"I remember it pretty clearly." Kagura said with some skepticism, "What about the lover's surname and preferences?" What is the style of dressing? Where to go on your first date? ”

"Last name...... I don't remember exactly. Loves to eat sweets. He dressed very conservatively - his predecessors all showed their armpits, and only he covered himself thickly. Seems like this? The location of the first date was the street after the summer festival, and I picked up garbage on the street with him. ”

"Picking up trash?!" Shinpachi shouted: "The god's dating activities are too pitiful, right? ”

"It must be because the author thinks that the plot of participating in the 'summer festival' or something with his lover is too vulgar, and he doesn't want to write it, so he just writes about picking up garbage after the summer festival, Aru." Kagura said she understood, "Then who took the initiative to confess first?" ”

"It's him." Zhao Fenghong tilted her head and recalled: "I can't remember what I said." ”

"Ah, I remember a lot." Yinshi leaned against the railing: "It is said that it is amnesia, but it is not completely amnesia." ”

"That's why I feel weird." Zhao Fenghong was a little worried: "Why should I do such a thing to myself? Why should I let myself forget about my lover? ”

The three people of the Wanshi House looked at each other for a moment, looked at the melancholy god with full of pity, and said in unison, "Needless to say, we all understand. ”

Kagura: "Isn't it just a broken love, Aru, there is a saying in my hometown, 'Five-legged men are all over the streets'! ”

Shinba: "It's not a big deal to fall out of love, it's good to forget about it...... Wait, men are three-legged, not five-legged! ”

Yinshi: "Ah Yin, who is gifted, I have five legs. ”

Shinpachi: "Hey! The topic is completely wrong, hey! ”

"So, I should have fallen out of love, so I erased my memory?" Zhao Fenghong hesitated and asked, "To be honest, it doesn't quite look like my style of acting. ”

"What is the style of the gods?" New eight questions.

"If you fall out of love, directly erase the traces of the other party's zài." Zhao Fenghong replied calmly.

Gintoki & Shinhachi & Kagura: ......

Shinpachi shouted a little broken, "...... Feed! It's too straightforward! ”

"Is it hard to understand?" "I am a god who is accustomed to being sought after by humans, and imposing will on humans is what I do most often. The human mood is not in my care at all. What's more, I've never been in love before, and I don't know how to solve the 'broken love' thing. ”

"Since I erased my memory." Shinpachi said: "Then can you cancel the will you have made?" ”

"No, you can't." Zhao Fenghong replied: "The will will not be invalid until the person who gave the will dies - normally, I am the one who is responsible for giving the will." But I am immortal. ”

"So, since it's a god who rules time and life and death, why don't you try to go back in time?" Xinba put forward another suggestion: "Go and see who was in love with yourself in the past......"

"It's hard to do that." Zhao Fenghong touched his chin and thought: "'In charge of life and death', 'tampering with history', 'connecting the Yellow Spring' and other meanings are all done through guò' manipulating time. However, time has a characteristic, it is easy to move forward, but it is difficult to go backwards. I can go to the future lightly and never stop walking forward, but it takes one percent of my life to go back to the past. As the saying goes, 'time waits for no one', and the gods are also within the limited scope. ”

"You're immortal anyway." Yinshi said lazily: "It's not a big deal to pay one percent of your life. ∞x%1=∞, right? ”

"Strictly speaking, my lifespan is not infinite, it is also time-limited. It's just that my lifespan is much longer than that of human beings, and it is too unimaginable for human beings, so I use the term 'eternal life'. Zhao Fenghong said: "The question is, is this relationship worth one percent of my life to explore?" ”

"The love that you have to think of anyway should be worth it, right......?" Kagura poses a love book in her hand.

"Have you ever been in love?" Zhao Fenghong turned around in front of the three of them.

Shinpachi shook his head honestly, Kagura called a huge white dog, put his arms around the neck of the big white dog and said excitedly, "I'm in love with Dingchun, Aru", and Gintoki said very deeply that he was very popular and that there were countless women who loved him.

"Okay, I see, neither of you have ever been in love." Zhao Fenghong shook his hand: "The same is the end of the world." ”

Silver Time: "...... Who is the same depraved man as you? ”

Zhao Fenghong: "You guys." I had a relationship and it was erased by my own hands, so I returned to the state of 'no feelings'. You haven't had love either, so we're all a bunch of guys who haven't experienced love. ”

Yinshi raised his eyebrows a little uncomfortably, cleared his throat and said recklessly, "I'm really super popular......"

