Chapter 111 Chapter 111 Shop Manager Mo Shiyu

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Two years later.

The rain fell softly, covering the streets and rooftops with a thin veil.

Namimori is a small town located northwest of Tokyo. It doesn't have many lively attractions, and the only shopping and commercial district is the one in the town center.

The permanent population is small, but the supporting facilities are complete. It is a warm and livable town on the edge of a bustling city. The pace of life is slow. People born here rarely go out. Most of them have lived here, passed down from generation to generation.

“…”

The girl, holding her schoolbag high above her head, ran wildly across the pond. The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Her wet ponytail stuck to her neck. She sneezed and knew she was about to catch a cold. She had to give up the idea of ​​running all the way home and prepared to find a place to shelter from the rain.

She looked around. This was not the road she had always taken, so she was not familiar with the place.

After walking a few more steps, she finally saw a small house located in a very narrow and deep alley. The door was ajar and the windows were frosted glass covered by thick curtains, making it impossible to see inside.

There was a red lantern made of oil paper hanging at the door. It swayed gently in the wind and rain, emitting a very faint yellow light, which was the only color in this deep alley.

When did a store like this appear here? It doesn't look very neon-like.

What kind of store is it?

Out of curiosity, she ran a few steps against the rain and came to the door of the small house. Only then did she see that in addition to the big red lantern, there was also a small sign hanging on the gate.

【Those who are destined to meet can enter】.

Just this one brand? Not even a store name? The girl was a little surprised. Could they really do business like this?

What a willful store manager!

Even though she thought so, she couldn't help but feel curious.

The door was ajar and was pushed open in an instant.

"Is anyone there?" A girl's voice came from outside the door. It was very clear and energetic, and could be heard from far away.

The girl walked into the store. The lighting inside was very poor, giving people a cramped feeling. She looked at the furnishings in the store and finally realized that this seemed to be a grocery store.

There are many small and miscellaneous items piled on the shelves on both sides, which seem to be out of place.

The girl took a look and saw items such as a bright red music box, a broken pearl necklace, and an ancient Buddha amulet.

The floor is covered with carpet, but the overall look is not dirty, giving people a sense of order in chaos, which is quite interesting to look at for a long time.

But there wasn't much space to move around, so she struggled to get around a pile of books on the ground and finally saw the cashier counter at the back.

She saw a man with long hair sleeping on an old table.

There was an old movie poster on the wall behind him, a cushion under him, several white dolls around him, and one doll in his arms.

One of his hands was hanging on the table. His hand was very white and thin, and the blue veins could be seen on it. There was a very deep bruise on his wrist, as if it had been strangled.

The girl looked at this scene and felt that even her breathing became lighter.

Probably noticing the guests, the man slowly moved, raising half of his face sleepily. His long smoky-gray hair moved slightly behind him like mist, and some of it scattered around him.

"Well..." he said slowly, "Welcome."

His voice was a little hoarse, probably because he had just woken up, but it was very nice.

"What do you want to buy?"

The girl suddenly became nervous. She twisted her wet side ponytail and said quickly, "Sorry, it's just... this looks too expensive. I probably can't afford it."

The young man laughed softly, "The things I sell are just things I found, they are not worth much."

How could something found be so beautiful? Like a work of art.

The girl looked around at the unusual-looking objects and found that some of them even had suspicious scarlet marks on them, such as the long-bone umbrella placed aside.

But strangely, it's not scary.

It was as if the horrible things above had been purified.

She suddenly noticed something and picked up a hair tie embroidered with flowers. The patterns on it emitted a cool light, which was very eye-catching even in the dim room. It was definitely not comparable to ordinary assembly line products. The workmanship and craftsmanship were both top-notch.

"It's so beautiful! Is it embroidered with cherry blossoms..." She was really tempted and asked carefully, "Boss, how much is this?"

The gray-haired young man straightened his loose collar and lazily slumped over the table, the teardrop mole at the corner of his eye tinging with red. "Hey...how much money did you bring?"

"I brought..." the girl looked down at her pockets and blushed, "500 yen."

"Then it's 500 yen." He said nonchalantly.

“Hai…” The girl was stunned for a moment, “Isn’t that too casual?”

The gray-haired young man curled his lips and said, "As long as I want to sell it, I'll sell it for whatever you can afford."

“…”What a willful store manager!

The girl used her pocket money to buy a beautiful hairband and also got a cup of hot tea made by the store manager. She sat on a small stool in the store holding the teacup and waited for the rain to stop.

"I'm Xiaochun." The girl held the hairband in her hands lovingly, tilting her head back and smiling brightly. "Miura Haru, I'm a first-year junior high student at a nearby girls' school. The store manager can call me Xiaochun. Thank you for letting me take shelter here."

The gray-haired young man, wearing slippers, tied his messy hair back, held the doll in his arms, and leaned his head against the window to look at her. "You're a customer who patronizes my business, and this is what I should do."

From this angle, he looks very thin, with long eyelashes, and his eyes look particularly beautiful next to the rain-soaked window.

"Besides, it's been a long time since an ordinary person has come here. I'm very happy to see you."

The girl named Miura Haru tilted her head in confusion, feeling that this sentence was a little strange, but she couldn't tell what was strange about it.

As the rain fell, Miura Haru learned the name of the store manager. She had to admit that she had never heard of such a person in Namimori before. This was a little unbelievable in a small town where news spread easily.

