Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 102 Traversing the Sites of Dry Bones and Sinking Corpses

Two black umbrellas pass through the white walls and black tiles.

There are two cherry trees after entering the Zenlin Temple. If it were spring, you would see petals all over the ground, but unfortunately now there is only autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves.

"Are you really going to show me all the cemeteries in Tokyo?"

The girl looked at Jun Matsueda beside her.

There are two types of boys' uniforms at Yugaoka High School. One is a Western-style everyday uniform, and the other is a traditional Japanese uniform, which is the stand-up collar uniform in Hot-Blooded High School. This is what Jun Matsueda is wearing today.

"I'll see as much as I can." He didn't deny it.

Mochizuki Yao sighed and stopped talking.

The two walked past the main hall door. A sign in front pointed to a small path, which read "Tomb of Mori Ogai and Dazai Osamu", with directions below.

Turn left and then right, and you will enter the cemetery. You can see neatly arranged tombstones and a few daisies swaying in the wind, and a sense of desolation comes over you.

The road was narrow, so Mochizuki Haruka folded her umbrella and hid under Matsueda Jun's umbrella. She walked along the tombstones and first saw Moritaro's tomb.

Moritaro is the real name of Mori Ogai, one of the three great Japanese literary masters.

Walk two steps forward and you will see the tomb of Dazai Osamu on your left. It is an ordinary tombstone, and next to it is a tomb of the Tsushima family.

"It's said that Tsushima-senpai is related to Dazai Osamu."

Mochizuki Haruka nodded to indicate that she had heard it. She looked at the tombstone in front of her and couldn't help but feel curious.

"It's fine if there's just alcohol, but why are there loose change and MSG on his grave?"

Matsueda Jun smiled and said, "Maybe it's because those who come to pay homage to strange guys are also strange people."

In front of the two of them were boxed wine, tea drinks, and several kinds of coins. The most exaggerated one was a large red bottle of Ajinomoto with a smiling panda face on it.

"I don't understand."

"Let's go after we've seen it. It's time to go to the next cemetery." Jun Matsueda's tone sounded as if he was going to some check-in attraction.

The two returned the same way, got in the car and set off again.

"Dazai Osamu loved eating cherries, and every year on his death anniversary his tomb would be filled with cherries."

Mochizuki Haruka turned her head to look at him, not understanding why Matsueda Jun suddenly mentioned this.

"If you die before me, what would you like me to bring as a tribute to you?"

The girl's eyes changed from staring to glaring. The driver in the front seat coughed twice, but the expression on Jun Matsueda's face did not change.

"Let's post it on social media."

"So you like scrunchies?" Matsueda Jun recalled that the girl never seemed to wear the same scrunchie twice. Even with her hair down today, she still had a black and white polka dot scrunchie on her wrist.

"I like it." The girl nodded seriously. "Maybe I'll start a brand specializing in selling hair bands in the future."

He raised his thumb in salute. The car passed by Ueno Park and slowed down, approaching its destination.

"Is there a cemetery here too?" Mochizuki Haruka looked around. Ueno Park is in Taito District, Tokyo, very close to the city center.

Matsueda Jun laughed twice. "You grew up in a manor, so you don't know that many cemeteries in Neon are built together with residential areas."

The two got out of the car and the drizzle had stopped. Just in case, Jun Matsueda still brought an umbrella.

Yanaka Cemetery is a kilometer or two north of Ueno Park. Everyone on the street was heading toward the cemetery, and Mochizuki Haruka was a little confused.

Today is neither Ullambana nor "the Other Shore" (around the spring and autumn equinoxes), so why are there so many people visiting graves?
When she arrived at the end of the crowd, the first thing the girl saw was not a cemetery, but large areas of gorgeous cherry blossoms.

For a moment, Mochizuki Haruka felt as if she had stepped into spring. "Isn't it beautiful?" Matsueda Jun raised his hand to touch the cherry blossoms above his head. The cherry trees here drooped low, almost touching everyone's heads.

