyin Jiaye and Mizuki should be old acquaintances, but he just noticed something subtle based on intuition and clues.

Intuitively, she is not happy to let Miss Wan Yin meet a leader who controls the underground world in Tokyo.

The pitch-black little man followed behind Miss Wan Yin, without making a sound for a while.

Meiyue found it interesting when she saw the person coming. Her sister was really the same as before, even more attractive than the ghost oiran back then—maybe because as long as she thought about it, no man could escape her palm. ?

But the point is still on the other party's long black hair.

The hair and eyes of each long-lived ghost will gradually lose their original color after being turned into a ghost, and then become a milky gold.

If her dear sister has become like this now, is it like what Ms. Hanako said, with a heart, can she remember these lengthy feelings?

The former Xinzao who was sacrificed but not favored, stared at the face of the woman who was held up high at that time, trying to find something she was interested in.

Even if she is so weak, the little girl who can only obey the words of the superior is now the leader of the entire dark world in Tokyo. When she sees Wanyin Jiaye, she still has countless feelings.

Longevity ghosts only remember things clearly when they become ghosts.

Just like Wanyin Jiaye remembers Miss Hanako's strong desire to control, Mizuki also naturally remembers her envy and jealousy towards Wanyin Jiaye.

She turned her head suddenly, glanced at the sophomore student who had not moved for a long time, and then sneered.

"My lord, long time no see, I miss you very much," she said.

Wanyinjiaye's ears moved slightly, and her black eyes were extremely clear, but she still disappointed Miyue. For the boy she had met once, she only lightly stroked the white hair of the other party to get the result. Say, "'Sister'?"

She didn't remember that she had a 'sister', she just looked at the other's iconic hair and eyes, thinking that she was of her own race.

"I'm here to return Mr. Ping's things, is he there?" The tone was flat.

Mizuki was offended.

"Tsk, elder sister, so indifferent? You have nothing to ask? Like 'flower', or—" She glanced at the male student sitting in front of her: "Ah, maybe you don't really want to know."

Mei Yue sneered, there is no new person like Wan Yin Jia Ye, how could she care about a man who looks almost exactly the same, who once chased after her?

Just pity him.

Mizuki is almost the last person in this world who knows all the secrets.

She has always existed in the world, and has always kept the story about Wan Yin Jia Ye in her heart.That's right, she may never forget the way Immortal Kawa Minami once looked at Wan Yin Jia Ye.

Just like Osamu Dazai mentioned her.

Ah, really.

Mizuki thought about it carefully, she thought a lot, but she couldn't remember Wanyin Jiaye, she looked at Mizuki, looked at the boy who was slightly glanced by Mizuki's eyes, and licked her lips.

"Good evening." She smiled and pointed at the student with the white prickly hair.

He came back to his senses, and suddenly said: "Ah, good evening..."

After finishing speaking, the screen of the mobile phone he held in his hand suddenly lit up, and a slight fluorescent light shone on the palm of the boy. He smiled shyly and unlocked the screen.

The above is a text message from Brother Ping.

"Ah, today is a day off... What, I'm leaving first?"

The second-year high school student felt that something was wrong when he saw Miss Wan Yin, and everything else was fine, but he felt that the atmosphere here was not something that he, a part-time worker, could get in, so he got up and wanted to leave.

And his boss, Brother Ping, also told him to get out of here quickly.

Of course, Aping didn't know about the relationship between Wanyin Jiaye and Miss Meiyue. He just knew that the two had a relationship, so letting the clerk leave was also to give Miss Meiyue a chance to talk at ease.

That is his immediate boss, so naturally he wants to do his best.

"Let's go?" Meiyue pinched the golden mask in her hand, her nails made a mark on it, but she still said, "Well, be careful on the road."

When someone left, Zhong Yuanzhong also stared at this boy. He couldn't see anything special about this guy at all, and he didn't know why he fell into the center of the topic in just a moment.

"The irrelevant personnel, please leave too, Mr. Nakaya, do you think so?" Mizuki, who was wearing a navy blue suit, tilted her head slightly, looking at Nakahara Chuya, who looked worried.

He looked at Wanyin Jiaye, Miss Wanyin thought for a while, then nodded and smiled: "Thank you today, Mr. Zhongya, please go back and rest..."

"Are you worried? Will I still eat her?" Meiyue naturally noticed, and then relaxed the atmosphere with a few words, but her perennial habit of being in power caused her to speak like this, which was actually not approachable: "I will give you a complete Send it back, don't you feel at ease? Hong Kong and black cadres?"

"..." Zhong Yuanzhong also sneered, turned and left.

Wanyin Jiaye looked at him, feeling guilty for some reason, and even read the meaning of 'kindness is like a donkey's liver and lungs' from the back of the other party.

Seeing her frowning slightly, Meiyue smiled inwardly, "Is this your new man, my sis?"

Wanyin Jiaye may have come into contact with too many things in the past few days, and her personality has become much softer. She did not answer the other party's provocation.

"Tell me, what do you know." Wan Yinjiaye didn't answer the other party's words.

"..." Tsk, as always, she hated the other party's lukewarm attitude and not taking others seriously.

Seeing that the other party didn't speak, Wan Yinjiaye was also a little impatient: "You know me, are you from the same family as me? What do you know about 'her'?"

She refers to Miss Hanako.

Meiyue pinched the golden mask, wondering what was wrong: "You don't know me?"

Wanyin Jiaye shook his head: "No."

