The leaves are sassy, and it is autumn again, and the yellow leaves are falling one after another. In the distance, the autumn water is the same color as the sky, and the sunset and the lonely bird fly together. It's obviously a bright sun, but it's like a remnant sun, a sad season.

Bulma, who was dressed in light yarn, leaned against the ancient tree outside the courtyard, looking at the sky melancholy, and a trace of green smoke rose from her fingertips. For her at this time, her mood is like five grains and grains together, I don't know whether it is love or hate. This is the 62nd day of Yamucha's disappearance, and legends are circulating all over the world that the new world champion Satan has killed the hero Yamucha and become a new generation of heroes.

If she doesn't believe it, she will never believe it.

Running all over the world, wherever the business of the capsule company extends, it is inseparable from the missing person notice, but everything about the whereabouts of Yamu tea is always attentive. Until one day, at the disbanded Yamucha Hero Headquarters, a kind person couldn't bear it anymore and finally told her something unspeakable about Yamucha.

Ranki, inside a small apartment house. It was a mess, bottles and cans, and the turbid air was filled with the smell of tobacco and alcohol, and it was impossible to distinguish between soot and dust. Since Yamucha's disappearance, she has never become a purple-haired docile girl in her depression, and she can't stop using snuff to force herself to turn into a violent blonde, relying on cigarettes and alcohol to eliminate her depression. Unemployed, she has often had headaches lately, and some memories are incomplete and incomplete.

That day, she was drinking stuffy wine, as always. Suddenly I heard a knock at the door. Finally, in a nightmare, I met the woman I didn't want to see, Bulma.

"Where's Yamucha?"

Cold breath, godless eyes. Lan Qi has a keen woman's heart and understands her intentions. After all, the paper bag does not catch fire, and the East Window incident is only a matter of time, she understands it in her heart. It's just that at this juncture, she has no intention of dealing with these, maybe a happy confession is the most correct choice.

"He's not here for a long time..."

The door is half-open, and the body is blocked by the door. Bulma gave her a hard thrust, knocking Ranki to the ground. The door opened wide and I walked straight inside. In the cluttered room, Bulma kicked over the table, and the beer cans on the table spilled to the floor, and the wine flowed loudly. Flipping through the contents of the drawer and throwing them on the floor with disdain. One by one, all kinds of photos, it is Yamucha's smiling face, sweetly hugging Lan Qi.

A drop of crystal tears slammed open the wardrobe. Unlike the messy women's clothes, the men's suits and sportswear hanging on the other side are neatly stacked and spotless.

Sure enough, Yamucha's underwear is all there, and everything is very familiar to me. It's too familiar, although I have given myself a preventive injection before coming, but the sudden sensory stimulation is still a little unacceptable. It is clearly another home of Yamucha, and another woman's home.

Not knowing what to say, Lan Qi stood aside at some point, holding a cigarette and asked:

"Have you turned enough?"

A calm face, in turn, is a resounding slap in the face. Lan Qi covered her face, sneered a little terrifyingly, and let go of her hand to give Bulma a return salute. In front of her, Bulma was weak and was beaten to her knees.

Not to be outdone, the two of them tore desperately, regardless of their image.

With messy hair and messy clothes, the two of them sat in one corner and gasped, and Bulma wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth, and said hoarsely:

"Slut, where did Yamucha go?"

"Phew!" Lan Qi rubbed her somewhat crooked nose, spat out a mouthful of phlegm, and said with a strange smile:

"I'm embarrassed to ask me, what are you, a righteous wife, your husband ran away, come and ask me?! I won't be dissatisfied with your kung fu in bed, who did you run away with, haha! Just his rotten appearance, it must be like this! ”

There is no way to argue that Bulma's heart is like lime, every word is like a sharp knife, squeaking to the ear, but it hurts even more. She was strong, and at this point, she still held illusory thoughts, and asked in a low voice:

"If you know his whereabouts, please tell me, no matter where I go, I will definitely get him back..."

The words were like lightning strikes, and Lan Qi suddenly jumped like thunder and roared loudly:

"What do you mean! You? That's you! Don't you know my relationship with her! Don't pretend!! ”

"I know, Yamucha is a little distracted, and I'm also very angry, but after all, we're married. Are you going to look for it? What are you? Lover, or junior? Don't look in the mirror either, I just hope you don't bother him anymore, little vixen. ”

Bulma stood up and quietly turned to leave. "Boom", the door lock closed, and at the same time, Lan Qi's heart was closed.

"What am I? Huh..."

I'm sorry, Bulma... I'm sorry, Lance...

It's still a green lawn, a cool breeze, and the afterglow of autumn doesn't seem cold. Stopping in the familiar family yard, it is incredible that Yamucha can be called home for the current Yamucha.

Anxious heart, rushed into the living room. He was not greeted by the equally anxious Bulma, or the Briffs. An empty home, spotless furniture, and an empty heart. Full of mud notes, Yamucha couldn't find anyone, and for a while, the words of that night echoed in his mind:

"Maybe you won't find me one day."

Feeling powerless, Yamucha didn't want to think about anything. It doesn't matter what Red Ribbon Legion he is, what Dapra and artificial man he is, what does it matter to me if he destroys this world. Useless Yamu tea is used to being a waste material.

"Tom, tom!"

I don't know how long later, the sound of the motorcycle engine disappeared from the door.

"Who he is..."

Talking to himself, Yamucha was a little discouraged, and Ji looked at him coldly, not understanding the love and hatred of human beings. Gradually, the crisp sound of the door opening, the loud footsteps of high heels.

There was a "quack". The sun may be late, but it will not be absent. Bulma, who was very surprised, was dressed in plain clothes, with a motorcycle hat in one hand, her hair tied up, and her face wrapped in gauze, completely lost her naughty appearance. Covering his mouth in surprise, he stared at Yamucha who was kneeling on the ground.

You can't be soft-hearted, you can't cry. But Bulma still gently took Yamucha's hand, and said indifferently:

"I still know to come back."

Tears, Yamucha couldn't stop it anymore and hugged Bulma tightly. Real touch, warm body, it's not a dream. It's just that Bulma smiled bitterly in her heart, maybe where this guy was messing around, and ran back after running out of money.

However, it's good to live and see people.

A thousand words, Yamucha doesn't know how to say it. Ji jumped over and gave Bulma a few clicks, but Bulma didn't respond. Ji was taken aback and said:

"How is that possible! Are you immune to magic?! ”

Bulma pointed cutely and said with a smile:

"Headache this, you say? I'll put up with it for a while. ”

What a scary human being.

At night, in the dark bedroom. No, this bedroom Yamucha is very familiar, it is the one where I used to lie in the future. Spring is full of rough wheezing of men and women, Yamucha is very surprised, I don't know why today's Bulma seems so real and so hard. Wrapping his arms around his thin shoulders, the two of them clinging to each other again.

"Bulma, I'll never leave you again..."

hand, plugging in front of Yamu tea's mouth. Bulma suddenly grabbed him with one hand and said:

"You dare to swear? How many do you have besides Lanqi? Also, what do you call me..."

This night, the two tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, confiding in each other. Gradually, Bulma understood, lay on Yamucha's chest, pointed to his heart, and said:

"It was and will be written off. I'll spare your flowers, no matter who my husband is in the future, what you are holding now is me, your wife, Bulma, understand..."

Happy quilt, Yamucha has never slept so peacefully. In the dream, there is no more fierce fighting and fighting, only the ordinary daily life.

I hope this dream never wakes up...