Autumn cherry blossoms attract people here. After the typhoon, the ground was covered with white, which were the corpses of cherry blossoms.

Jun Matsueda did not take her to see any tombstones. The two of them just walked along the avenue of the cemetery. People on the roadside were talking and laughing, and some were even eating. It didn't feel like they were walking in a cemetery at all.

"It would be nice if I could be buried in such a beautiful place when I die," Matsueda Jun sighed, "but unfortunately I probably can't afford a cemetery here."

Cemetery advertisements are common on Tokyo's subways, with slogans like "Cemetery Phase II Project," "100% Customer Satisfaction for Three Years," and "Sleeping in Minato Ward, a Stylish and Elegant Prayer Space." The choices are dizzying.

"I'll buy it for you." Wangyue Yao said without hesitation, but then she thought about the large green space in her own manor and the good environment, which seemed suitable for burying the beautiful boy.

The girl imagined that every time she opened the window, she would be able to see the tomb of Jun Matsueda by the pond. If it was the Obon Festival, she might even be able to see his heroic spirit floating in the Mochizuki family's mansion.

"What are you laughing at?" Matsueda Jun looked at Mochizuki Haruka's smiling face and suddenly felt a chill.

When you reach the end of Cherry Blossom Avenue and bypass Tennoji, you will find a stretch sedan waiting on the roadside.

The car didn't drive far before it stopped at Nippori, where there was an animal cemetery. The two got out of the car and took a walk.

There's also a cat shrine nearby, very small, just a few steps wide, filled with all sorts of cat merchandise. Mochizuki Haruka prayed here for the health and longevity of her pet, Jinzhi.

Matsueda Jun looked at the time. It was past three in the afternoon. "It's getting late. Let's stop at the cemetery here."

"Is it over?" Mochizuki Haruka felt that it was still early and the cemetery trip was more interesting than she thought.

"No." Matsueda Jun shook his head. "Next, let's continue to explore Tokyo. You can help me choose a cemetery."

Mochizuki looked into his eyes and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Help me choose a grave. If I die before you, think about where would be the most suitable place to bury me." His words sounded a little creepy to the girl.

"What are you going to do?" Mochizuki Yao suddenly held his hand tightly.

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous." The girl used great strength to pry open her fingers one by one. "I just want you to imagine it. Just like I said before that you would die before me, I might also die before you, right?"

"Just imagine, if I were to die young in an accident someday, where would you bury me?"

"Are you serious?" Mochizuki Yao stared into his eyes, trying to make sure there were no strange thoughts in them.

Jun Matsueda nodded, and the black car was on the road again.

"So there's a cemetery under Tokyo Tower." Jun Matsueda looked down at the ground. The rows of tombstones looked as tiny as dominoes.

"Mochizuki-san, are you planning to bury me on top of Tokyo Tower? That's quite an advanced idea."

The two were now standing on the highest observation deck of Tokyo Tower, with Mount Fuji in the distance blocked by clouds.

"It has nothing to do with you." Mochizuki Haruka said, "Auntie said before that she wanted to watch the snow together on the top of Tokyo Tower this Christmas."

"We had already agreed on this." The glass at the top of the tower blocked the strong wind from the upper floors, but the girl's voice was as erratic as if it were carried by the wind.

If he wanted to win the girl's heart, what Jun Matsueda had to do at this time was to comfort her well, and then make an appointment with Haruka Mochizuki to meet at the top of Tokyo Tower on Christmas Day.

But Matsueda simply changed the subject, saying, "If you don't want to bury him, scattering his ashes on top of Tokyo Tower would be nice, too."

"No." Wang Yueyao immediately rejected his proposal. "You said that I would decide where you were buried. Then your body is mine. Burning it is absolutely impossible."

The girl had already decided where to bury Jun Matsueda.

As expected, he has to be buried under the Wangyue family.

(End of this chapter)