After all, once you meet such a person, you will never forget him.

Maybe the store manager doesn't like going out much.

The whole store was very quiet, with only the sound of rain hitting the windows.

She saw a picture on the wall.

There are three fish in different colors on it: white, black, and dark gray. They look lifelike.

Everything here, whether it is the red lanterns at the door or the people inside, is like a ghost story that only appears on rainy days, exuding a mysterious and moving flavor.

Miura Haru suddenly felt like he had accidentally entered a monster's residence.

Mo Shiyu leaned over and lightly touched the light pink hairband in her hand with his fingers. The smoky gray hair scattered from her shoulders as he moved. He half-curled his lips and said, "It will protect you."

A chill suddenly rose in her heart. She stood up and placed the empty teacup on the table, her face slightly pale. "The rain has stopped. Thank you for your hospitality."

"You're welcome."

Miura Haru left the small shop at a slightly faster pace.

****

Mo Shiyu saw off a rare guest and stretched himself.

He made a bowl of instant noodles and ate it up in a hurry, then put a piece of cooling candy in his mouth. Then he hugged his doll and curled up in the small rocking chair at the cashier's counter.

It was still early, and he lay on the table wanting to take another nap, but his body was wrapped in a cold embrace. He opened his eyes and asked in confusion, "Sheyu?"

Before he could finish his words, the scene in front of him suddenly darkened. Mo Shiyu instinctively turned his head and felt something warm and moist licking the corner of his lips.

His eyelashes trembled a few times, but he did not resist.

A figure appeared out of thin air, like a ghost that suddenly appeared. The other person was holding his neck, with a pair of silver handcuffs hanging on one of his wrists. The handcuffs swayed in the air with his movements, making a jingling sound, which made him blush.

He sat on either side of him with his bare legs spread apart, a few strands of sweaty black hair hanging down, and he murmured incoherently, "It's not finished yet..."

Mo Shiyu hugged the other person, with a mixture of pity and helplessness, "Stop acting, you're sober now, right?"

Xiao Mo laughed softly in his ear, his eyes dark, "It's you who always prevented me from making it to the last step. Also, you called the wrong name again."

Mo Shiyu said, "I want to cure your mental problems, not indulge them."

That’s right, Xiao Mo is that Xiao Mo.

In the past, Mo Shiyu did not travel through time, and Xiao Mo died in a basement in a foreign country.

After inexplicably discovering Xiao Mo's weak spirit in the spiritual body, Mo Shiyu was completely puzzled, but since he had discovered it, he had to take good care of him.

Xiao Mo's condition is probably the worst among the three vests.

His spiritual body needed to be nurtured. Even if Mo Shiyu gave him a vest, he had to periodically return to Mo Shiyu's spiritual body and recuperate in the nest mother's nest.

If that were all, Mo Shiyu wouldn't be so worried.

Xiao Mo is addicted.

Serious addiction.

Past experiences have left indelible marks on him. Even though he has died once, the scars of the past still remain like a thorn in his flesh.

Mo Shiyu would not stop Xiao Mo's skin-hungry licking and intimate actions. Compared with his previous crazy killing and self-harming appearance when he was addicted, Xiao Mo has been taken care of much better by Mo Shiyu.

The close contact between them can relieve Xiao Mo's addiction when he has an attack.

In order to save him, Mo Shiyu could only indulge him.

It didn't take long for me to go from feeling extremely ashamed at the beginning to feeling used to it now.

They shared the same face, except that Xiao Mo was two years younger than him, still had mostly black hair and dark eyes, and looked more like his past carefree self than he did.

The two of them were whispering to each other, it was so exciting.

Mo Shiyu felt that his psychological endurance had never been so high.

This guy is becoming more and more arrogant. Even when he is not addicted, he still likes to stick to him and do this and that.

"Sheyu is here too..."

Xiao Mo turned his head and chuckled with the corners of his eyes raised. His pair of dark eyes were like those of an evil spirit, so cold that there was no warmth at all.

"What do you think?" A young man spoke in a low and hoarse voice. The white-haired boy climbed up on him little by little, unwillingly lifted his hand, and rubbed the bruise on his wrist with his cheek.

Mo Shiyu felt like a piece of cheesecake in danger.

"This is left by the mask." Xiao Mo looked at the circle of red and said something ambiguous.

"Cover the face..." She Yu repeated.

"That's enough." Mo Shiyu really didn't want to talk about these topics with him. He pulled his hand back, then threw Xiao Mo, who was not wearing his clothes properly, down, threw him a pair of pants, and went to the inner room to sleep alone, feeling tired.

I slept until after 7 o'clock in the evening.

In his sleep, he heard some noise coming from outside the door. When he opened his eyes, he saw a brown-haired boy poking his head in. On his shoulder sat a baby wearing a black suit with a yellow pacifier hanging on his chest.

"Brother Xiaoyu." Sawada Tsunayoshi smiled softly and generously, "Did you just wake up?"

"Hmm." Mo Shiyu said dully while lying in bed.

Two years have passed since I left Slovakia.

In the past two years, he often went out late at night to purify the pollution he found around the world. Because he had no place to dispose of the purified polluted items, he opened a small shop.

Apart from that, he doesn't like to go out, and only Sawada Tsunayoshi comes to see him.