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, not wanting the first reunion in years to end in embarrassment and anger.

"I'm sorry, Gang... I'm so excited."

Sawada Tsunayoshi undeniably squatted down and rubbed her little head, "Although I really don't know what you are thinking, where are you from, where are you going, or what else is your goal at the beginning? What. But, I really, believe you. Otherwise, can I still stand here and talk nonsense with you?"

In the tone, there is an indescribable pampering.

Atu sniffled and pouted.

Ask, "Gang, do you like wayward children?"

When Tsunayoshi Sawada faced this question, he hesitated again, thinking whether to tell the truth or something in the middle?He stood still.

"Then, let me change back to the Atu you wished for, okay?"

There is no hope, let alone despair.

There is no heartbreak without grief, and there is no return of faith full of hope.

The dust is flying, and the wind is blowing.

The girl lost her surname bound by the spirit of words.

——In my name, return your surname.

Dream,

You can ignore it.

You made an illusion that has no beginning and end, etc., and you wake up again.

The sun is still shining on the earth, and the air is still rising and falling in the atmosphere.

People still live.

And the child who was talking in his sleep disappeared without a trace.

Maybe it's a dream.

Maybe, she went back and became the girl he wanted.

Then come back and continue to stay with him.

When Zetian came back to his senses, the girl who claimed to be Atu had disappeared.

It's as if it never appeared.

Afterwards, Tsunayoshi Sawada never saw that dream again in his dream every Saturday, which may be said to be scary, or a preview, or a blurred dream, never again.

[Four]

"Miss Journey, please copy these documents."

The dark-haired woman raised her head and smiled, "Okay, no problem. Just put it here, and I'll take care of everything for you later." She pressed the phone in her hand a few times, then put it back In his pockets, he rubbed his hands back and forth, "Well, go and do your work, and just leave it to me."

She said to her work partner.

After she finished speaking, she turned her head and looked at the windowless wall - she couldn't see anything, but she smiled like a fool as if she saw some light walking in front of her.

She gasped, still maintaining the same smile.

Always hold your head high, like a noble knight king.

She dreamed of the most beautiful thing in the world.

That is the person he loves, he laughs with him, he dreams with her, back and forth, back and forth, going round and round.Dreaming of all the good and bad things in this world.Such as time, such as death, such as staying together for a long time, such as love, or parting between life and death.

—Perhaps, enough is enough.

"Speaking of which, Miss Journey, why are you called Journey? Journey?" Her work partner looked at the brunette woman with a gentle smile on her cheek.

Journey rested his chin on one hand, propped his arm on the printer, and put his other hand unconsciously on the scalding printer body, as if he could find some inspiration.She was in a daze while the other waited for her answer.How thrilling, or bland.

"Because I have been traveling for a long time, which gave me a lot of inspiration, so I think Journey is suitable for me."

Weird.

Because I am from heaven.

I am your traveler in the past, and you are the most beautiful in my heart.

Although we are staggered in our 17-year-old lives, maybe our lives will have nothing left in each other's lives, memories.We don't even have humble memories, but you are in your prime, but I have a one-way trip to heaven from now on.

I said, that's a game, a game between me and you.If you find me and remember me, then we...be together.

——Because I have experienced a journey in your life.

did they loveThose who remember will of course say they loved it.

It doesn't matter, just love it.

It's just a pity that from now on we are like strangers, we will never meet again, and I will never spend the rest of my life with you.

【Fives】

——Then, let me travel with you.

——This is a confession in the world that only you can understand.

"Paradise Journey"

【six】

At the age of 17, all the youth bloomed more beautifully than flowers.

He met her.

One is Tsunayoshi Sawada, a godfather in the Mafia who sometimes acts like a child who doesn't know much about the world; the other is Ameto Shimokawa, an experienced mafia executive.

They are also people who are groping for the light in the dark. They meet, know each other, and love each other in such a world that is extremely lacking in spiritual comfort.

17-year-old October NO.14, it was Tsunayoshi Sawada's birthday, and it was also a good year for him to inherit Pengo Lie.The much-desired ceremony officially took place in his birthday year.

Yes, officially.

