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Huazhi and Liudaokui, as well as Inu and Qianzhong wandered for a year.

Mr. Mukuro's illusion has become more and more proficient, and he has already wiped out several mafia families in one year.

He hates the mafia, so the eye of reincarnation is used by him and becomes a sharp edge against the mafia.

Huazhi doesn't know the right or wrong of this behavior, and she doesn't know how to judge.All her eyes fell on her own little prince, watching the prince like a little mermaid, not giving anything to others.

If I can live like this all the time, then I must be the happiest little mermaid in the world.

She thought so.

At that time, the little girl didn't know that the biggest lie in the world was if and always.

The frequency of Mr. Mu not returning home at night has increased, and he seems to have some plans, and there is a smile on the corner of his mouth that she can't understand, which makes her feel a little panicked for no reason.

It was a long time later that Onizuka Hanae knew that that kind of smile was called what she wanted to win, and the reason for her panic was that her weak self was facing the fear and loss of being left behind.

Of course, he didn't abandon her, but he had more important things to do, and for a greater dream, to conquer the mafia without distractions, and for all the things he thought were more worthwhile, her princely highness changed her for her. A more beautiful fish tank even spent a lot of money to find her a gentle and kind new owner, erased her memory, and then left without looking back.

As if it was just the time to close and open the eyes, the moment Huazhi, who had forgotten nine years, opened her eyes, what greeted her eyes was the unchanging dark sky of Yokohama.

Going around, stumbling, like an inescapable reincarnation, she came back here again, with the incomplete memory of being dug out of the most magnificent colors.

She doesn't remember anything, except for a name that belongs to her.

flower branch.

Fighting for food with wild dogs, curled up in the dilapidated house, the unhealed wounds of the laboratory brand on her body burst, she felt that she was about to die.

but……

You can't.

She didn't know why she lived, but she didn't want to die here either.

Disgusting Yokohama, gloomy Yokohama, death here will not even save the soul?

She was leaning against the door of the broken house, drooping her head weakly, suddenly it seemed as if a gentle wind had blown, a ray of sunshine emerged from the thick dark clouds and fell in front of her.

Huazhi raised her head, and the boy who came from the light and shadow asked with a soft voice like the sun: "My dear young lady, are you willing to die in love with me?"

"Sacrificing...love?" His throat was dry and hoarse, having not drank water for a long time, and when his vocal cords vibrated, it hurt like being rubbed by abrasive paper.

"Hmm~ die for love. Ah, miss, you didn't go to school, I forgot you don't know the meaning of this word." He squatted down casually, not minding the long, well-made black coat on his body because of this The movement drooped on the dirty ground, and he explained with a smile: "We just die together."

......die.

This word is too familiar to the children born in the slums of Yokohama. Even if they lose their memory, the familiarity and fear of death will not disappear with the memory.

Huazhi is afraid of death and is unwilling to die, but she is very clear that she is only a thin line away from death now.

But even so...

"...No...I want...to die." She raised her head and said with difficulty.

The boy let out a sigh, and said cheerfully, "But you're going to die soon."

The girl lowered her head slowly. Of course, she could feel the life force flowing away, and her whole body was like a funnel, which was about to bottom out.But she still said slowly, firmly, as if repeating to herself, "Don't die."

I don't know if I'm talking to myself or to the person in front of me.

She is like a seed growing in the crevices of rocks, sprouting tremblingly from the hard rock and soil, stretching out the young stems and leaves, the vigorous vitality that wants to live no matter what, when death comes When he is in despair, he bursts out with brilliant and gorgeous brilliance like a flame.

A hand gently brushed the top of her messy hair, brushing away the broken leaves and stains from the top of her head.He squatted halfway in front of the flower branch, his iris-colored eyes were level with her, reflecting a disheveled self.

When Hua Zhi saw him stretch out his hand, a faint smile slowly swayed from the corner of his mouth.Her dirty hands were careful, and she couldn't wait to grab one of his fingers, and then amidst the roaring sound in her ears, her eyes darkened, and the breath she held on to slowly let go, and she knocked down on the boy. In the thin arms.

One second before she passed out completely, she heard a chuckle, numbly teasing her ears, miraculously soothing her almost dry soul like a feather.

Half a month has passed since I woke up again, and the first scene I saw when I opened my eyes was not the white ward, not the free and bright sky outside the window, but him who opened the door and walked in slowly.

Osamu Dazai.

Mr. Dazai.

This man who suddenly appeared in her barren and fractured life was like a flame, a beam of light, and a marshmallow that could not be stopped to attack the city.

His eyes are cold, but his palms are warm.His color is dark, but in Hua Zhi's eyes, it is warmer and more dazzling than the rare sun in Yokohama.His heart is bitter, his smile is lonely, and his expression is cold, but the candy in his hand is sweet, and his cheeks are soft. He sits beside her hospital bed and quietly reads the book on his lap. So even the clouds floating over Yokohama Port, where the sea and sky are lined up outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, are as soft and sweet as cotton candy.

So, when Mr. Dazai casually offered to die for love again, Hanae agreed without hesitation.

Mr. Dazai, who has fluffy black hair like cotton candy, was stunned for a rare moment, his iris-colored eyes were slightly bent, and Huazhi also showed a shallow, small smile along with him.

After being discharged from the hospital, he rubbed his cheek against the girl's neck, and then said suddenly, "Hey Huazhi, you don't have a surname yet, do you? How about I give you a surname?"

So, they stayed in the room all afternoon, looked through the dictionary, and took a surname like this.

Onitsuka flower branch.

The tomb of the evil spirits, who is known as the most terrifying evil spirit of the Port Mafia by the outside world, how did he choose such a name?

Onizuka Hanae didn't understand it at the time, she just thought the surname sounded nice, and when Mr. Dazai called her surname, it was as soft as a cloud in the sky.

The naive girl only knows that she finally has a complete surname, half from the vague memory of the past, and half from the person who is crossing her fingers now.

He also once asked Huazhi, if another person picked her up at that time, would she still look at that person with such attachment eyes?

Huazhi looked at him and shook his head, then said in a low voice: "No, I will repay him. I can give anything except my life."

But I will not fall in love with him.

She didn't say the second half of the sentence. Hua Zhi, who was fourteen or fifteen years old at that time, hid all the girl's thoughts in her heart, shyly and shyly daring not to say it, for fear of offending the person she liked so much.

She saw him twitching the corners of his mouth with a half-smile, his iris-colored eyes drooping, unable to see clearly, then he took her into his arms, put his chin on her shoulder, and whispered in her ear like a baby Said: "Miss is a little liar, she lied to herself and her heart. But since she lied to me, then just keep lying to me like this."

Onitsuka Hanae accepted the accusation in a daze, not knowing why, and feeling panic in her heart.She wanted to see Mr. Dazai's expression, but he kept his back to her. She wanted to open her mouth to explain, but felt unable to.She has no memories of the past, and her life started again in the hands of a man named Osamu Dazai, and naturally she doesn't know the reason for his displeasure.

He tried his best to get this bouquet of roses, erase her past, and appear in front of the newborn her like Liu Daoku, despicably stealing the eyes that don't belong to him like a thief, but always worried about being exposed, Think pessimistically about ten thousand kinds of bad