Only 100 days left in life

By the time the three of them finished their meal and flew back to Yokohama, it was almost nine o'clock.

It was dark all around, only the room next to Zhongya Zhongye's private helipad was still lit.

Shiratori Mariko fell asleep again on the plane, yawned and got off the plane. After saying goodbye to Nakahara Nakaya, she walked outside in a daze.

Standing on the outer edge of the private apron, she was caught off guard by the cold wind and remembered that there were no buses at this point.

The last train stops at around [-]:[-].

And Zhongyuan Zhongye's private apron is located in a remote corner, and the possibility of getting a car around is infinitely close to zero.

How to do this.

Shiratori Mariko and Fuhesher looked at each other, Fuhesher was lazy, as if not worried about how to go back.

Shiratori Mariko raised an eyebrow.

"What?" she asked, "Do you have any good ideas?"

Fuhesher pondered for a moment.

"Can't you walk?" He said bluntly, "I'll take you back?"

Mariko Shiratori, who was already immune to "I hug you", frowned.

"Even if you have the strength to walk back," she said, "do you still remember the way? No way."

Fuheshier doesn't have special abilities, even if he has navigation, the winding road is enough for them to walk.

Hearing this sentence, Fu Heisher raised his eyebrows.

He pointed to himself, "Can I do it, you—"

Mariko Shiratori, who has fully understood Fuhesher's speaking habits in the past few days, interrupted him directly.

"Please," she said, "please don't talk about that, I really don't want to sleep here in the wilderness."

But when it comes to supernatural powers, Shiratori Mariko thinks of another person.

An arrogant and narcissistic white-haired blindfolded man who seems to be able to teleport, "Would you like to trouble Gojo Satoru?"

When I went out this morning, I asked Mr. Kunikida Doppo who got up early and came to work on the way to help open the door. If you want to call Gojo Satoru, let alone whether he can enter the house, you have to find him again. Someone opened the door for him.

And Shiratori Mariko imagined his possible reaction after sending a message to Gojo Satoru.

"Oh, as expected, Shiratori can't handle this kind of trouble by himself. Of course, the spicy teacher Gojo is happy to help solve such trivial problems," Gojo Satoru said with a smile, "After all, I am a perfect man! This It's a small matter, but it won't bother me at all~"

"Then, as a reward, Shiratori will—"

Mariko Shiratori quickly interrupted the thought at the thought of how much work she would owe to pay off the debt.

"How much do you think it is possible for us to sleep in the wild," she asked Fuheshier, "or, well, should we go back and knock on Mr. Nakaya's door and ask him how he usually goes back?"

I feel this is the most reliable way.

Fu Heisher shrugged noncommittally, and stepped forward to knock on the door.

At this moment, the door was opened again.

"Why are you still here?" Zhong Yuan, who was just mentioned, was standing inside, and said a little surprised, "I thought you had already left."

He seemed to be planning to go back too, straddling a very cool black motorcycle.

"No, we came here by bus," Shiratori Mariko replied silently, "then the bus stopped."

"Is that so?" Zhong Yuanzhong also said regretfully, "I asked Mr. Fu Hei, and he said that there is no need for me to send a car to pick you up."

"Then he turned down my offer," he continued.

Shiratori Mariko glanced at Fuhesher.

"Why?" she asked confused.

Fu Heisher doesn't seem like a person who would sacrifice comfort for the sake of face. Could it be that the money will be deducted for sending a car?

After thinking about it, she still felt that this was the most likely reason for Fu Heisher's refusal.

"Why?" Fuheshier, who was not listening at all just now, asked.

"Send a car, refuse," Shiratori Mariko reminded him, "Why?"

"Oh," Fuheshier glanced lazily at Shiratori Mariko, and said simply and rudely, "I didn't hear that."

After discussing where to meet, he didn't listen to the rest at all.

Nakahara Chuya, who had listened to the whole process: Subtly felt that he was being perfunctory.I'm so upset.

This rare and honest man thought for a while, and said, "Forget it, I'll take you back. It just so happens that my house is nearby, so I'll drop by."

Shiratori Mariko froze for a moment.

"Ah," she looked at his black motorcycle slowly, and said tactfully, "I can't fit in this car."

Do you want Fuhesher to run behind the car?Or three people sitting on top of each other?

Mariko Shiratori imagined the scene, then shook her head violently, "No, no, thank you, I don't need it."

She took out her mobile phone, "I still call a friend to pick it up—"

"No," Zhong Yuanzhong, who understood what she meant, said a little funny, "I parked a car here."

