Salt must contain something strange and sacred, in our tears and in the sea. 】

- Gibran Khalil Gibran, "Sand and Foam"

A woman's tears are a weapon.

When they use this weapon, most men surrender as if facing an inescapable tsunami.

It has been said that women's tears are the most selfish tears, and they cry only for themselves.

Asama and Futami walked out of the school gate wordlessly, and every time he took a step, there was a flashback of a scene of being defeated by tears in his previous life.

But, the tears of the second sight are not the same.

Tears were not a means for her to force herself to compromise.

So, is it that you have gone too far?

In short, Asama didn't want to see a sad expression with tears on Futami's face.

Although, that expression has a thrilling beauty like a lack of moon hanging from a tree.

The second saw a tear in the moon sea, as if the moon in the sky was missing a horn.

He still likes the shallow, warm, and smiling look of the second sight.

He couldn't wipe away the tears of Furami like he did with dust off his shoulders.

He could only rub it lightly over her face like a fragile handicraft.

Descending from the long saka road, there are already few pedestrians, but cars and bicycles pass by from time to time.

At night in the non-commercial area of Azabu, it seems as quiet as the suburbs.

The two walked quietly on the streets of Tokyo, their shadows like two hour hands, rotating counterclockwise under the dim street lamp.

Futami pinched a handkerchief,

"Jingshui-kun, can we go back together today?"

"Don't take the subway anymore?"

"I look ugly."

Asama looked at Futami's reddish eyes, lining her dreamy fair skin even whiter.

"You see the moon is hiding, so you're a Tokyo sable."

"The Diao Chan of the Three Kingdoms? That's a beauty like Ah Shi."

Futami looked at Asama with a sideways face, he seemed to be a lot taller than when they first met, and his whole temperament became more calm and mysterious.

"Jingshui-kun praises me like this, aren't you afraid that I will love you more?"

"Don't worry, I'll continue to hand you a handkerchief after rejecting you. Of course, if you're going to punch me twice, that's fine. After all, we're friends, aren't we? ”

The word [friend] came out of Asama's mouth as if it were a mantra.

Fumimi pursed his lips slightly, muttering to himself,

I really don't know if Jingshui-kun is gentle or not."

Walking to the intersection, the two stopped. To the right is Azabu-Juban Station on the Namboku Line, to the right is Azabu-Juban Station on the Oedo Line, and 1.2 km to the left is Shibakoen Station on the Mita Line, which is in the same direction as Asama's home.

The night breeze at the corner of the street whistled along their bodies, lifting Futami's hair.

"Do you really want to walk back, it's almost 2 kilometers."

"If I can't bear it with my physical strength, isn't there a still water kun who can carry me?"

Asama couldn't help but look at Futami.

The street corner happened to be green, and Futami ran briskly along the zebra crossing, ran to the other side of the road, and looked back with a smile.

Looking at the smiling face that was completely different from 5 minutes ago, Asama was already 30% suspicious at this time, and the second sight of the great Myojin was just a tactical cry.

Thinking of this, Asama didn't hate these little tricks, but hated himself even more.

It would be nice if there was no system.

However, if there is no system, I have been moving to the bottom of Tokyo Bay for more than a month.

Azabu Street on the north-south line is full of traffic, and it is much more lively than the Shiomizaka just now.

The lights of the city are bright, and the cold steel and concrete are dyed by various colors of neon.

Asama lamented that it is worthy of being a cosmopolitan city, but every time there is an extra light here, it means that there is one more room in the rest of Japan.

The Matthew effect is everywhere, and Tokyo is like Kyoto during the Warring States period, so that everyone who is not willing to be lonely and wants to become famous is crowded into the single-plank bridge of "Joraku".

There are also many people in the Tokyo subway who complain as Tokyoites that more and more people from the countryside have been coming to Tokyo lately, even though they have only been in Tokyo for a few years.

The more crowded the center, the greater the external repulsion.

Will a decentralized, evenly distributed world be realized?

From the universe to the elements, they are all uneven, and Asama immediately denied his own naïve question.

Unlike Asama, who is looking for problems when he has nothing to do, the star-chart-like night view of the city makes the brisk Futami can't help but slow down.

If you walk 2 kilometers as fast as you just walked, it will be completed in less than half an hour

It's almost 10 o'clock, and it's not a good time to invite Jingshui-kun to your home to do something.

The restaurant along the road gave Futami an idea, and he stopped and asked Asama,

"Is Shisui-kun hungry? Do you want to have dinner together? ”

Everyone's dinner was sandwiches and mineral water that Konoe bought with his class money, and for many boys, there was not enough to eat.

Asama, who was already hungry, shook his head.

"It's quite full."

At the moment, it is not like in the TV series - a stomach scream, debunking the lame lie.

Asama hadn't experienced the feeling of extreme hunger for a long time.