"I'm Mizuki." Mizuki re-declared that the golden mask was facing Wanyin Jiaye exactly by her: "What are you pretending? Amnesia?"

Wanyinjiaye's tongue licked her gums, no matter how good-tempered she was, she still felt uncomfortable with the other party's critical tone: "I don't know you, so tell me quickly, don't force me. "

Zhongyuan Zhong also said that the photos he took when Wanyinjiaye killed people made him feel the killing intent.

At this time, it is not too much to give up.

Even if a ghost puts away its sharp claws and pretends to be docile, it is still a ghost after all.

She has always been irritable and violent about this matter.

"Forcing you?" But there are always people who like to step on the boundary.

Wanyin Jiaye bit the tip of his tongue and closed his eyes: "A month ago, I came out of the state of death and woke up on the coast of Yokohama, and my memory of that time is not very clear."

"...I didn't know that lifting the curse would have such a side effect." Mizuki didn't believe it, but she heard that there was no such thing as the aftereffects of Miss Hanako being sacrificed to herself—amnesia?

"You really know what." Wanyin Jiaye opened his eyes, and sat directly opposite to Tibetan Qingfu.

"That is to say, in the past 100 years, I have remembered the memory for such a long time and even forever, sister, you have long forgotten it completely?"

"..." Wanyin Jiaye nodded: "Do you know who I wrote these letters to?"

Mizuki always thought that Wanyinjiaye would be with Immortal Kawasami.

but.

After that kind of thing happened, the man who gave his heart wrong did not live for 25 years. She thought that her jealousy of Wanyin Jiaye would gradually forget as everything changed.

But really not.

It wasn't until just now that she suddenly saw an old friend who had already passed through reincarnation, and she suddenly realized that there was no such thing.

"Hey, don't you remember who that person was just now?" She scratched half of the mask.

The decorative enamel on the golden metal fell off, and the powder stained his hands.

Wanyinjiaye felt strange, maybe the things that Meiyue carved in her bones had already flowed through the blood in her body.

There are so many unique things in the world, no one is more special than the other.

Many years ago, Ms. Hanako, who was still alive, told Mizuki about the so-called "chasing", and it turned out to be such a truth.

"Sorry, is he... someone I know? Also of the same family?" Wan Yinjiaye asked cautiously.

Because this beautiful woman, dressed in navy blue, shed tears.

"..."

"That... this, miss?"

Meiyue looked at the black-haired woman who spoke carefully, and she shed tears even more fiercely, she didn't want to see this person anymore.

Never again.

She stared at the woman, and said all the secrets from a hundred years ago:

"Hua said, there is no way to lift the curse, but there is a way to satisfy your wish, that is, Hua herself automatically jumps into your fire of nirvana, Wan Yin Jiaye, if you look for her, you can't find her no matter what arrive……"

"..." Wanyin Jiaye opened her eyes slightly, guess what she heard?

"You will always remember all the memories and feelings forever, never to fade away."

"Wait, wait a minute? What did you say?"

But Mei Yue ignored it: "As for your letter, since you've forgotten it, forget it, it's not a good thing anyway."

Even if it's good, it's not something you Wanyin Jiaye can get, is it?

Mizuki sneered when she thought of the young man who called herself 'Dazai Osamu' who came over before, but there was sadness in her eyes.

She is for herself.

"Onee-sama, you can always easily get the favor of others, whether it is the former mother Hana, or the current Nakaya-kun or——" Osamu Dazai.

But Wanyin Jiaye didn't understand.

In Mei Yue's eyes, she may have always been hateful.

Doing nothing, just sitting there, can drive all the men in Yoshihara crazy, and can easily leave that place.

very nice.

Mizuki, who tried her best to reach this position, lowered her eyes: "Is there anything else you want to know?"

"...Sorry, I still want to know if I ever had someone important—"

"'Important'?" But it provoked irony, "Does my sis still know what is 'important'? Shouldn't you be loved but not aware of it? So my lord, will your heart ache when you are chased? That's too much." alright--"

The blond woman's face was covered with tears, and her voice was getting higher and higher. She just looked at Wan Yin Jia Ye with such resentment and pitifulness, Wan Yin Jia Ye opened her mouth and was speechless.

She felt that what the other party said was wrong, but it seemed... right again.

"You! You deserve to suffer like this for a lifetime, thousands of years!!" She shouted, as if she was shouting to another person on the other side of the mountain.

The words are so vicious, but the tone is so pitiful.

Wan Yinjiaye pursed her lips: "You... have endured a lot, right?"

"...", the woman fell silent after listening.

"What I said before, I'm sorry..." Wanyin Jiaye wanted to touch the other person's head, but was slapped away when he was about to approach.

Mizuki let go of her hand, and the deformed mask symbolized the complete disappearance and shattering of something.

After a long time, in this quiet space, she heard the blonde girl ask awkwardly, "Do you want to go back to Yokohama or stay in Tokyo?"

She took out her phone and edited a text message.

Wanyin Jiaye didn't know why it suddenly became like this. She looked around the tavern: "You are from here, so it means that there is no place for me here. I should go back..."

"Is it because there are still people over there?" The other party asked suddenly.

Wan Yinjiaye was stunned for a while, then said blankly, "Sah, who knows."

"I see."

The blond woman put away her mobile phone, and finally showed the coldness of the leader of the underground world: "I ordered a car to take you back to the hotel, I hope—"

Sister, we will never see each other again.

Miss Wan Yin is always easy to be favored by others, and Hino Mizuki always knows it, because she was one of them back then.