Am I being simulated by their love affair?

Before eating, Haruka Mochizuki took out her cell phone and took a picture of the crepe in her hand facing the top of Tokyo Tower.

Noticing the way Matsueda Jun observed her, the girl explained, "I took this video for Rion and the others to see. I can also show it to my aunt when she wakes up."

Like her friends, Mochizuki Haruka likes to record cute things.

The two of them ate crepes while walking. On the other side of the road was the Red Leaf Valley of Shiba Park, a sea of ​​bright red. Now is the best time to enjoy the autumn leaves in Tokyo.

Shiba Park is very large and more like a street than a park. From cherry blossoms, maple trees to ginkgo trees, each piece of land has its own landscape, like a miniature of Tokyo.

Tokyo has colors of every season throughout the year.

It is called the Red Leaf Valley, but in fact it is just a path through the colorful forest. By the time we walked out of the park, Jun Matsueda had finished the crepe in his hand.

"Why are you eating so fast?" There was still half of the crepe left in Mochizuki Haruka's hand.

"I'm about to be buried, so I must enjoy it quickly." Jun Matsueda threw the wrapping paper into the trash can.

An hour later, the girl would understand what he meant by this.

On the road outside Shiba Park, cars are still parked on the side of the road, like the vehicle refresh point in the game.

Jun Matsueda opened the car door and let the girl holding the crepe go in first.

"Are you sure about the Mochizuki family?"

"Bury it at Wangyue's house!" She licked the white cream at the corner of her lips.

"Okay, let's go back to Mitaka." Jun Matsueda sighed and said to the driver.

After Mochizuki Haruka finished eating the crepe, she began to list the benefits of burying Matsueda Jun in the Mochizuki family.

"First of all, my manor has beautiful scenery, doesn't it? If you like something like the Valley Cemetery, I can also plant cherry trees for you."

"Cherry blossoms, maple leaves or ginkgo leaves, I can change them as long as you tell me in a dream." The girl completely forgot about the green pine trees at home.

"Besides, the manor is very quiet and the security is perfect. You can sleep peacefully without being disturbed."

"You don't have to compete with others for space. The only people who will be buried there will probably be Mom, Dad, Aunt, you and me. And you don't have to spend any money."

"Neon's space is so small. If you were buried somewhere else, you'd probably just be cremated and reduced to ashes. Burying you at the Wangyue family will keep your body intact!"

The girl listed all the benefits for Jun Matsueda, but for her, the greatest benefit was that she could take possession of Jun Matsueda's death.

The more she thought about it, the more excited she became. Matsueda Jun might not like her, or even want to stay away from her, so what?

No matter how many ideas he had during his lifetime or who he loved, all of these would disappear after his death, and he would be at her mercy.

His time when he was alive was short, but his time after death was eternal. He would spend this eternal time in the Wangyue family's manor.

His flesh, blood, and bones will turn into nutrients and seep into the land. Every time she sees a blooming flower or a falling leaf, she will remember that this was a part of his existence.

At that time, even his lover and children would have to get her permission before coming to see him.

"Songzhi, seriously, if you die in the future, just bury you in my house."

"Let's talk about it when I'm about to die." Jun Matsueda looked at the vaguely visible manor gate. He had never thought about anything so far ahead.

The car stopped at the gate of the mansion. Jun Matsueda got out of the car and together with the driver moved the coffin out of the trunk. It had been lying in the back of the stretch sedan.

"Okay, now you figure out where to bury me. I'm going to prepare to be buried."

Mochizuki Haruka looked at him with wide eyes, "What exactly are you going to do?"

"This is the last part of today." Jun Matsueda opened the lid of the coffin and lay down in it to try it out. It was covered with velvet and was quite comfortable.

"I'll sacrifice myself so you can experience what it's like to bury someone with your own hands."

Sure enough, he did all this just to make himself face reality.

Mochizuki Haruka has always believed that the way many people speak is troublesome and complicated, so vague and subtle that she wants to escape.

Only the person in front of her always reminded her of something direct and naked.

Like breakfast, like death.

So even if his words go against the girl's vision, she will always choose to accept it in the end.

"Can you crawl out first? At least wait for me to choose a place before you lie down in." Mochizuki Haruka smiled inexplicably.

The girl walked on the lawn, followed by Matsueda Jun, and behind them were servants carrying a coffin.

"What do you think of this place?" Mochizuki Haruka stopped, carefully examined the scenery in front of him, turned around and asked Matsueda Jun.

"I think it's okay." Jun Matsueda looked around. This was the grassland to the east of the mansion, with pine forests and hills behind it and a pond in front.

"Then let's go here." The girl nodded. This place was right in front of her room and she could see it by opening the window.

Wangyue Yao waved to the housekeeper in the distance. The old man brought a few shovels and everyone started shoveling the soil.

Ten minutes later, a pit large enough to hold the coffin appeared.

Jun Matsueda lay in the coffin on the grass, and the servants carried him to Haruka Mochizuki.

"Mr. Matsueda is about to be buried. Miss, do you have anything to say to him?" The butler on the side had a solemn expression, as if he was really presiding over a funeral.

The girl opened her mouth and shook her head. She looked at the boy lying in the coffin in silence.

The setting sun had already passed over the roof, and the shadow of the mansion covered the lawn. Songzhijun, with his eyes closed, had a gloomy and pale face, and could not feel the breath of life.