Zhao Fenghong: "The uncle who is not married in his twenties said this, and his credibility is really low." ”

Silver Time: "...... But I've seen what love looks like. ”

"I've seen it too." Zhao Fenghong said: "I have lived for a long time, and I have seen many people living together in the name of love, and then separated because of trivial matters. ”

"I told you a long time ago that those who haven't joined the human world have no right to comment on this world." Yinshi said: "The love you have seen is not a story in which you participated in it at all, right? It's just watching from afar in the sky, and occasionally sneering at the 'seen', right? ”

"Almost." Zhao Fenghong replied, "You continue, White Yasha." ”

This nickname, which had not appeared for a long time, made Yinshi silent for three seconds, and he turned his head a little uncomfortably, and said, "I was a little surprised to be called this title by you. ”

"When I knew you, you were the White Yaksha." Zhao Fenghong said: "You also forgot about jì." ”

"Well, well, the man in his twenties that no one wants is going to continue to tell his story - there is nothing to tell, actually." Yinshi said: "An Oiran, who crowned the whole city when he was young, won the favor of the general. However, he fell in love with the general's courtiers and fell in love with him. This love in the fallen city did not come to fruition, and then when the two were in their twilight years, they still remembered each other, and their last wish was to see each other again. ”

"So what?" Zhao Fenghong held his cheeks, unconsciously conscious.

"That's love." Shinpachi interjected: "Even after decades of wind and rain, the memories of first love have not dispersed. ”

"That's right!" Kagura stared at the words on the love book and read them out word by word: "The so-called 'feeling of first love, when I recall it in old age, my heart will still pound, and the taste of love is wonderful'." First love is a memorable thing! ”

"There is no difference between the love you see and the love I see." Zhao Fenghong said to Yinshi.

"There is a difference." Yinshi's face became serious: "What you see is a story that you didn't personally participate in, you are a god who has been isolated from others. The love I see is a story in which we are personally involved. Oiran re-met her lover in her later years, and it was we who helped them meet. ”

Gintoki's words caused Shinpachi and Kagura to make a move one after another, and they both raised a finger one after another and bent it, as if there was something tied to it—according to Kaede-hong, they should all be reminiscing.

"Okay, I see." Lost in thought, she looked at the bustling streets downstairs—women in kimonos and fashionably dressed men, celestial figures in fancy costumes, and children running barefoot across the streets. Occasionally, a few intimate couples pass by, and they look at each other with sweet eyes.

- Personally, love?

"What do you understand?" Shinpachi blinked and asked.

"Maybe I should really go back in time and take a look." Zhao Fenghong said.

"Think about it, one percent of your life." Yin Shi interjected coldly.

"I will." Zhao Fenghong said to Yinshi, "Until then, I will fulfill your wish. ”

"Huh?" Gintoki hasn't reacted yet.

"Bring your high blood sugar, curry-smelling wooden knife, shaved armpit hair, and wrinkled coat." Zhao Fenghong said.

“？？？”

Before Ginshi could move, Dingchun happily collapsed into the house, took out an old wooden knife and a stack of dirty clothes, and then arched under Ginshi's armpit again.

"Wait, I haven't shaved my armpit hair in a long time!" Yinshi hurriedly retreated.

"Then I don't want armpit hair and your high blood sugar." Zhao Fenghong picked up the wooden knife and dirty clothes, and raised her other hand.

The lines of flame floated on her arm, and with a bang, countless chocolate parfaits suddenly poured out of the room, and the glasses that were crowded next to each other almost burst open. Ice cream and cream spreads were pouring out all over the place, because the room couldn't fit it.

Silver Time: "...... What terrible things have you done! ”

Zhao Fenghong: "You want a lot of chocolate parfait." By the way, mayonnaise has disappeared from Kabukicho. ”

Silver Hour: ......

Kagura was confused and said, "Then where am I sleeping today?" ”

Shinba: "...... Hey, now isn't the time to care about that! ”

Zhao Fenghong: "Well, it looks like I've caused you trouble. ”

With a ding, the chocolate parfait disappeared from the room, and a stack of vouchers for the dessert shop appeared in her hand.

When she handed the voucher to Yin, she said, "Your wish, and my thank-you gift, I am leaving." ”

When Yinshi took the voucher and looked up again, the god in front of them had disappeared.

The artist from nowhere drew the final stroke on this page, marking a line of small black letters-"Chapter 667, the sudden visit of the god and her love". On the black-and-white page, the trio of the House of Things stands in the hallway in front of the door and looks out at the sky.

Zhao Fenghong left this world.

The sea of time surged in front of her, and golden thin-winged butterflies swirled in small clusters, wandering and fluttering, in a spiral path in a speckled golden light. Her feet and head were full of stars, and the vast universe shone with countless moving stars. Each scattered light converges at a point in time, connected to each other to form the wheel of history that is speeding forward. In the shining sea of stars, the faces of countless human beings flashed.

She turned her feet blankly, looking around at the countless stars that were shining at the same time, and finally looked at the deepest part of the universe, the temple of gods and surrounded by golden butterflies. The emotionless god and her servants live here, watching the changes of humanity over countless years.

Where to go?

Her feet moved, and she walked accurately towards a ray of light. Her form was fast, turning into a fiery red afterimage. The moment she threw herself into the light, she suddenly became conscious.

It will only be lifted when the person who gave it dies.

What if it wasn't she who gave the will?

She looked up in a daze, and a man's shy face appeared in front of her. He was covered in dirt, with a leaf hanging from his messy and dirty hair, a green waistcoat and a black undershirt, and a forehead guard on his forehead.

"Are you alright, Asami?" He said with concern, "How did you come back from here?" How did your hair get shorter? Is the fire out? ”