[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

"You're calmer than I thought, Mako." Nakagawa Ichiro drank down the cup of wine, and finally broke the vague silence in the air with an aimless and idle tone.

Hearing that the wine jar in his hands slid from his knees to the soles of his feet, Pingzi squatted on the thick branches of the maple tree, hunched over and tilted his shoulders. The natural sagging makes the whole face exude a tired and tired look, especially Hiyori's feet. The eyelids cover up the momentary brilliance in the light-colored eyes: "Hideaki Sukawa doesn't want to live, even if he works hard It's useless. But for the shield of the Sukawa family, Suzuki-senpai should die well."

Ichiro Nakagawa stared at the amber liquid gradually filling the container with his ice-blue pupils expressionless, he raised his hand to his lips in an elegant and unrestrained movement, drinking quickly and urgently, as if deliberately trying to get himself drunk : "Yeah. She died fighting for the man she loves. Youmei really deserved her death."

"Pfft——" Although it's very unkind to make such a moth that spews wine out of the nostrils when others are mourning the affectionate memories of the deceased, but suddenly hearing this shocking gossip, Pingzi's eyes darkened, and a sudden feeling rose in his head. It's a dizzy feeling like a blue sky, a thunderbolt, five thunders, a thunderbolt, and a mess in the wind. You almost go to Hexi to become a fairy, and you almost fall down on your feet and head down.

Although it is disrespectful to the deceased to say so, but Suzuki beauty, are those two holes under your eyebrows used for breathing, for breathing or for breathing!How bad is this look, how thick is the nerve, how strong is the will, and how strong is the will to feel so much affection for Fukawa Hideaki, a monster YD whose breath is full of "come and crush me"? Life and death promises, ah no, it's the point of life and death!Unrequited love to such an extent that I am struggling with facial muscle movement disorders, I don't know what expression to put on.

Ichiro Nakagawa shook his brows, his expression was still gentle and gentle like a gentleman's signature, and he had a bloody feud with the wine that seemed to be contributed by Hepingzi under his hand, and the movement of drinking like flowing water was completely out of touch: "So surprised? I thought that as a beautiful girlfriend, this kind of thing She should have told you earlier."

Best friend...you are the best friend, your whole family is best friend, and your family tree is all best friend!I am the man who wants to be the first love of the beautiful and lovely girl in Quan Jingling Court!Not a close friend!

Hirako flicked his fingertips. The wine jar in front of the tip of his nose followed the classical mechanics principle of acceleration of gravity, and fell freely towards Tianling Gai of Nakagawa Ichiro: "You can't tell from Suzuki-senpai's usual behavior at all."

Of course, this obviously joking attack will not have any impact on Ichiro Nakagawa. He raised the palm above his head to accurately support the falling wine jar, and smiled softly: "Thank you for the hospitality. I thought you would at least criticize it Didn't you think that the taste of beautiful mate selection is just this kind of emotion that is neither salty nor bland?"

"Compared to criticizing the love affair that the deceased tried to hide, I want to despise you, a random guy. You look so leisurely now that you can't see any sadness." The ending of the Kansai accent is still sloppy. It was long, but it didn't rise slightly like the master's usual slick tone. Hirako Mako slid down the tree trunk unhurriedly, and finally stood softly on the grass almost touching the bent knee of Nakagawa Ichiro.

"Tears are enough to flow once. I think you who came from Ruhun Street should understand this truth best." Ichiro Nakagawa raised the wine jar in his hand unhurriedly, and the amber liquid flew across the air A crystal arc fell into the slightly parted lips and teeth, and the clear sapphire blue eyes were finally evaporated by the rushing alcohol in the blood to form a thin layer of mist, like stubborn tears accumulated in the eye sockets that refused to fall.

Pingzi Mako twitched the corners of her lips in boredom, and finally sighed fiercely: "I'm only afraid of your current appearance, so I invite you to drink, don't use such a weird, bitter face that doesn't match yours at all." Face me, okay? Or if I count one, two, three, we two will cry together? I'm starting to count, one, two, three..."

"That's enough, Mako Hirako. You're only going to make people laugh!" The word gentle and introverted also means perfect hiding and good control of emotions, but it is obvious that at this moment there is a deliberate expression The flat-mouthed, frowning expression exaggerated and the playful Mako Hirako is simply an embarrassing person who challenges Ichiro Nakagawa's EQ limit. Nakagawa Ichiro is frowning and enduring a stomach full of irritating liquids After 15 seconds of allergic reactions to the "tear-eyed" and "pitiful" stars in front of me, I finally couldn't bear it anymore and slapped him, and turned my head slightly with a distorted expression, "Please stay away from me .”

The swaying palm was caught by a powerful force, and the sensitive skin of the wrist was gently and forcefully oppressed.Those messy and eccentric expressions on Mako Hirako's face in front of him are slowly converging into quiet and gentle lines, so quiet and peaceful that one even wants to sink into the depths of the light gray pupils: "Isn't this all right?" Xiqiang gently touched the tympanic membrane hidden deep in the tunnel, Mako Hirako’s tone showed no pity, no seeming pity, but in fact she was just showing her own superiority while praying despicably that the same misfortune would not befall her. mercy, without that cold and pitiless mercy.He just quietly accompanied a scarred heart, and generously contributed his chest when the other party needed it.

The strength that restrained his wrist was slowly relaxed, and Nakagawa Ichiro suddenly embraced the slender neck of the boy in front of him, pulled the boy's thin body into his arms, and let out a heart-piercing whimper in the boy's sunny but soft blond hair: "Can't do anything! Makoto! My incompetent brother can't do anything! I can only watch Youyou go to die! Get killed!"

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Division [-], on the corridor outside the captain's dormitory.

Hideaki Fukawa hid behind the raised wine cup, his thin red lips slowly raised at a subtle angle: "Sanxi Yuuki likes my Mako, right?"

Sitting upright across from the short couple, sitting upright, using the strict etiquette that he had been trained since childhood to be smooth and elegant, and Hideaki Fukagawa pushed the cup to change the cup, Yuuki Zangbu had a sip of wine stuck in his throat, wandering in a difficult way It's the crossroads where you give the blockbuster red-haired man opposite a hot bloody head, or swallow it into your trachea to make yourself tearful.

On the other side, Fu Chuan Yingming, who had just uttered an astonishing remark, was very calm about relying on the old man: "As someone who has experienced it, I have to give you some advice. In some respects, this child, Makoto, is very similar to Yuan Zhibifang back then,..."

A hell butterfly flew into the confronting sight of the two from the lush horse drunken tree under the corridor, interrupting Fuchuan Yingming's unfinished words.

Yuuki Zangwu shook his shoulders and swallowed the cough that was suppressed in the depths of his throat, and the slender index finger in the depths provided a place for the exhausted black butterfly in front of him.

Just now there was a subtle and mysterious touch on the skin, and Mako Hirako's Kansai dialect, which was frantic, rushed into his mind and deafened him: "Zangwu, come to the rescue, I was bloody by that bastard Nakagawa Ichiro!"

"Pfft——" The cough that compressed the intake pipe from the throat gushed out from between the lips and teeth unsuspectingly.