Futami was embarrassed to say that she was hungry, so the plan to invite Asama to her house to cook was declared bankrupt.

Asama suddenly asked,

"By the way, Yuehai, I've asked for leave with Lao Qin again in the past few days."

"Well, Boss Qin said it's okay, Miss Pochi is fully qualified for my job."

It turned out that I was working hard to reply to the message so late.

Poch has finally grown a little.

"It's not okay to fish for three days and dry nets for two days like this."

"Jingshui-kun, you can't judge a person's work results only by working hours~"

"Good, good."

So, has [Futami Moon Sea] become a limited edition of Chinese restaurants just like those [seasonal limited dishes]?

"By the way, Shizusui-kun, what week is Miss Pochi going to move to me this week?"

"You can ask her this question directly."

"Hmm."

The two walked for a while, passing by the Sendaizaka intersection of Ninobashi, where a couple dressed very fashionably were arguing.

"I feel like the relationship between Shizusui-kun and Miss Pochi is really good."

"[Good relationship]? Why does Tsukimi feel this way? ”

"Because Jingshui-kun never complains to us, or complains~ Among all of them, Miss Pochi is the only one who will speak ill of Jingshui-kun."

In this way, won't Chiyo Konoe be my best friend?

"Because she deserves to be scolded."

"Then will Jingshui-kun scold me for being frivolous, troublesome, and careful?"

Looking at the serious eyes of the second sight, love brain, and the great myojin, Asama shook his head,

"It's not necessary, but I hope your introspection will start soon."

"That is, not to the point of annoying?"

"Pretty much."

The second saw that the little face was slightly red, the eyes were shining, and the corners of the mouth also had a proud arc of purpose.

"That's.,I like it~~~"

"Actually, it's okay to say [love], but it's not love between men and women, even if you're a boy, I have this mood and attitude. Because you are [Futatsukimi] to me, not just a beautiful girl Futatsukimi. ”

Futami looked at Asama with hesitant eyes,

"That's how you love Arima-kun and Takishima-kun too?"

"That's basically fatherly love."

Futami's emotions are like elevators, and she knows that the reason why this is the case is because her expectations are too high, but she can't help but look at the unrealistic end.

"Jingshui-kun's [love], is it just love?"

Asama saw the coffee advertisement for MACHI café at the Lawson convenience store in front of him, and said to Futami,

"It's hard to put this into words. For example, if you like to drink coffee and taste many kinds of coffee, do you like its aroma, its bitterness, its acidity, its crystal brown, its mellow taste, or its pure origin, exquisite packaging, and high price? Fall in love with coffee as a whole, not its 10,000 permutations, just as a sour, bitter, mellow brown drink doesn't equal coffee.

But I understand that when I take a sip and find that it is really coffee, I will not spill it, but enjoy this wonderful cup of coffee. Therefore, "love" is not a combination of caring, understanding, heartbeat, and happiness, "love" is "love". ”

Futami Tsukikai was a little stunned by Asama.

"There are 1,000 Hamlets in the hearts of 1,000 readers, and they see both and they are not. Hamlet is Hamlet, right? ”

"Pretty much. But it is not as objective as you say, and the [love] I perceive is only a narrow sensory experience similar to that [Thing Self] has sorted out through the media. But I can assure you that I didn't subjectively beautify it to make it the most perfect way it looked, and I cherished it as it naturally appeared. ”

I felt even more dizzy at the second sight.

But she knew very well that when Asama introduced philosophy into the conversation, the atmosphere between the two was blown away.

Asama still doesn't have any tendency for friendship to deteriorate.

Put away the strategy thoughts.,Second sight reminisced about chatting with Asama.。

I listened to Asama talk about Kant's "Thing in Itself".

In the cold voice, there is a desire for understanding.

She also wanted to know him better, but she was already immersed in the bliss of being surrounded by his words.

She felt that even if she didn't understand what he said, as long as he was willing to tell her, it would all be beautiful.

The distance of 2 punches unconsciously became 1 and a half punches.

Crossing the Minobashi Bridge and the Meguro Line Viaduct of the Metropolitan Expressway, the two finally reached Shirokane Takanawa.

Walking along the quiet Uyokozaka path, you soon arrived at the door of the apartment where the Futami family was.

"I'm home."

"Well, then, get some rest early."

"Shizusui-kun."

The summer night breeze brushed Futami's cheeks, and tonight the moon was turned off by clouds, but those eyes were brighter than the moon.

"What's wrong?"

"Rewards for exam progress."

"Well, F-san and Mai have already told me. In addition, it is impossible to exceed the conditions of friendship. ”

"Date, okay?"

For this request, Asama has been prepared for a long time.

"Yes."

"It's okay to stay at my house all day, read books, watch movies?"

If the whole day doesn't mean 24 hours, that's fine."

Nimi suddenly remembered that Pochi was going to move to his house this week, it turned out that this was Jingshui-kun's plan?

