【Jing Lin】Yes

He won't say this kind of thing a second time.

But it’s okay not to say it, because for Shizuo Heiwajima and Rinya Orihara, language is the most pale thing.

Orihara Rin is also a timid person, he never indulges himself to really bet on anything, the retreat he left for himself on the towering iron tower is the kindness of Shizuo Heiwajima, all of Shizuo Heiwajima like.He only needs to choose to live, and he can get what he has been longing for.

Since when did this feeling arise?

It doesn't matter anymore.

Because from the moment he decided to say goodbye to Shimao Shimao in peace, they were destined to be inseparable from each other.

Because Shizuo Heiwajima will never get his wish.

It was a new day in Ikebukuro.

All kinds of scenes that are repeated like a projector are staged on the streets of Ikebukuro as they should be. No one will promote its boringness, and no one is eager to try to change its invariance.

The sky was still blue and overcast.

There are still people passing by on the street.

The big guy in Russia is still trying to sell his delicious and cheap sushi.

The girl wearing glasses is still walking home from school with a peaceful smile.

The ordinary yet extraordinary boy Lailiang still walks side by side with the girl.

The fair-haired boy was still talking about playing with his two close friends.

An old van is still driving with four people in tacit understanding.

The girl with the scar on her neck still clings to her lover's body.

- nothing seems to have changed

——Everything seems to be going on as usual

— but someone noticed

——Noticing this last daily routine that is about to become uncommon

For example, there are no vending machines flying around at the crossroads, replaced by images of dark-haired youths walking side by side with blond bartenders.

For example, at the entrance of a quiet alley, there is no longer a small knife reflecting sunlight, but only two silver rings holding hands and fingertips that also reflect light.

For example, the battle between the 24-hour war groups will never start again, and the love story between the strongest in Ikebukuro and the worst in Shinjuku has become a new urban legend.

There are some silent things, splashing different colors on the streets of Ikebukuro.

End.