The crossing point is the bedding of 5T5

I remembered, all in all.

Too many miscellaneous memories squeezed in all at once, which made my brain hurt like it was about to split. The reality and the past were intertwined, which made me even have hallucinations, as if the experience of time travel was just a dream of my own.

After waking up from the dream, I was still the unlucky girl who had an accident, no dreams, no hope, dying in suffering, just to live.

But it's not a dream.

I stretched out my hand and put my fingertips on the side face of the white-haired young man in front of me.

He is real and so am I.

Although there are many wonderful things in this world, and my experience is so bizarre, but those pains, joys, sorrows, reluctance... how can they be false?

I can't tell whether it's my heart or the physical pain at the moment, but the tears in the corners of my eyes haven't stopped since I opened them.

And Gojo Satoru just wiped it off again and again tirelessly, those blue eyes engraved in the bottom of his heart, focused and quiet.

From the age of 7 to the age of 28, from the courtyard of the Gojo family, to the playground of the high school of conjuration, to today when we reunited after a long absence.

After a few years, that proud, self-willed, flamboyant and frivolous boy has grown into a strong and reliable adult.

"Five Enlightenment..."

At this moment, I have a lot of things to say, I want to ask him how he is doing these years, how he thinks of becoming a teacher after graduation, so many questions piled up in my throat, and the last thing I say is... …

"Where's summer oil?"

I asked softly.

The sun was shining outside, and white clouds were floating below the plane. For a moment, I seemed to see half of the blue in front of me shattered, but when I looked carefully, there was only a peaceful smiling face.

"Dead, I did it myself."

In the silence, the white-haired young man helped me tidy up the sweat-drenched hair on my cheeks, and replied lightly.

"Is that so?"

I lowered my eyes, unable to explain what I felt in my heart, I just whispered: "I'm sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry about."

The clear and clear male voice next to my ear was a little more deep than what I remembered, and I tapped my warm fingertips above my eyelids, and I heard the other party's quiet and serious voice: "This is his choice, and it is also my choice."

Yes, fighting to the end for one's own beliefs, from another perspective, might not be a kind of fulfillment.

Compared with someone like me who only thinks about "surviving", I don't know how many spans are noble.

It's a pity that the opposite ideas finally make the two inseparable partners face each other with swords and swords. Sometimes life is so fragile and impermanent.

"Qihai, has he quit the magic world?"

"Well, it's been many years."

"After graduation, Nitro became a school doctor."

"She always figured it out."

"Ms. Ye Moth is really the principal."

"Yes, and then he was dumped by his wife~"

The atmosphere eased up a little bit during our rambling conversation. At the end of the topic, I said: "Get off the plane in a while and go to see Huiyuan."

"it is good."

From the beginning to the end, he didn't ask me why I suddenly recovered my memory, and how much I remembered, and I didn't take the initiative to mention half a word.

After getting off the plane, we exchanged contact information with the cheerful and enthusiastic pink-haired boy Knotabazu Yujin, went to a flower shop to buy a bunch of white wind chimes, and went to the cemetery where Haibara Xiong was buried.

Time flies, and the boy on the tombstone has the same bright smile and clear eyes as in the memory, but I smiled and shed tears when I looked at the forever frozen face of a 16-year-old boy.

It has been 12 years, only Huiyuan has not grown up.

The surroundings were so quiet, only the whistling wind could be heard blowing through the cemetery. At this moment, the cell phone rang suddenly, and the Japanese words "House into Glass" flashed on the screen.

I picked up the phone, and there was only the sound of quick breathing on the receiver.

After a long while, the girl smiled softly with a magnetic voice.

"You bastard..."

I heard Nitro's tone light, with nostalgic tenderness and familiarity: "Izakaya at night, I invite you to drink, will you come?"

"Come, Miss Glass's invitation, that is a must."

I nodded vigorously, wiped the moisture off my face, and replied with a smile.

***

It was like a switch was suddenly turned on, and in a short time, more and more people began to think of me.

Nitro, Teacher Noctua, Kento Nanami, and Xiaolan who called and cried and said sorry...

However, compared to my one-step approach, their memories are more scattered and fragmented—for example, the day when Glass quietly asked me at the izakaya when I kicked Gojo Satoru.

In this regard, I can only tell her in a low voice, in fact, I don't remember ORZ very clearly.

"Let me just say, Wu Tiao's terrible appearance at the beginning, you will definitely not be able to stand him later, kick him early and get rid of him~"

After driving away a certain white-haired young man, Nitro blinked and clinked glasses with me: "But he has changed a lot in these years, you two look like this, are you planning to get back together?"

"We won't get back together."

I shook my head, took a sip of the plum wine in the glass, and those brilliant and fiery feelings were shaken down like sand in my hands.

"...Come to Yokohama when you have time, and introduce my new boyfriend to you."

The memory seemed to return to the steps of the playground of the college, and I smiled meaningfully at my friend: "He is a super good-looking person."

"Okay."

Nitro didn't ask any further questions, she always knew how to leave you a comfortable space, those pretty eyes blinked, and she could vaguely see the shadow of the short-haired girl from this mature beauty.

She tilted her head slightly, and her long hair over her shoulders naturally drooped, and it was wrapped around by white fingertips: "I haven't seen you in so many years, I wonder if the taste of peach sauce has changed?"

I held my chin, thought for a while, raised my eyebrows and said, "Well, it's really changed, he's a completely different type of handsome guy."

At this time, I didn't know that I didn't remember everything at all. This different world that was finally shaken just returned the part of the memory it had mastered to me.

That's why I thought that Osamu Dazai was my "new boyfriend".

A day later, I was sent to the door of my house by Gojo Satoru who insisted not to let me out of sight.

"Welcome back, Peach Jam."

A young man in a sand-colored windbreaker took my hand and led me into a familiar small courtyard.

The flowers in the corner, the rocking chair under the vines, the butterflies fluttering in the wooden fence, everything is filled bit by bit according to my ideal home.

I like this home, and I like this person waiting for me at home.

So, that's good enough.

"Dazai-kun," I took a deep breath while opening the door, and said to the young man next to me, "Recently, everyone seems to be thinking of me. If that's the case, don't we need to run around like this in the future? I want to go back to coffee. Work over there."

I'm not a weak child who can't take care of himself. It's impossible for me to focus all my life on these two men from now on.

Maybe in the eyes of other people, it is unreasonable to give up a job that a wealthy ordinary person may not be able to get in a lifetime, and go back to be a waiter, but I just think that the latter is what I like to do now.

"Okay."

Dazai turned his head and smiled at me, and replied softly, he opened the door, took my hand and walked in, as patiently as if he were treating a child with a temper: "However, Tao Jiang, do you want to change to a coffee shop, such as Armed Detective Downstairs of the club."

"No, I still like the Polo side. Everyone is more familiar with it, and it can 'beauty comes from distance'."

Under the gaze of those iris eyes, I blinked innocently: "Don't Mr. Dazai think that there should be some mystery between the two of you?"

"Well, so Tao Jiang thinks so."

The young man closed the door casually and nodded thoughtfully.

Just when I thought that the other party would considerately agree with my ideas like so many times in the past, without warning, the hand that took me suddenly exerted force and pushed me back against the door.

When my back touched the hard door panel, it didn't hurt, but it was a little cold. I looked up in surprise, and saw the man who was always gentle, elegant, considerate and meticulous in front of me. There was a breathless taste in the iris eyes. Very sharp and beautiful.

"Ah, not happy."

I heard him whisper something, and just like that, he lowered his head and kissed him.