[Zhongwenhao Stray Dog + Morning Flower and Evening Oath] If you can really tie the flower of the pr

Staring at the girl who gradually walked into him.

She didn't lean forward to touch his head like last time, this time she just stood about four or five steps away from him, smiled at him,

"Long time no see, you have grown taller."

Then she left with her signature rhythmic footsteps.

Only now did Osamu Dazai move his wrist, ah, he can move.

Obviously, the arms are already a little stiff.

The second time there is no gift of flower clusters, probably because he has grown up.

So we met again on the night when he was about to leave the port mafia. That time, when he was walking slowly in the empty alley at night, he saw figures gradually approaching from the opposite side, from far to near.

Osamu Dazai stopped and stared ahead, already having a premonition telling him who was coming from the opposite side.

The girl who was shrouded in the night stopped, and her fair skin showed a different kind of softness under the halo of the moonlight. She smiled at him invariably,

"Long time no see again, how are you doing recently?"

The girl's gentle voice is still the same as before.

"Not bad, but I have something to ask, can you agree, Miss?"

She tilted her head with a smile and said "please speak".

"Can you show me Miss's handbag?" Osamu Dazai pointed to the briefcase that the girl had been holding flat in front of her with both hands.

The girl didn't move, she just smiled and said to Osamu Dazai, "The one inside is "Sibiol". "

This is the third time, compared to the previous two times, it is considered an improvement, at least they hit on the conversation, and in the end Osamu Dazai muttered "Sibiol" while picking up the cluster of flowers to set off moonlight look.

This time there was another small gift, but Osamu Dazai had the cheek to ask for it.He hummed a non-tunable ditty of his own and wandered on the street with crooked steps, finally burned the coat on his shoulders, and held the cluster of scattered flowers to welcome the morning light.

He would never have thought that after this, he would meet that girl for the fourth, fifth, sixth time, and even become an adult.He naturally knew the girl's inconceivability, and the other party also knew his understanding. He held the cluster of small white flowers and watched it turn into petals and disperse in the morning sun and breeze.

In the end, there was only a light blue ribbon that was not blown away, dangling on his finger.

"Hibiol"

He muttered the word silently with silent lips, and then curled up the corners of his mouth.

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Osamu Dazai: So you can appear not only at dusk!

Carol: Laugh without saying a word.

In fact, there is a hatchet hidden behind it.

And it's only for Dazai.

Small white flowers: pear blossoms, flower language, never separate.

And, pure love, pure love.

No matter what, separation is inevitable and painful.

Carol is used to giving ribbon bracelets of small white pear flowers to others, because she already knows the inevitable ending, so let the beautiful original intention and wish be midsummer from the beginning.

It could be a prayer or a blessing.

carroll

*It is almost a memoir chapter, which can be regarded as the foreshadowing and preparation before explaining the main story line.

*You don’t need to use your brain, just watch it with stream of consciousness (hey)

*Before recommending watching, friends who have watched "Chaohua Xixi Oath" can watch the last 10 minutes again (I am not a devil). Recommended viewing bgm: ウィアートルThe theme song of "The Flower of the Promise"; the theme song of the film "さよならの朝に结束の花をかざろう")

*Carol gave all her tenderness to the world.

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The small briefcase bag is made into a delicately closed shape. The body of the bag is engraved with thick and thin brown and white stripes, and a small bow is tied on the side.

What's inside it are:

Super mini sewing machine, various colors of thread fabrics, and more.

"Hibiol"

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"Carol, I have to come back early for dinner today—"

"What wreath did Carroll make today?"

"Happy tenth birthday! Carol—"

"Carol, Carol, that, that..."

"I like you!!"

"...Carol" "Carol!" "Carol" "Carol..."

"Carol——"

In the morning breeze, Carol squatted down, held up the corner of the skirt that dragged her lower body with her hand, and raised the slipped hair with her hand. Her hand stroked the slightly damp black soil on the ground. Grainy texture gradually spread from the fingertips.

The coolness passed by, bringing up her long red hair that was slightly pink.

