empty talk of reality

There are so many unavoidable things in the world.

"Maybe..." I felt a little bitter and couldn't say it, "it's because we live here."

The clock in the room started ticking, and it was about to reach midnight, which made me feel inexplicably nervous, and it would calm down after a while.

It's not the first time I live here, it's very familiar, very familiar, so I don't seem to have any worries at all.

"If, I said if."

"What will happen if you die?"

My heart trembled, as if a dagger had stabbed my heart fiercely, and I began to bleed.

"I never thought about it." My voice even became muddy and weak, "Also, we will be fine, trust me, Hasumi."

I saw her expression, but at this moment, silence is better than sound. I heard that wailing as thin as a mosquito in a far away place, which made people feel extremely sad and miserable.

"I will be fine." In the dark night, her eyes were extraordinarily bright, reminding me of her when she was so young, clean and clear, made of water, "Rong Rong, I will be fine, very good, for you."

—and our future.

I hugged her tightly and fell asleep, hoping that all the good things would not be broken.

In the early morning of the next day, I found that Hasumi had woken up. I rubbed my sleepy eyes and saw her at the door of the small shop.She sat there quietly, and it was difficult for people to notice her inner feelings. I was guessing whether she was sad, desolate, afraid, helpless...or she accepted it quietly.

She was sitting there, the residual warmth of the sun, and the angle were all arranged just right. When I opened the door of this store, I felt extremely fresh and gentle and familiar.

I go out and feel the city.Very lively, much more lively than yesterday.

Most of the people on the street were tall and powerful, and some were short but still tall. There were strong men, fat men, and more or less tall and plump women.

There are also all kinds of old and young, women or families with children, single parents.

These are people living in this world.

……

etc?They are all...foreigners?

Realizing this, I ignored Hasumi, and I ran outside, randomly looking for a kinder-looking middle-aged woman, and I asked in English, "Excuse me, where is this place, I just came here I don’t know the place, I seem to be lost, and I forgot to buy my map.” She smiled kindly and looked at me for a while.

"It's okay miss, this is Milan..."

I couldn't hear what she said clearly, and felt confused.

How did I come here and feel at ease until I suddenly realized it now?

I felt a fire-like electric current fly in my mind, and I ran back to the store and thanked the woman at the same time.

Hasumi didn't sit in the same position anymore, but took the phone under my bed, looking through something, saw that I suddenly panicked, but also strong and calm.

"Rong Rong." With a bit of coquettishness, "Why did we come here suddenly? By the way, do you have games on your phone? It's boring without a computer here."

I pretended I didn't know anything, but the doubts in my heart were getting bigger and bigger, and I had to entangle myself in my heart, and I had to trust my lotus view from the bottom of my heart.

This poor my Hasumi.

"I'll help you see."

I think I have the right to take a good, hard look at where I am, where I am.

This, the legendary world.

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The author has something to say: ①The heroine of a future article will cheat, and her pseudonym is Qiu He

Is it too much? ==Okay, I didn’t get the outline right because a subject of mental illness made me so cute that I cried ghosts and gods and then overthrew it. Maybe the article is messed up... Forget it, let’s have fun!The dark text is so cute~~Entertainment==The stable life lasted for nearly a month, and the two of them are familiar with this store—it turned out that a well-known painter named Qiu He① gave us a care He said that he would come back in three years, and now he asks us to take care of the store.

After I got acquainted, I dismissed Hasumi on the pretext of going to a painting exhibition.

She deleted all the information on the phone just in case, and kept all the information hidden and encrypted. Fortunately, this phone is relatively high-end, and it doesn't look like a brand, but custom-made.

I found a familiar one in my mailbox and sent a row of messages.

—— "See the old place at a glance"

Because a long time ago, the place where they first cooperated was in Milan.

It was a noisy square with many people scattered.

There are street performers, performers, magicians, and some who feed white pigeons.I don't like to wait for people, so when I go, I will always be ten minutes later than the scheduled time. Fortunately, the people with me know me better and are considerate of me.

For example, Valerio in front of him.

