113: Extra: four years after the deal expires

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Chapter 113

    This winter is colder than last year, and the snow is falling hard.

    Qingchi Lianyang stood alone on a dirt slope in the outskirts far away from the city, his eyes fell in the distance, the city was filled with flowing and flickering lights, and the night was illuminated by neon lights. Heavy snow fell on the young man's white robe.

    It's so lively...

    Standing in this kind of place, I can't help but feel the loneliness that all the hustle and bustle has nothing to do with myself.

    it's too cold.

    "Merry Christmas!"

    Youdao's cheerful voice tore through the silence of the night sky, adding a bit of enthusiasm to the boring white snow.

    Aoike Lianyang turned to look, it was Osamu Dazai.

    The black-haired young man was wearing a long maroon scarf, holding a red apple in his hand, with curved eyebrows.

    "Aoike, this year's Christmas is also for the two of us."

    "Which Christmas is this?"

    Dazai Osamu keenly sensed that Aoike Renyang's mood was wrong: "The third one."

    After finishing speaking, he also fell silent, and then Helplessly smiled: "Is it too cold, Aoike?"

    Osamu Dazai put the apple in his pocket, and then took off his scarf.

    "I said it's cold outside today, so wear more clothes, but you're still dressed in summer, really." The

    young man complained about his lover.

    The scarf with warm body temperature was wrapped around, Qingchi Lianyang raised his eyes, but met those kite-colored eyes, hesitating whether to say something, swallowed it back.

    "We'll talk about it after the festival." Osamu Dazai said with a smile.

    "...Okay." Qingchi Lianyang opened his mouth.

    Let's talk after the festival.

    The two walked towards the highest hillside.

    They have been like this since the year before last, and this is a secret meeting place for the two.

    Standing on the highest hillside in Yokohama, watching the lights of thousands of houses.

    "Tomorrow is your new book launch event, Qingchi, do you want to go see it?"

    "Didn't you go to see it last year?"

    "It's different."

    The snow was still falling, and it was very late.

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