There are guardians who have lived and died with me, people who know the truth, such as my father, and my life mentor, the child of the rainbow and many allied families.There is still a way.

But it happened by accident.

People with bad intentions encouraged many ambitious people to organize resistance, and when people were not fully prepared, they succeeded. 17-year-old Tsunayoshi Sawada, in such a beautiful time, he fell alone in a pool of blood, and the people around him were in grief and anger. They caught the perpetrator and gave him a hellish punishment. They tried their best to save you like this.

And she was helpless.

If there is an unscientific thing in this world, it is that Shimokawa Sorato used his own life reincarnation to exchange the life of Sawada Tsunayoshi.That was something that no one was willing to do, but she had to be asked to do it.

Fortunately, Tsunayoshi Sawada survived, and everything is fine, he also made the mafia better; unfortunately, he forgot everything in that flowery youth, that person, that girl.

She went through a journey in heaven and changed her face. Her name is Journey.

As a result, this girl would appear in my dreams every night; although, she disappeared again later.

【Seven】

Journey's documents have been printed out.

On the last piece of paper, the warm residual temperature indicates that this is a real existence.She suddenly smiled softly.

The person next to her asked her, "What's wrong?"

She didn't look at her work partner, but folded the piece of paper and stuffed it into her pocket, then turned around, handed the printed information to the staff beside her, and said, "It's nothing."

And in that pocket, the paper lying safely and securely reads in black and white:

--game over.

"postscript"

According to the stipulated time, Qiong went to a coffee shop to get the filtered data.

After he followed the steps and was about to leave, the voice whispered in her ear like a dream, and then patted him on the shoulder.Turning around, it was a girl with black hair.

It feels clean and familiar.

On such a sunny day, she smiled at him and said, "Mr. Qiong, hello. I am your agent, and my name is Journey."

-END-

Note ①: From Lingxi's "Sixth Season"

empty talk of reality

FIN. Hanamori folding fan

The author has something to say: I tried a little bit of ancient style, and then... it ruined this article TT

And the folding fan is exaggerated, but I have one at home, and I compared it with the mirror orz, maybe the fan is really big... maybe my face is too small =-=

Well, this is an unfinished KO that makes people look at the spitting blood and tears, blurred or clear, or moved, or comprehend something!The next chapter is officially over!There should be some extra episodes!

I will do my best to work hard for the new students and high school == Ink Danqing painting, tracing, and finally outline the beautiful pink bricks and black tiles of Wuzhen.The pipa is long and slow, and the rhyme is like the sound of nature, diffused like water through the vermilion curtain.Under which piece of pear blossom, there is infinite love and thought.The faint fragrance is inhaled into the world from far or near, the sky is boundless, and the jade flute blows across the carmine.The autumn wind knocking on the window lattice flows quietly like the sound of music.Spread out the rice paper, the overlapping thoughts are attached to the ink, and the dark melancholy is adjusted. ①

Just like that woman.

The close-fitting old-fashioned big red cheongsam is not vulgar at all, not coquettish, as if it is natural, who has polished such a woman into a flawless jade, it can be said to have icy muscles and fine bones, and the eyebrows are beautiful and picturesque, it is not an exaggeration.That pair of small jade-like hands held a folding fan. The fan was huge, as big as three faces. On the surface of the fan was a budding peony, surrounded by flowers of all shapes and sizes. , It can be called a feast of flowers blooming.

When she smiles, that beautiful face blooms like a flower, so that people in Wuzhen will turn their heads sideways, gaze at her from a distance, and observe such a woman.

"Tsk, sister. I said you are too unkind. Holding this folding fan will damage your perfect image now!" The boy who followed him closely had a pair of red phoenix eyes that were raised up, which was very beautifully outlined. In place, she was ecstasy, dressed casually, with her hands in her pockets, but she glanced at the people around her contemptuously.

This trip to Wuzhen is the first time for the two of them to travel far away. They are far away in Kanagawa, Japan. They have long heard their father describe that when they came to Wuzhen by accident, they were fascinated by the beautiful scenery here, just like a fairy beauty. It made him reluctant to go to the Huacheng family's own home.

Huacheng