Only 100 days left in life

the next day.

When Shiratori Mariko walked into the room of the oiran candidate who had made friends with Suma, she was dressing up.

The jet-black hair like a crow's feather was tied up in a bun, exposing the delicate and flamboyant appearance of the oiran candidate.

"Why do you have time to see me today?" Hearing the sound of Shiratori Mariko walking in, she asked without raising her head, her hands kept moving, "Are you done with your work?"

This time was already approaching Zhang Jianshi, so the alternate oiran was still seriously busy, waiting to welcome the first batch of guests.

Shiratori Mariko didn't know what to say, but responded in a low voice.

She sat beside the alternate oiran, looked at her silently, and said after a while, "I'm leaving."

The efficiency of the ghost killing team is very high, and basically the matter is almost handled in one morning.

Shiratori Mariko has no reason to stay here.

"Yes," the alternate oiran replied, "I know."

She slowly added a touch of color to the corners of her eyes, but her voice was a little sad, "I know that a bird like you would not stop in such a place."

Hearing this sentence, Shiratori Mariko coughed a little embarrassedly.

Why did you say it as if you did something to apologize to her!She obviously didn't do anything!

Looking at the slightly embarrassed Shiratori Mariko, the alternate oiran glanced at her and laughed.

She looked at Mariko Shiratori, who was still wearing a suit, with narrow eyes, "I'm leaving and you haven't told me your name yet. Speaking of which, is your surname Shiratori really?"

"Well," thinking of the upcoming parting, Shiratori Mariko folded her hands on her knees, "Shiratori. Shiratori Mariko."

"I'm sorry," she said awkwardly, and put an envelope in her hand on her desk, "This is for the proprietress, the accommodation expenses and living expenses during this period, and the things that interrupted the business really It’s troublesome. Please pass it on for me.”

The alternate oiran raised his eyebrows, "I see."

After a pause, she said, "No need to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong, so you don't need to apologize to me."

Shiratori Mariko: "But the fact that I am a woman is indeed hidden from you."

The fact that she was dressed as a man, even if she had to, did deceive the rest of the shop.There's no excuse for that.

"Ah, speaking of this, no," said the alternate oiran, "actually, I didn't hide it. Not only me, but Lixia oiran probably also knows that you are a girl. It's obvious—after all, Tanzi is a boy too. It's obvious. You don't have relevant experience, do you?"

"Is it so obvious?!" Shiratori Mariko subconsciously touched the braids at the back of her head, "I thought"

I thought it was a scam!

The alternate oiran chuckled, holding the makeup product for thrush, leaning on Mariko Shiratori's shoulder, and slowly drew her eyebrows.

"Relax. You are too thin, you should mend it, so that you can lean on it comfortably," she said with a smile, feeling the sudden stiffness of Shiratori Mariko, "So, I didn't deceive us. No need to apologize of."

Mariko Shiratori couldn't do anything to her, so she had no choice but to let her lean on her shoulder with some helplessness and connivance, and sighed, "Is it more comfortable to lean on the cushion than to lean on me?"

She turned her head to look at the alternate oiran who was leaning comfortably on her body, and inadvertently saw the red mark on the alternate oiran's neck, and paused again.

Is this a trace of yesterday?

But didn't the whole Flower Street close down yesterday? !

"It feels different," the alternate oiran murmured, "It's still not the same."

She breathed out, "Remember to send me a letter? I might be able to parade next year. I'll send you a letter then, come and see me parade?"

Shiratori Mariko opened her mouth, as if she had lost the ability to answer the conversation for a moment, like a bag tied with stones and sunk into the sea, with a heavy feeling in her breath.

Those things that she wanted to bury surfaced again, causing her to become silent again, and it was difficult to get around.

What can she do?

She can't do anything.She is a person who can't even take care of herself.

Shiratori Mariko fell silent like this, staring for a long time at the small piece of light and shadow that leaked from the upper round window of the house.

Birds chirping outside the window, the sound is clear, and the wind gently blows the light-colored gauze curtain hanging by the window, bringing a little warmth that seems to be absent.

She didn't know what to say, just like she didn't know how to help the person in front of her, or the wandering girls on Huajie.

This might be the second time she's been helpless.Aside from herself, she was powerless and unable to break the situation for the second time.

Seeing that Shiratori Mariko stopped talking, the alternate oiran finished the last stroke of eyebrows, looked in the mirror, and then put down the cosmetics in her hands.

"Do I look good?" She turned her head and smiled brightly at Mariko Shiratori beside her.

