Only 100 days left in life

He Fu Heihui repeatedly explained the fact that he was really not leaving, let him go back to work with peace of mind, and comforted the other people who tried to leave their work and rushed over, walked on the street alone, planning to go shopping alone Shiratori Mariko who was shopping casually clicked on her message record.

She was a little surprised to find that Fuheshier had indeed gone on a trip, and had been insisting on sending her messages.

Turning from top to bottom, each picture is a landscape picture, occasionally some other animals appear, but most of the time it is just a single scene.

There are mountains, lakes, grass, and endless snow-capped mountains.His news will usually appear only a few days apart, and more often it will be several months.

Sliding to the bottom with a face full of relief, Mariko Shiratori thought she could see the nearest location he had photographed not long ago, so she could locate him in the past, but found that the news of Fuheshier finally stopped two years ago.

[Fu Heisher]: Too lazy to post.

Shiratori Mariko: "What??"

She immediately threw the teleportation aside, and angrily returned a message to Fu Heisher.Didn't you say that you will keep posting it!hateful!

[White Bird]: What's the matter with you!

To Mariko Shiratori's surprise, Fuheshier replied to her message almost instantly.

[V Heisher]:?

[Fu Heisher]: Is there someone more wicked than me, using the account of a dead person to send messages?

【Fu Heisher】: Is it you, Gojo Wu

For a moment, Mariko Shiratori didn't know whether it was good for him to complain that he was able to realize that he was "immoral", or if he complained that his first reaction was Gojo Goku.

She raised her head and glanced at the ice cream truck next to her, paused her fingers on the keyboard before continuing to hold the phone and type a reply.

【White Bird】: Bah.You are the wicked person, you give up halfway if you promise the dead!

Fu Heisher was lying on the grass, with a root of grass in his mouth, slowly looking at the sky.

[Fu Heisher]: Tsk.Isn't this back?

[Fu Heisher]: Where are you?

Shiratori Mariko snorted, went to buy an ice cream, and then replied to him while biting a popsicle.

【White Bird】: In heaven.

Fu Heisher looked at the reply, held his phone and raised his eyebrows.

The message on the other side was replied quickly, as if the person who had left was standing not far from him replying to him angrily.How interesting.

[Fu Heisher]: OK, then I will commit suicide to find you now.

The air-conditioning that belonged to the popsicle brushed her teeth and took a deep breath. Mariko Shiratori felt amused when she saw the message "I'm going to find you by suicide".

[White Bird]:?

[White Bird]: What gave you this guy's confidence that he could go to heaven!

Fu Heisher sneered and continued to answer her.

[Fu Heisher]: The dead can live, why can't I go to heaven?

Mariko Shiratori bit the last bite of the popsicle, and stared blankly at the news.

"The guy has a good point," she said thoughtfully.

Even things like resurrection from the dead can be done, what else is impossible?

She transferred her current temporary location in the magic world to Fuheshier, and told him that she could come and play when she had time, and left him alone.Anyway, it is estimated that I will find it in a while.

Shiratori Mariko yawned a little bored, and glanced at the message list on the other side.

What surprised her was that almost everyone in the high school group that she knew at the time came out to talk and said that they would come to the dinner tonight.

She was a little surprised and clicked Wujo Wu's profile picture, and chatted with him privately to send a message.

[White Bird]: Are you there?Did you see the news in the group?

[White Bird]: Where are you?

Gojo Satoru, who had just woken up, yawned, turned over, and saw the lighted up cell phone next to him.

A message floated at the top. Seeing the contact person, he raised his eyebrows interestingly.

Was hacked?

Taking the phone, Gojo Satoru with messy hair stretched out his hand to pull the clothes that had slipped a bit, and typed back slowly, "Wow!"

Soon, the other side replied with a question mark.

"It does look like a real white bird," Gojo Satoru touched his chin and continued to reply.

【Wujo Satoru】: Wow, the Shiratori account has been taken care of by me! ! !

Shiratori Mariko who saw this sentence:

Facing Wujo Satoru who seemed to have something wrong, she didn't know what to reply for a while.

After thinking about it, Shiratori Mariko continued to reply him with a heavy heart, to see if she could save Gojo Satoru.

【Shiratori】: Then I will lie down now.

But to her regret, it seems that not only the rescue was not successful, but also worsened.

The person with Wujo Satoru's stick figure on the opposite side seemed to be writhing with the incoming message.

[Five Satoru]: Wow!Shiratori account wants to lie down with me!

Mariko Shiratori closed her eyes, feeling that the way she sent messages today was not right, otherwise why would one or two be so—so weird!

【White Bird】: Wujo Wu.If you don't want to check your brain, I sincerely suggest you go, you can also find Miss Glass.

Then she received Gojo Satoru's confident and energetic reply.

[Wujo Satoru]: The profile picture is me, isn’t it because I am so handsome that Shiratori’s account replied to me?

[Gojo Satoru]: / blowing kisses

Shiratori Mariko covered her face helplessly and smiled.

She directly called up his phone number from the address book, "Wu Tiao, you should give me enough time. What are you doing?"

He heard a very familiar voice from the side of the receiver, Gojo Satoru froze for a moment.

"Are you really impressed by me?" He said uncertainly, "Wow, it really is me, Mr. Wutiao can do anything—"

The voice on the other side was silent for a moment.

"Say that again," Shiratori Mariko said through gritted teeth while holding the phone, "I'll just hang up."