She was facing the newly erected white cross, and opposite was the rising sun, which passed through the cross and cast a shadow on her squatting body alone.Her head was buried in her lap, and there was a touch of emotion in her eyes.

Steady, but nothing can be seen in the eyes.

The corner of her mouth that was buried in the skirt seemed to be twitching upwards. After a long time, she slowly stood up with a calm expression, as if there was no strong emotion that was about to burst out just now.

"Good night."

That is her father's tomb.

Then she picked up the small briefcase set aside, put down the white bouquet tied with a wide ribbon, and walked along the only winding and narrow dirt road leading to the outside of the village.Her father's tomb was built on the edge of the cliff, with hanging trees behind it, so she walked out of the village watching the gradually rising sun that day.

If you do the math, she seems to be 89 years old at the time. Compared with the people of Iowulf, she may have just started.

But my father is different. He is very old, and he has lived his life very fulfillingly and vigorously. His formerly red hair has turned white now, and he needs to rest.

It was young Carol, Carol who had just started his journey.She will never forget that day. When she left, the wild flowers in the mountains were blown up and danced wildly in the wind.She finally looked back at the village that had gradually disappeared along the wind line, counting it as her last farewell.

Then she recited silently in her heart, as if she wanted to engrave this sentence on her heart,

"I am the "Farewell Clan""

This is the end of Carroll and the beginning of Carroll.

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Carroll doesn't stay in one place for a long time, she always stays in a small town for a week at most, and then boards a ship again to go to another unknown place.

Except for Yokohama afterwards, the place where she stayed the longest is in her mother's hometown-Iowulu.

It was a very beautiful place, as wide as a large flat mirror lake, white towers and houses, people weaving cloth and old dragons, and most importantly, they lived as long as her.But she couldn't see her mother anymore, because her mother was not in her hometown.

She walked along the gravel road, and then met a girl who was half-breed like herself. She said her name was Medomer, and she was washing cloth by the river when she said this. Orr.

Medomel's mother is Lelia, and her good friend Maquia, thanks to this wonderful and ancient blood, Carol was able to meet them, and then listened to their stories for a long time.

"At that time, I didn't expect that Maquia would come to pick me up directly on an ancient dragon! I really didn't expect it!!"

"But mom, you jumped off without hesitation!! You really scared me to death!"

"Lelia has been so courageous since before, and Leilia can fly!"

"Aunt Maquia, you always say these things to make mom..."

"That's right! I can still fly!!"

Then Medomel made a movement that seemed to be very distressed, holding his forehead, but the corner of his mouth was smiling from the bottom of his heart.

The three of them huddled together and sat on the rocks by the river, shoving and laughing. Carroll sat not far from their side, looking at them with his chin propped up, and suddenly she laughed.

"What's the matter, Carroll?" Medomaire asked her.

"It's nothing, I just think, you are so cute—"

So the three people on the opposite side began to show embarrassment with different expressions.

"What about Carol?" This time it was Marquis who asked her, a very cute and lovely person, no matter what time she had a smile on her face, there was always a softness.

"?"

"Does Carol have a story? The old um..."

"I don't have any stories." Carol laughed again, "It's very ordinary, very ordinary. I grew up in a village on a hidden high mountain, and then I said goodbye to many people, and finally decided to go out for a walk, and I came here La. "

"...?"

Suddenly, Maquia stood up and hugged her, her fluffy hair rubbed against her neck, warmth poured in.

"I understand, Carroll, I understand." Maquia whispered in her ear, "Everyone here knows, farewell and so on."

"That's it." Carroll responded softly, narrowing the corners of his eyes a little, and gradually evoked a slow smile.

"But don't be afraid, because parting is not only sad, I know, because I also understand happiness at the same time." Maqia let go of her arms, put her hands on her shoulders, and looked at her with a smile.

"Well, I see." Carol also smiled at her.

Then Marquia told her another story, her story with one of Ariel's children.

"As long as I am alive, Ariel's Hibiol will never be broken."

After about three months, Carroll decided to travel.

Medomel held her hand reluctantly for a long time, and Carol made a promise with her, "Let's keep sending letters to each other from now on!"