My BE is all over the world

Hojogawa's file finally fell into the hands of Sawada Tsunayoshi after repeated inquiries and tests. He looked down at the name, and slowly stroked it with his outstretched fingertips.

He only brought Takeshi Yamamoto with him this time, and Reborn also found it interesting, so he came with him.When sending the file over, Takeshi Yamamoto was by his side, and Tsunayoshi Sawada believed that his partners rarely hid anything from them, so Takeshi Yamamoto followed along and looked over.

Seeing Tsunayoshi Sawada turn over the pages of the files, Takeshi Yamamoto smiled and took a closer look, stretched out his hand and nodded: "This file is very strange."

Sawada Tsunayoshi raised his eyebrows: "What's so strange?"

Takeshi Yamamoto looked at him and shrugged his shoulders: "Gang, if you want to come to this person's file, he must be unusual, but this file that has been checked by us... can't be so innocent and clean?"

Unless his intelligence function is far above Vengley.Takeshi Yamamoto suppressed the thoughts in his heart, and appropriately did not mention this sentence, nor did he mention the implicated name.

After all, Pengo Lie's intelligence functions and systems were led by Kazama Yu to glory.

Takeshi Yamamoto said for a while: "Gang, didn't you go to get the gems? How about it, you didn't get snatched by the robbers, did you?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi bent his eyes: "I got it, but I gave it away."

"..." Takeshi Yamamoto was taken aback, "Send it out?"

Isn't that something specially reserved for Kazama Yu?

Fingertips across the slightly sharp edge of the paper, Tsunayoshi Sawada closed the document in his hand and laid it flat on the table, while he himself grabbed a pen to modify something on the cover of the home page .

He painted the three characters "Bei Tiao Chuan" in thick black, and then wrote a new name on top of the name.

—— "Father in the Wind".

……

Cold and alienated, polite but clearly separated the boundary between two people.

This is the impression that Kazama Yu gave Ji Guoyuanyi, and it is completely different from the very gentle person who could joke around a few years ago.

Like what is it?

It's like the original indifferent swordsman I saw in the memory of those ghosts.

It was a place in Jiguoyuan that had never been touched before.

The other side of the blue didn't make contact with Kazama Yu who was on the opposite side, Ji Guoyuan was at a loss but refused to let go.His intuition told him that this was Kazama Yu, and even more, he was telling him that it was him, and the one standing in front of you now is the same him as he was a few years ago.

Until the door was closed for a long time, Ji Guoyuan stood still and stared at his palm, not knowing what he was looking at.

Before she left, Zhu Shi went to Ji Guoyuan's side, and when she saw the bead hanging around Ji Guoyuan's neck, she had already guessed it in her mind.

She asked in a low voice: "Is Master Yuan going to repair the image? The fragments of memory are too fragile, and I may not be able to repair it this time."

She knew the importance of the thing in that bead to Ji Guoyuanyi, and even Zhu Shi couldn't help but wonder who the person who has been placed on the apex of Rizhu's heart is, but no matter who it is A sad story.

Because the other party must have died.

But Ji Guoyuan gave an unexpected answer this time.

He shook his head: "Perhaps, no need."

……

Kazama Yu got up and went out very early, in order to avoid the time when he could meet Ji Guoyuan, he stepped on the first smear of light and left the door almost at dawn.

The world did provide him with a lot of money, but he was unwilling to be a retired employee who was taken care of by the world.He has always wanted to try to earn money by working part-time, live an ordinary life, and learn about the world he has integrated with his own hands.

The scene where he chooses a job always chooses a quiet place. Fortunately, the boss of the book cafe also took a fancy to this child who is habitually huddled in the hood.

The boss is a lady, with kind and amiable features, who taught him how to use rental books, buy and sell books, and brewing. After that, she gave everything to him with confidence, and went out to buy a new batch of books.

The business of this book cafe is neither bad nor very good, basically they are regular customers, and the quality of the customers who come here is very good.Occasionally, a few painters would come over to order a cup of coffee, sit quietly and paint the atmosphere here, and a few beautiful and cute kittens rested quietly with their tails flicking.

But recently these kittens prefer to wrap around Kazama Yu.

This is an extremely peaceful and warm place, staying here seems to calm the mind.

After delivering the freshly made coffee to the guests, Kazama Yu turned around and walked forward with a small stack of books, ready to put them on the bookshelf.There were a lot of books, and they were stacked up and even covered his sight. When he moved forward cautiously, he was caught by one side of the book with both hands.