What does it mean to be handsome by him—does the face get thicker with age?

After a pause, she asked again, "The tombstone by the sea—"

"Yes," Gojo Satoru admitted directly, "You saw it—are you surprised?"

He said with a smile, "The view is very nice! Sea view room!"

Shiratori Mariko: "Haha."

Returning to the side of her own tombstone again, Mariko Shiratori looked at the photo posted on it, feeling very complicated.

In fact, she really didn't expect that she actually had three tombstones, no, four.

Shiratori Mariko has already gone to Yokohama and informed the Armed Detective Agency and the Special Ability Special Affairs Division about her return.

It was only after going to the worlds on both sides that I realized that the person in the red kimono was Koyo Ozaki, the cadre of Port Afia, and the one guarding the cemetery on the side of the Demon Slayer Squad was Tanjirou's master Rinaki Sakonji .

What made her feel "favoured" the most was that she actually had two tombstones in the magic world, one in the cemetery in Tokyo, and one by the sea.

As expected of you, Gojo Satoru.

Slowly squatting down, Shiratori Mariko reached out and touched the photo above.It was a picture of eating, she rested her chin and listened to the people around her, with a gentle smile that she didn't even notice at the time.

The person who took this photo must have a very good technique. In the photo, my hair hangs on my shoulders, my eyes are slightly curved, and the whole is soothing and soft.

The wind in the evening gently blew over Mariko Shiratori's cheeks. She looked at the spots of light falling on the tombstone through the gaps in the leaves, and couldn't help reaching out to touch and pat again.

The tombstone carries the warmth and coolness of the stone itself, and Shiratori Mariko Mosuo laughed inexplicably at the rough texture of his hands.

Perhaps there is no other person in the world who can experience such a journey from life to death and life to death like her.

Thinking of this, Mariko Shiratori slowly stood up and looked up at the sky.

The leaves are rustling, the clouds are as bright and gentle as if all the brilliant colors are accumulated, the cicadas are singing around, and the birds are passing by in groups, the beauty is like a painting.

"It's time to go back," Shiratori Mariko said, "It's time to go back."

She still has an appointment tonight.

"Yeah," Gojo Satoru who didn't know when he stood beside her said, "It's almost time, although I don't mind waiting a little longer, but Knotweed and the others said they would cook for you, so they urged me to come over Oh~ Oh, grown-up children are really troublesome, and only I can tolerate them—”

"Speaking of which, Shiratori," he paused, and asked casually, "will you still go?"

Shiratori Mariko froze for a moment.

After a while, she smiled and said, "I won't be leaving. Long time no see, Wutiao."

Five years have passed, and he still seems to be the same, without any feeling of being troubled by age at all.

He still has white hair standing upright, and he looks energetic, no different from when he first met him, plus he has a baby face with a vague age, and he looks like a high school student in a shirt.

Gojo Satoru shrugged and snapped his fingers, "Of course~ After all, I am the handsome and invincible spicy teacher Gojo!"

He glanced at the tombstone next to him thoughtfully again, "Oh, that's right, do you want to take this back as a souvenir?"

Shiratori Mariko: "Who would keep this as a souvenir?"

She said helplessly, "Just put it here."

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows and held out his hand to her, "Shall I take you back?"

Shiratori Mariko laughed this time.

"Never mind," she said, "I—huh?"

Someone from behind suddenly hugged her, causing Mariko Shiratori's words to be interrupted suddenly.

She turned around in surprise, only to realize that it was Nagasaki Ye Qiangwei who was hugging her, so she smiled and hugged her and patted her.

"Okay, okay," said Mariko Shiratori, "I'm back."

After maintaining this position for a while, she then let go of her hand, took the hand of Nagasaki Wild Rose, and looked at the rest of the people who were walking quickly on the other side, "Why are you here?"

"Because Gojo Satoru said you were here," Panda scratched his face, "we drove here together."

"Yeah," Chanyuan Maki glanced at Gojo Satoru, "Leave a bunch of us behind - he really is."

Gojo Satoru blinked, "Hey~ Maki, do you guys miss Teacher so much?"

With one hand in his pocket, he condemned righteously, "I'm so sad!!"

"I'm used to it a long time ago, right?" Fu Heihui said calmly.

"Salmon salmon," Dog Curly nodded in agreement.

"Ah, Goujuan, you actually—"

"It's probably because Gojo-sensei has always been like this," Yoshino Junpei said helplessly.

"But it's indeed Wutiao's style," Yi Guyou said with a smile, "Long time no see, Shiratori."

Standing beside him was Li Xiang, who had grown up a lot, and also greeted Shiratori Mariko with a smile.

"So sad," Gojo Satoru pretended to be devastated, "Student Knotweed, the only teacher is you"

"Ah," Yuzu Yuhito, who had been wandering away, touched his stomach, "I'm hungry."

He scratched his head in embarrassment, and showed a hearty smile, "I'm sorry, I didn't eat when I went out for a mission at noon——Teacher Wutiao, what did you just say?"

Gojo Satoru decisively decided to pretend he hadn't said anything.

Shiratori Mariko let out a chuckle.

"Let's go, let's go back," she looked at the friends beside her, "What's for dinner? How about hot pot?"

As the sun sinks, the lights on the street gradually light up, converging into a distant, soft, glowing river.

Like a hand loosened during a journey, like a thread separated after intertwining, passing through the trivial gaps left by time and space, she meets them again.

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