"Can I change the location?"

"Yes."

"So, Zushi Beach, is that okay?"

A popular sandy beach 40 km south of Tokyo.

"Yes. Are you sure it's just the 2 of us? ”

"Hmm."

It's the same answer as the Immortal River and Majima.

What's the deal with this sense of déjà vu that they have discussed and spent time alone?

"Also, Shizusui-kun."

"You say."

"[Listen to the coupon], remember to use it well~"

Asama nodded, and pulled out a [Word and Count Coupon] from his bag, and the ticket for Fuami was light red, while the Majima was light blue, so it was easy to distinguish.

In addition, Futami gave a full 100 sheets.

"In the name of the great power of [Obey the Word], I hereby command you, go home early and rest."

Futami sneered.

"I discovered the still water again, a new strange side. Hi Hi ~ So, good night, still water-kun. ”

"Goodbye."

Asama waved his hand, but froze in the air again.

"Goodbye~ I'll wait for you in my dream first, Jingshui-kun, I'll see you later."

The girl blinked, gave a flying kiss, and walked into the apartment lobby.

It's all foul play that doesn't have anything to do with [friendship].

The red [Obey the Word Ticket] that was just given to her is a red card.

Asama looked up at the night sky of Shirokane Takanawa Fish Basket Temple, and the moon finally escaped from the clouds.

Sure enough, the moon is even lovelier in clear weather.

In less than 10 minutes, Asama ran back to Shiba Park.

Standing at the door of the apartment, a familiar figure walked in from another direction.

Unexpectedly, Poki had just gotten off work at this time.

"Yo~~~ Pochi, what a coincidence."

The tired Po Qi, just like the elderly consumables, the screws in the city, and the tools to support the family in Tokyo, have no light in their eyes, as if they are just a lifeless shell manipulated by capital.

"Ahh

Pochi's nose moved suddenly, and he lunged at Asama.

"Damn, let me work so hard, it turned out that I went to drink all day to meet Xiao Er! You conscienceless blackwater! ”

Asama easily dodged Pochi's attack and said,

"I didn't get out until half past nine, didn't I tell you about the stage play rehearsals and temporary monitoring?"

"But Xiao Lishi arrived home early!"

"The division of labor is different. I played the servant of the moon sea, and then I was dragged late by a perverted overseer. ”

Although Asama didn't lie in the first half and the second half of the sentence, it wasn't a truth.

"Hmm—I'd like to see your rehearsals too."

Pochi pouted, a look of grievance.

"Lao Qin's restaurant is rarely open so late, is something going on?"

"When I was about to leave work at 8 p.m., a large group of customers suddenly came in. There are no other waiters for the temporary group meal of Boss Qin's friend's company, only me, Boss Qin, and Boss Qin's wife are busy until now. ”

"This kind of thing, you should talk about it in advance."

"It's because they're friends that Boss Qin is embarrassed to shirk it. Fortunately, everyone has a high opinion of the restaurant. Boss Qin also gave me an extra 20,000 yen bonus, which is much more generous than a certain stinky capitalist. ”

"It's not like staying at home, you're great now, Pochi."

Pochi wrinkled his nose and muttered,

"PUA and I work part-time. Damn Ah Shui. ”

"Learn the craft, I will invest in you to open a store."

"If you don't open it, you can't open it, you're so tired when you canban the girl, and I'm the head chef, don't you want to tire me to death?"

The two talked and went back to the apartment together.

Opening the door, facing the living room and the room where the entrance light automatically turned on, the two said in unison,

"I'm back."

Pochi and Asama glanced at each other.

Pochi, who was in a good mood, thought that he was going to Nimiya this week, and his mood was as low as when he had just gotten off work.

Grunt.

As soon as I was sad, my stomach rang.

Asama glanced at Pochi and said,

"Let's go take a shower first, I'll get you some supper."

The blonde girl was immediately rejuvenated again.

After a while, the sound of her humming came from the bathroom.

Asama remembered the time when she had just worked in her previous life, and when she came home quickly, her father, who had not yet fallen asleep, took off his reading glasses to read, and went to the kitchen to make clear soup noodles and fried eggs for himself.

He would always fry himself three eggs in one go, and said that when he was younger, he could eat 10 eggs a day.

Liar, in his time, how could there be so many eggs to eat.

The growth of people does not depend only on their own efforts.

More because of those around who silently support themselves.

It's a pity that before I succeeded, I was gone.

The throes of growing up and the severe pain of loss run through life, but some pains can never be used to, because what is lost is the only one.

Before I knew it, I had a bowl of noodles and fried three eggs.

Asama also detached from the memories of his previous life.

[Memory is a road of no return, and all the past springs cannot be restored. 】

Sitting across the dining table, like his father looking at himself back then, watching Poki come home from overtime.

Is there something you have forgotten?

Thinking of this, Asama opened the mall. (End of chapter)