Only 100 days left in life

This kind of small stall on the side of the road, the owner basically provides a net bag made of glutinous rice paper and a small bowl, a piece of [-] yen, if the net surface is broken, you can change it for free, and you need to buy it later up.

According to common sense, as long as the goldfish can be caught in the bowl with a small paper net, the game will be considered a success.

Shiratori Mariko, who has never played this game, had strange fantasies about this game, and she was quite confident at first—just like the claw machine, although she has never played similar games, she always feels that she can do it.

But things were not always as expected. She tried several times, but failed to catch the goldfish.

Then Shiratori Mariko gritted her teeth and paid for it, and decided to try again.

Facts have proved that for the matter of krypton gold, once, there will be a second time.

With a splash, the goldfish returned to the water, and Mariko Shiratori, who only had half of the cash in her pocket, turned over the net bag that was broken again, and thought for a moment.

In the previous few times, she found that the paper net bag was too thin, and the goldfish struggled too much. Even several times, she had to succeed, and the things on her knees slipped down. After a moment of delay, the goldfish flung it away. The tail quickly broke the net bag and jumped back into the water.

Looking around, I found that Nakajima Atsushi and Akutagawa Ryunosuke seemed to be still competing, and there was a cheering player next to them, staring at the results of the battle wholeheartedly, as if they couldn't get away for a while.

Shiratori Mariko thought about it, and simply stuffed all the small objects in her hand to Chuya Nakahara beside her, while she concentrated on picking up the goldfish.

Nakahara Chuya who was suddenly stuffed with a lot of things:? ?

He was holding a bunch of things, thinking that Shiratori Mariko was probably running away with a bunch of things just now, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

"You were running with something in your arms just now?" Zhong Yuanzhong also asked with some difficulty, "Why?"

Under normal circumstances, shouldn't you throw things away and run away as soon as possible?These are very common temple fair gadgets, and they are not particularly difficult to buy. According to common sense, they are not right, right?

"Huh?" Shiratori Mariko raised her head to look at him, "Mr. Nakaya, are you talking about me?"

"Because I ran away before I realized it. I kept it in my arms and forgot to throw it away. And I bought it with my friends." She also seemed a little uncertain, "In fact, I don't want to throw it away and it's a bit expensive. "

Shiratori Mariko is always a bit redundant in this kind of place.

Just like she is not willing to throw away old clothes even when she grows up, except for food scraps and disposable tableware, she can throw away decisively few things in her hands.

As it turns out, a lot of trial and error, and practice makes perfect, and it's somewhat useful.

After a while, Shiratori Mariko finally picked up a goldfish and put it in a bowl. The golden-red color of the fish tail swayed slightly with the water surface, revealing a beautiful color.

Mariko Shiratori looked at the tools in her hand against the light on the side. There was a little clear water in the bowl, and the goldfish flicked its tail lively in it, but the paper net surface was not broken yet.

She stretched her eyebrows and looked down at the goldfish, and her brown hair was also coated with a soft shimmer.

It was an indescribable feeling, as if the smoke and fire of the world had rubbed into her side, Nakahara could almost see the looming tenderness in Shiratori Mariko.

That is a sense of peace that he rarely comes into contact with, far away from the smoke of gunpowder, and belongs to the "everyday" feeling.

After confirming the general situation, Shiratori Mariko simply put the net bag upside down on the edge of the pool, and showed the bowl to Nakahara Nakaya beside her, intending to share the joy of picking up the goldfish.

"It feels very beautiful," she said with a smile, "Mr. Chuya thinks?"

In fact, Nakahara Nakahara, who is not interested in goldfish at all, stared at Shiratori Mariko for a while, and finally lowered his head, looking at the goldfish in the bowl according to her words.

He stared at the goldfish for a while, but he still couldn't see what was so good about the goldfish.

Isn't it just two eyes and a tail?

But it looks much more pleasing to the eye than mackerel.

"How is it?" Shiratori Mariko asked expectantly.

She looked at him with a smile, her eyes seemed to be twinkling like stars, shining brightly.

Like a puppy wagging its tail.

Nakahara also realized almost now that Shiratori Mariko seems to have put on some makeup today, and tied up her hair that usually hangs on her shoulders. With the red ribbon behind her head, she looks gentle and cute.

The red and black bathrobe with big camellias on it, combined with her warm and soft smile, has a beautiful beauty.

"It's okay, it's okay," Zhongyuan Zhong also subconsciously changed his perfunctory, and praised a little uncomfortable, "It's pretty good."

He originally wanted to say a few words casually and hurriedly brought this topic, but when he raised his head, he thought of the wrist that belonged to Mariko Shiratori that he had just glimpsed and flashed before his eyes.

Hidden under the wide sleeves of her yukata, Mariko Shiratori's wrists seemed slimmer and paler than last time.

The blue blood vessels on her wrist were faintly visible, and the skin was tightly stretched on the bones, and she looked much thinner.

——Could it be that she is losing weight recently?

Nakahara also frowned, and looked at Shiratori Mariko a few more times.

She has indeed lost a lot of weight. She didn't have much flesh in the first place, but now she is almost slender and only her skeleton is left, but today she seems to have put on makeup to cover up her unhealthy feeling of weakness.