?

Kazama Yu poked his head and looked forward, but what caught his eyes was the beautiful red color quietly hanging down.

The familiar person carried a familiar aura, and those eyes looked at him with a touch of softness as always.Oda Sakunosuke stood in front of him, helping him hold the books that were about to fall.

This is really the first meeting in a sense.

Kazama Yu lowered his eyes and whispered, "Thank you."

He reached out and twitched the book to move it away, but he didn't move.

Oda Sakunosuke's voice came from there, and with his outstretched hand, he took over a small part of the weight to lighten Kazama Yu's hand: "I'll help you, it just so happens that I also have a fancy to your hand the book in it."

Kazama Yu instinctively wanted to refuse, but for them who were strangers now, the rejection seemed even more abrupt.He just silently looked at the half of the book in Oda Sakuyuki's assistant, and finally nodded.

They walked side by side to the inner bookshelf, followed by two or three kittens behind Kazama Yu, and the guests not far away could only watch the cats leave, unable to read books in their arms The cat really enjoyed more than half of it.

And the errand of being able to touch the cats fell into the hands of Oda Sakunosuke. He handed the book to Kazamaha and waited for him to tidy up the empty space. He knelt down and touched it gently. Kitten's head.

Oda Sakunosuke looked at the red soft cat tongue licking his fingertips, looked at the various patterns of the cats and cats, his lowered eyes were a little dim: "The cats I saw before are gone..."

He said very lightly, just a slight sigh, but Kazama Yu caught these in the wind, he was silent and involuntarily grasped the hand holding the book.

Not every cat is a cat, and not every cat is a cat demon. Their age is clearly placed in front of human beings.

The time since Oda Sakunosuke died was neither long nor short. Most of the stray cats that those cats picked up and adopted were also very old, and their symptoms recurred after old age, so they chose to leave by themselves and find a place to embrace death.

"Time is a very ruthless thing." Kazama Yu said, "They will always inadvertently take away a lot of things."

Oda Sakunosuke raised his head, looked at Kazama Yu with his eyes open together with Maomao, but Oda Sakunosuke shook his head after listening to Kazama Yu's words: "It's not heartless. Maybe it's because of the loss , people will know how to cherish and be precious. Time can be regarded as another kind of teacher, but its means are not accepted by many people."

As he spoke, he paused: "And time does have something that can't be taken away. Such as love, such as feelings."

Just as he woke up on the graveyard after many years, his name was engraved on the inscription on his back, and his body was buried under the seat where he sat.

He was confused at first, the return of the dead from the kingdom of the undead was not good news, and it was also painful to reintegrate into the world that had abandoned him.

But fortunately, under the scouring of time, he has never been forgotten.

It is the hand extended by a close friend, and it is also the warmth from the children.

Love and affection, companionship and redemption have never been washed away by the torrent of time.

Kazama Yu tilted his head and listened to him. After sorting out the books in his hand, he took out a book and handed it to him.

Oda Sakunosuke reached out to take it, opened it and looked at it but was a little puzzled.

Because there is nothing in that book, the paper is blank, and even the cover is just a single solid color, without any patterns or words.It is more like a notebook than a book.

And the person who handed him the book frowned, and his tone was soft that he didn't even notice: "Then now, it's time for you to try to do what you want to do, to write your own story."

Whether it is a continuation or a restart, it is the text that will be left by the person named "Oda Sakunosuke".

Kazama Yu said softly in his heart: Welcome home, Odasaku.

……

"It was you who proposed to come to this book cafe I used to like, but you just sit here?" When Oda Sakunosuke came back, he was holding two books, and he tilted his head to look at the place in front of him, which was almost the same as when he left. Osamu Dazai, who had changed, asked in confusion, "You don't order coffee and don't choose a book to read?"

Osamu Dazai squinted his eyes and leaned lazily on the chair in the corner. He hid himself in a corner and shrunk so small that he did not reveal his existence. lazy.

He shrugged helplessly: "In order not to scare away the clerk you just saw, it is the safest choice for me to stay here."

He said, thinking for a while: "Of course, if Odasaku is kind, you can order me a cup of coffee and bring a book along the way? Odasaku pays——"

Hearing his words, Oda Sakunosuke nodded helplessly, then moved his head and remembered his first sentence: "Your acquaintance?"

Osamu Dazai held the lollipop in his mouth, his iris-colored eyes wandered and fell on the busy figure, and said softly, "Who knows?"