He got off the motorcycle, pushed the car and took two people inside, "I'll stop the car for a while, and then I'll take you back."

Just like that, Shiratori Mariko and Fuheshier got into the car smoothly.

Mariko Shiratori, who was sitting in the back row and was already full of sleep, was no longer sleepy.

She focused on looking at the pitch-black scenery outside the window, with only occasional flashes of light. From time to time, a dark fragrance drifted into the car with the wind, carrying a slightly sweet smell.

It should have opened early.

"Summer is almost over," she murmured softly.

Nakahara, who was holding the steering wheel in front, also heard this sentence and glanced at the rearview mirror.

"Um, yeah," he echoed.

Originally just talking to herself, Mariko Shiratori paused for a moment, never expecting someone to answer.

She looked back at Nakahara Chuya in surprise, "Huh?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also repeated, "Indeed, summer is almost over."

His words were dry, as if he couldn't think of anything to answer, so he simply repeated the sentence again.

Only then did Shiratori Mariko realize that he was replying to what she had just said.

Although it seems that if someone tells her something like "summer is coming to an end", she seems to only respond with "yes", but after she asked, Zhongyuan Zhong would subconsciously repeat this sentence, The reaction was really too cute.

She couldn't help it, and just laughed in the back row.

Zhong Yuanzhong also coughed twice in embarrassment.

"Hey," he said, "Miss Shiratori, you're still sitting in my car."

"Sorry, sorry," Mariko Shiratori said with a smile, "Mr. Chuya doesn't often chat with people?"

It feels like a person who can't find a topic after racking his brains, so he has to answer the conversation dryly.Funny too much.

Chuya Nakahara: "Do you believe me when I say often?"

It's not so much that I don't chat with people very much, it's just that I seldom chat with people of the same status.

In Afia, as a cadre, most of the people that Zhong Yuanzhong also comes into contact with are his subordinates, because there is too much work, and it is rare to have such a daily chat with them.

But in retrospect, he basically didn't take the initiative to talk when chatting with his companions.

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at the road ahead, and secretly clicked his tongue.

"Really?" Mariko Shiratori pretended to admire, "I'm not very good at chatting, Mr. Nakaya is amazing!"

Before Zhongyuan Zhong also commented on her perfunctory, she asked with a smile, "Then what do you usually talk about with others?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also commented a little unhappy, "You must be laughing too fake."

Because today's competition was quite enjoyable, he rarely relaxed and said, "I just haven't talked much! What's the matter, do you have any opinions?"

"Don't dare," Shiratori Mariko teased softly, "After all, I'm an afia cadre, so I'm still a little scared."

She thought for a while, then said naturally, "What do Mr. Nakaya usually like to do? I remember you asked me about jade dogs before. Do you actually like dogs more than cat pies?"

"Ah, yes," Zhong Yuanzhong also said a little unnaturally, "Speaking of it, the dog you took a picture with before was said to be raised by someone else, right?"

He thought for a while, "That person seems to be surnamed Fuhei too? Fuheihui?" Does he have any relationship with Fuheisher?

"Well," Fuheshier, who had been silent all this time, said lazily, "my son."

"Your son?" Nakahara Chuya said unexpectedly, "I remember that Miss Shiratori said that he alone was responsible for the black and white dogs."

He said seriously, "Mr. Fuhei, it's too much for a child of a few years old to raise a dog alone. Although it's beyond the bounds, but——you should take some responsibility!"

This time, even Mariko Shiratori couldn't help laughing.

"Sorry," she said hastily, "I didn't make it clear, Mr. Fuhei, ah, no, Mr. Hui is already in high school, and the black and white jade dog is his fighting partner."

"Huh? A high school student?" Zhong Yuanzhong really didn't expect this, "But Mr. Shier seems to be—"

Fu Heisher feels like he is only in his 20s!It turns out that he is already so old that even his son is in high school? !

Fuheshier sneered.

"Yeah, he's in his teens," he said sarcastically, "and it was funny when he said to me last time, 'I'm going to knock you down one day' or something."

He is not very capable, but his temper is not small.

"Ah, this," Shiratori Mariko became serious, "I believe he will definitely do it."

She said with some persistence, "Fu Hei, no, Hui Jun is a very serious child. Maybe it's not possible now, but one day it will be possible."

Whether it is talent or hard work, Fu Heihui is working hard.

Even if he hasn't reached that point yet, he is actually only a teenager and his future belongs to him, which is still very long.

Fu Heisher sat in the co-pilot and turned to look at her.

"Really?" He returned to his lazy look, and said indifferently, "You can think whatever you want."