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought for a moment, and spoke first.

"Recently," he asked directly, "are you losing weight?"

Mariko Shiratori, who was continuing to fish for goldfish, raised her head upon hearing this, looked at Chuya Nakahara, and tilted her head in doubt.

"Why do you ask that?" She said blankly, "No."

"But you seem," Nakahara Chu also struggled to recall that word, "too slender?"

After he said it, he seemed to feel a lot smoother, "I didn't mean to point fingers at you, but next time, eat more."

Shiratori Mariko nodded blankly.

"Okay, okay?" She didn't actually react, but subconsciously replied.

When Zhong Yuanzhong also heard her agree, he nodded reassuringly.

"You need to eat more," he said with another look at the slender Mariko Shiratori, frowning, "too thin."

Shiratori Mariko finally understood what he was talking about this time.

"Thank you, Nakaya-kun," she said with a smile, "I'll keep an eye out."

Thinking of her body, Shiratori Mariko pursed her lips.

Recently, my body seems to be getting worse and worse. When I wake up, I can obviously feel the chest tightness, as if there is a boulder pressing on it, which is difficult to relieve. Recently, I have been sleepy earlier and earlier.

"I know." After a moment of depression, Shiratori Mariko laughed again, "My body, I understand."

She took this topic briskly, and didn't plan to have a deep chat with Zhong Yuan who didn't know, "Don't worry."

Looking at Chuya Nakahara, who seemed to have discovered something and was staring at her suspiciously, Mariko Shiratori sighed.

Sometimes the intuition of these people who think they can be regarded as friends is terrifying and amazing.

Looking around for a while, Shiratori Mariko simply picked up the net bag that was put aside, and stuffed it into Nakahara Chuya's hand.

"Have you ever played, Mr. Zhongye?" She said with a smile, "Then you should try it too!"

Nakahara, who was suddenly stuffed with a pole by Shiratori Mariko, also froze for a moment, and approached the goldfish pond.

"Then, let's try it." He hadn't actually played this game before, "Which one do you want?"

There was no sound coming from around, and Nakahara Nakaya looked up, and found that Mariko Shiratori seemed to be looking for the boss.

Why did you leave suddenly?what happened?

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked down with some doubts, only to find that the fish in the pool seemed to be able to feel the overwhelming momentum of the people here, and they all avoided his position far away.

None left.There was even a relatively large goldfish that raised its tail, jumped up, and threw water across his face.

Central Plains Chuya:?

Zhong Yuan also leaned back, clicked his tongue impatiently, and looked at the goldfish in the pond from "not bad" to outright disgust.

Sure enough, mackerel is also a fish, and goldfish is also a fish, and the same kind of fish are still so annoying.

By the time the competition between the armed detective agency and the new generation of Port Afia was over, the boss's stall had already gained quite a bit of popularity.

After the six got up and said goodbye to the boss, Shiratori Mariko looked at the time, and it was almost time to light the fireworks.

She looked up and looked around, and asked Nakajima Atsushi and Izumi Kyoka for their opinions, and finally decided to go to the location marked in the brochure that "overlooks the panorama of the summer festival fireworks".

As a public viewing point, it is indeed a good location, but there may be a bit too many people.

The main reason is that Shiratori Mariko thinks that it is a little strange to climb onto the windowsill of other people's homes just to watch fireworks.

But looking at Izumi Kyoka who seemed a bit disappointed after being rejected by her, Mariko Shiratori said softly, "Then why don't we go to the position you mentioned?"

Quan Jinghua's eyes lit up, and she shook her head again.

Shiratori Mariko understood what Izumi Kyoka meant, smiled and patted the head of this overly sensible child.

"Let's go," she said, "Go and see first, if there is no place, we will go to the place you mentioned, how about?"

Quan Jinghua nodded.

But Mariko Shiratori and the others hadn't taken a few steps when they were stopped by Chuya Nakahara beside him.

After he asked them where they were going, he thought about it for a while, and finally invited, "I know a place where there are fewer people and the scenery is not bad. Let's come together."

Mariko Shiratori looked at Atsushi Nakajima and Kyoka Izumi beside her, and after confirming that the two were not very repulsive, she agreed to Chuya Nakahara's invitation with a smile.

Zhong Yuanzhong was indeed telling the truth. By the time a few people reached that position, it was still half an hour before the fireworks were lit.

It was very quiet here, only a few people stood on the edge of the fence, looking at the street below.

There seemed to be a very familiar figure on the street, Shiratori Mariko looked there subconsciously, and suddenly she was patted on the shoulder.

"Wow, are you here too?" Osamu Dazai, who was wearing a blue yukata, said with a smile, "What a coincidence, Shiratori."

"Are you finished with your work?" Shiratori Mariko gave him a seat, "It's pretty fast."

She looked at Chuya Nakahara at the side, and explained to Osamu Dazai, "I just met Mr. Chuya, and he helped to call the Hong Kong gangsters. Well, the leader has verified that he didn't intend to kidnap me."

Holding the transparent bag in her hand, Shiratori Mariko complained with a smile, "I don't know who would spread such unbelievable information and trouble everyone. It's really a bit disgusting."

"Yes," Dazai Osamu said meaningfully, "Who knows?"