Shiratori Mariko subconsciously nodded.

"It's nice," she said. "It's nice."

"Look," the alternate oiran leaned against the table, lazily picked up the pipe that was set aside, like a blooming camellia, with a sense of decadence, "Even with my identity, there are times when it is brilliant."

She gave a casual smile, "Stop bothering about these things—whatever they are. If you're interested, you can tell me what's bothering you."

Looking at the pale and thin brown-haired girl in front of her, the alternate oiran blinked, her smile was wanton and warm, with her heavy makeup and complicated headgear, she looked like a goldfish swaying in the water.

"Oh, don't be sad," she teased, "Smile more—maybe, seeing your beautiful smile, I'm in a good mood today. How about treating you to a meal? I'm very stingy."

Shiratori Mariko also laughed, but her eyes were full of nostalgia, like the scattered light traces reflected by the street lamps shining on the deep and dark bottom of the lake when walking by the lake in autumn night, with a little at a loss.

"Do you want to leave Flower Street?" she asked.

She can't help many people, but with a little savings, she can still be bought.

If you want to arrange it, you can ask Mr. Sanshikiya to try it out.As long as the alternate oiran is willing, he can also survive in the ghost killing team.

The alternate oiran glanced at Shiratori Mariko, "You want to buy me?"

She chuckled, "Did I tell you? Lixia Huakui left with her sweetheart. She saved enough money and married someone who was willing to marry her."

Just like that, she left without hesitation, followed the person who was willing to marry her, and even simply said goodbye to the people in the store, without taking anything or leaving any contact information.

I don't know what her future fate will be.Hope it goes well.

Shiratori Mariko blinked, but couldn't say "Congratulations to her".

She slowly spit out that sentence from the bottom of her heart, as if pushing away a heavy stone on her heart, "Will that person treat her well?"

"Who knows," the alternate oiran took another puff of cigarette, and the curling smoke was exhaled from her mouth, and then scattered into the air, "at least I don't know. As a person who was bought back at a high price, he will probably be properly resettled Well, anyway, I’m not someone who would put my life in someone else’s hands.”

She looked into the distance, "White Bird, what kind of place do you think Flower Street is?"

The memories of the past few days swept towards her like fragments, Shiratori Mariko moved her lips, and exhaled slowly.

"It looks beautiful and prosperous on the surface—"

Along the way, she met many friends.

"There's not much time left to rot inside."

But she will say goodbye to them soon.

Oiran looked at Mariko Shiratori's calm and indifferent side face, unconsciously tapped the pipe in his hand, and sighed faintly.

She could clearly feel that what Mariko Shiratori was talking about was not just about Huajie, and maybe there was more.More, something she hasn't touched yet.

"Is there no way to save it?" The alternate oiran blinked and asked wistfully.

Shiratori Mariko pulled the corners of her lips, showing a forced smile.

"Well," she said, "there is no way."

"Is there no hope?" the alternate oiran asked again.

She saw the water in Mariko Shiratori's eyes was fragmented and shone slightly.

"hopeless."

"Then let's maintain the only surface until the last moment before it completely rots."

The oiran with exquisite makeup and rich clothes chuckled, not knowing whether she was telling the person in front of her or herself, "This is enough, isn't it?"

compartment on the other side.

Gojo Satoru and Fuheshier occupied a corner, full of dislike for each other, but at this moment they were staring at the room on the other side.

With the hearing of two people, the voice next door can be clearly heard from here.

When the alternate oiran finished speaking, the room fell into silence again.

The silence spread between the two of them, drifting like crumbs all over the room, and falling into corners where no one cared.

"Flower Street"

Gojo Satoru sighed inexplicably.

Fu Heisher raised his eyelids, and took a look at Wujo Wu.

In the end, he didn't say anything, as if he didn't hear the word Gojo Satoru said.

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows.

"Huh?" he said, "Why, do you have any other interest in Flower Street—"

Fu Heisher glanced at Gojo Satoru uninterestedly, and stood up, "Don't ask me."

After confirming that Shiratori Mariko had left here, he pushed open the door and went out directly.

Regardless of Fuheshier who had already left, Gojo Wu put the empty dessert box on the table as if nothing had happened, and clapped his hands.

"What would you like to eat today?" He said to himself, and stood up, "Let's go to Shiratori's house for a meal——no, it seems that the high school recently has an assistant supervisor with good cooking skills. "

Gojo Satoru stretched his waist, "Yo Sai! Okay, it's such a happy decision~"