He was wearing a black suit, which made people feel very energetic, but his face was haggard and tired. He sat on the seat in the middle of the square.

It feels different.

When he was a child, or when he was young, he always looked carefree and innocent. Even at such a young age, when the two of them worked together, they talked and laughed without any worries.But look now, it's completely different.He was still like a child, but in a blink of an eye he had grown up and matured, and he even had obvious male characteristics, such as a blue beard stubble.

In fact, he has already seen me.

"Rong Cao." His voice was low, "I really didn't expect you to come so soon."

I am puzzled.

"What do you mean I came so soon? By the way, where is this place?"

Of course I am not talking about the place, but when.

"Ten years later." He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and picked out one with familiarity. The cigarette had a faint fragrance of camellia, which reflected delicate, delicate, delicate and soft.

"Camellia cigarettes? Isn't this for ladies? Do you still smoke?"

He nodded.There was no answer, and what answered me was a non-pungent but somewhat strange smoke with delicate smoke and mellow taste.

I remember that this brand was discontinued a long time ago, and it may take a lot of effort to get it back.The first time I knew about this tea flower cigarette, it was because of one sentence.

——Meeting you for the first time is like returning from an old friend.

At first I liked Camellia Smoke because of this beautiful poem, but unfortunately I don't know the author of this poem.

Later, I gradually fell in love with tea flower cigarettes, also because of its unique taste.

It's a pity that Hasumi didn't like us smoking, so he quit.

Unexpectedly, his current actions made me feel a little itchy.

Valerio was not in a hurry to expose my thoughts, and silently took out the pack of cigarettes again, and the poem was really engraved on the pack.

"Thank you." I took out one, lit it up in a decent way, and then smoked it, the smell is still good and fresh.

A man and a woman, an adult and a child, are sitting in the middle of this square, smoking a lady's cigarette, not knowing what they are thinking or looking forward to.

He didn't ask me too many questions, and I didn't ask him either. The two were silent, but they both knew what the other was going to say.It's nothing more than keeping silent, smoking a cigarette, and relaxing.

He finished first.

"Rong Cao, Doctor Izusui prescribed the order ten years ago."

I was shocked and opened my mouth wide, "I destroyed it as soon as I got it... Don't you know?"

He didn't seem to hear it, so he continued to talk about himself, "The hallucinations and delusions of Renjian, you know. After further judgment, it was diagnosed as compartmental schizophrenia. Mainly from the two aspects of vision and taste. "

My breathing almost stopped.

"The initial judgment at the time was indeed correct, but soon Izumi began to doubt herself. Because Hasumi has no possibility at all, it is completely what an ordinary person should have, even what she said is a normal psychology Response, there's absolutely nothing psychiatric about it."

"...In my opinion, there is indeed no."

He suddenly turned his head, his eyes were calm, and he stared at me, but it made me feel a little worried. I habitually tilted my head to the left and looked at him.

"But do you know? Hasumi, in the past ten years, has been on the throne of the Mafia. Do you know what it means?"

This means that she has fallen into hell from now on, the darkness from which she will never turn over.

I am chilled.

"why."

Valerio took out another cigarette and lit it, and the cigarette began to be exhaled by him in circles around me.

"She got engaged to the current tenth godfather just after joining Vengley for less than two years. Even I don't know the reason here. I have inquired about this godfather who I know Guardians, most of them feel powerless and inexplicable."

"Hannami once asked me what life would be like if we all died."

Valerio turned his head in disbelief, stubbed out the cigarette in his hand, and stared at me for a while, his voice was gnashing his teeth, it was the kind that came from the depths of his chest, roaring like a beast, "You said What? How is it possible!"

He didn't answer this question for me, instead he handed me a letter, "You have a good look at it yourself, you'd better remember it for me after reading it, and then return it to me." He sat where he was, closed his eyes and took a short rest. .

I opened the envelope and shook the letter. It was not very long, and the handwriting was elegant and elegant. It was written in Italian. It was very beautiful, and one could imagine the handsome body of the owner who wrote the letter.

"Dear Prisoner:

Thank you so much for keeping me chained to the silence of the world for so many years, I'm grateful