Three days and one moon were so excited that he knocked over the wine bottle on the table.

"What's wrong?"

Miss Murakami noticed that he was shivering, the kind of shiver that was so cold that it gave me goosebumps.

The piano playing on the stage is very soothing and pleasant, there is a feeling of a lullaby, and the one who sang was Ashin who was with her just now, although I couldn't understand the lyrics, but from his singing, I could hear that this was a sad parting song.

Three Riyue covered his ears, he regretted the years when he worked hard to become a prosecutor.

If you hadn't studied so hard, you wouldn't have understood the meaning of Ashin's lyrics, and you wouldn't have been so miserable.

"When a ship sinks to the bottom of the sea,

When a man becomes a mystery,

You don't know why they left.

That goodbye was his last ......"

Both Shinchong Kamoto and Ryder set their eyes on Mikazuki, and as they expected, Mikazuki sat in place with his eyes lost his highlights, as if he had lost his soul.

Only he could feel that his body was thrown into the cold water, unable to breathe.

Mikazuki Hoshino seemed to be able to hear the taunt of a jackal on the water, and after a burst of gunfire "suddenly", several corpses continued to be thrown into the sea.

The corpse slid past him, he subconsciously turned his head, and the pale but familiar face was so startled that he clung to it: "Zhengyu! Jungwoo! ”

Miss Murakami was suddenly grabbed by Mikazuki's wrist, and she was so frightened that her wine glass fell to the ground and struggled desperately.

Seeing this, the waiter on the side hurriedly came over to stop it, and the piano music on the stage also came to an abrupt end, and Sanriyue woke up from his stunned state, covered in cold sweat, as if he had really crawled back from the sea.

This is Xinghai Pavilion......

Sam Ri Yue took a few deep breaths to calm down his emotions, Jung-woo would have died in the sea a long time ago, Park Sung-chan, you should be sober! He admonished himself.

"Can you let me go?"

Miss Murakami was scratched and hurt, and a few tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes.

"I'm sorry."

Mikazuki Hoshino let go of his hand and sat a little farther away.

He had been dreaming of this nightmare for three years, and every time the dead face of his best friend came to mind, he was like falling into an ice cave, unable to help himself.

"Did you remember something bad?"

Miss Murakami asked tentatively.

Shoko Koyanagi said that Mikazuki always had a cold face, and people couldn't help but want to tease him to see what it would be like if other feelings appeared on his face.

Murakami felt that she would regret not coming with her tonight, and in just a few seconds, she saw mixed emotions such as anger, sadness, and helplessness on Mikazuki's face.

He's a man with a story!

"Hmm."

A one-word answer.

"Can you ...... then" Before Murakami could ask, Mianye Mei appeared next to the booth and interrupted her question.

"I'm sorry, Sanriyue is in a bit of a bad state today, I made an appointment with a psychiatrist for him, and Ashin will come over to accompany you in a while."

Mianye Yayi half-carried the three days and moon out of the card seat, and it was not difficult, although she was nearly thirty years old, she never stopped exercising her body, otherwise how could she stay in Antarctica for so long?

Mianye Mei didn't ask, and Sanri Moon Hoshino didn't answer.

She always waited for the other party to take the initiative to speak, but neither of the two partners understood.

Yoshihara is the same with that guy, and so are you, we've worked together for so many years, is there anything we can't talk about?

There was a terrible silence between the two.

After the performance, Shintaka Shikamoto quickly rushed back from the stage to the booth.

To be honest, it is not wise to play and sing Chinese songs in the island country, and last time it was because of Ryder's own popularity, and the thin gold calligraphy of Shikamoto Shinchong was too amazing, which caused a sensation.

And tonight's "After the End" is not high in terms of cultural heritage or singing, the customers in the store are already very polite, and there are no boos, but many of them are asleep, not to mention opening wine for Shikamoto Shinchong and Ryder to flush the turnover.

"Was it okay just now?"

After the waiter cleaned up the mess of the booth, a sour smell of lemon still did not dissipate.

"Three days and moons...... Is there any psychological shadow on this song? ”

Miss Murakami was genuinely curious.

She has already made up the story of the life and death of Sanriyue and her engaged girlfriend, and listened to this song with Sanriyue at the moment when her girlfriend was terminally ill and was about to breathe.

"How so?"

Shikamoto Shinchong is not afraid to tell the truth, anyway, a normal person would not believe it.

"Three days and moon's friend died in a shipwreck."

He made up a simplified version.

The part about "Izumo Mamoru Group" has been cut out.,Discussing the topic of extreme darkness with guests at the men's public relations club is a bit too slight.。

"That's ......"

Miss Murakami clapped her hands like an epiphany: It's not a girlfriend, it's a friend, I seem to understand!

Let's go back in the evening and talk to Shoko about this!

Male publicists are people with stories!

She set her eyes on Shinchong Shikamoto, what is the story about him?

Murakami was half drunk and half awake, and felt that the male publicist in front of him was like the student president who had a crush in high school, and he was always surrounded by flowers and butterflies, and she could only stand in a distant corner and gaze.

Now, he's right in front of him.

It seems that if you talk to him a few more words, you will have more intimate contact......

"Do you want to know my story?" Shikamoto Shinchong poured another glass of wine for Murakami, and what they were thinking was really easy to understand.

"Hmm!"

Miss Murakami nodded heavily.

"Then save it for another time."

When you drink a glass, the bottle is empty.

Miss Murakami understands that if she wants to listen to the story, she has to add money!

She still wanted to continue ordering, the wine surged up, Murakami felt a little out of strength, and it was not good to drink again, Shikamoto Shinchong reminded the time, it was indeed not early, and she had to go to work tomorrow.

Ashin had already noticed the timing problem......

"Are you there tomorrow night?"

Murakami took out a post-it note from his backpack, Shikamoto Shintaka handed out his business card in advance, the cherry pink business card exuded a burst of floral fragrance, and Murakami couldn't understand what the smell was, but felt that he was slightly drunk and diluted a little.

By the time she was sent to the door, her sanity gradually returned.

His face was burning hot.

Oh, my God!

I'm actually hooked on a male publicist! That's not what a good girl should do!

On weekdays, she always advises Shoko Koyanagi to have more contact with serious men, and not to indulge in male PR anymore, but she never thought that she just went once, and she would linger.

Miss Murakami shook her head firmly: How can you be defeated by your own desires! Work hard, improve yourself, and stop spending time and money on men like them!

They're the men who pay to please you!

She took out Shikamoto Shinchong's business card and tore it in half, intending to blow it away in the wind.

The hand was halfway out and stopped in the air, reluctant to throw it away.

Let's keep it as a souvenir!

Thinking so, Murakami took his hand back.

It's not a foul to keep it as a souvenir!

She put the torn business card back in her bag and left in peace.