The coffin lid was closed, covering Jun Matsueda's face, and they placed the box, which looked like a sleeping vampire, into the pit.

"According to Mr. Songzhi's instructions before his death, you will be the one to cover the coffin with earth."

Mochizuki Haruka nodded.

Jun Matsueda lay in the dark, feeling the vibration of the soil hitting the wooden board. Considering the girl's strength, the hole they dug was not deep and they could fill it with soil in a few minutes.

The coffin was not sealed, so it remained breathable. Plus, the soil layer was not deep, so even if something unexpected happened, he could get out by himself.

According to Matsueda Jun's idea, Mochizuki Haruka's emotions will definitely fluctuate during this process. Once she calms down, the housekeeper will instruct everyone to dig him out again.

There was no movement on the coffin, and Matsueda Jun began to wait.

five minutes.

ten minutes.

twenty minutes.

Half an hour passed.

What's going on? Matsueda Jun knocked on the coffin, but there was no movement. He pushed the board aside, brushed off the dirt, and climbed out.

The rain started again.

The girl sat by the pond with her back to him.

Jun Matsueda walked over quietly and took a peek at her profile.

It was unclear whether the water on Mochizuki Yao's face was rain or tears.

"Is it really that sad?"

The girl nodded with tears in her eyes, "It's all your fault. You insisted on saying something so that I could experience it myself."

Half an hour ago, Mochizuki Haruka poured soil onto the coffin one shovel at a time. She could no longer see Matsueda Jun's face, but only the pitch-black coffin.

Mochizuki Yao suddenly felt a little angry. Why did he just leave everything behind and even let her bury his coffin?

"Nasty guy."

"I absolutely will not fall in love with you!"

The girl said angrily while shoveling the dirt.

After digging the last handful of dirt, she stuck the shovel into the ground, breathed a sigh of relief, and walked to the pond to rest.

Ripples appeared on the mirror-smooth water surface and it started raining again.

"Pine branches, umbrella—"

Wangyueyao turned around and didn't see the boy holding the umbrella. There was only the soil exposed outside the grass not far away, and a shovel standing there like a tombstone.

"At that moment, I suddenly felt that you were really dead and disappeared from my world just like that."

All those thoughts about you that I had stored in the draft box in my heart seemed to have lost their meaning all of a sudden.

"That's what death is like." Jun Matsueda sighed, took the umbrella handed to him by the butler, and squatted beside the girl.

"Sometimes, some people just disappear from your life like that. It has nothing to do with status or how close or distant they are. You never know when they will appear next time, or maybe they will never appear again."

"Death is relatively good in this situation, because most of the time, it leaves signs, giving you time to think about how to say goodbye to the other person."

"More often than not, the person who left chose to disappear from your world without any warning. Reestablishing contact with them might be even more difficult than death itself."

After all, people will leave some existence behind after death, just like those cemeteries, cherry blossoms, temples, and towers accompanying them, becoming indelible traces in the space of the living.

"Girl, everyone will die one day." Matsueda Jun said this deliberately in a humorous tone.

"I know, memento mori." Mochizuki Haruka said something in Latin. "Instead of dwelling on death, think about what the deceased meant to you and whether there are any unspoken regrets."

Jun Matsueda nodded with satisfaction. After watching so many movies, the girl had learned to draw inferences from one example and teach him.

"Matsueda Jun." Mochizuki Haruka looked at him and called him by his name.

"You never listen to me."

"They never told me what I wanted to hear, but instead kept bringing things I was avoiding to my face and even forced me to open my eyes and show them."

"That's why I hate you."

"I will never fall in love with you!"

After Jun Matsueda came back to life, the girl who buried him said this.

Chapter 103: Fallen Leaves Bring Message

As November approaches, most students at Yuqiu High School have put on their coats. As the weather gets cooler, their enthusiasm actually rises.

The cultural festival is approaching, and Jun Matsueda can always hear students talking about this topic in the corridor.

"What are the Class 1 planning to do for the cultural festival?" Jun Matsueda turned off the projector.

"Fortune-telling house." Mochizuki Haruka turned around, grabbed the back of the sofa and looked at him.

"A fortune-telling house? Will there be a crystal ball?"

"Yes." The girl nodded. "Crystal balls, tarot cards, coffee, all kinds of divination."

"It seems like it will be fun." The two walked out of the unused classroom.

"Let's cancel the next movies for now," said Jun Matsueda.

"Why?" Mochizuki Haruka paused.

"You're the executive committee member, right? I'm also the class leader. Once the preparations for the cultural festival officially begin, we'll all be busy."

"Besides, you haven't been focusing on the movie lately. It can no longer relax you."

This is the main reason.

Although Matsueda Jun had already given Mochizuki Haruka a heads-up through the cemetery and funeral, the effect was ultimately limited. The girl had become noticeably uneasy in the past few days.

"......it is good."

Jun Matsueda returned to Class 2 and Tomatsu Tomoka had just sat down in her seat.

"Matsueda-san, have you been spending time with Mochizuki-san after school lately?"

She had just returned from the wind band when she saw Jun Matsueda and Haruka Mochizuki parting outside the back door of the classroom.

"No, mostly watching the basketball team practice."

That's good. Tomatsu Tomoka felt a little relieved. If Matsueda-san always stayed with the woman next door, she would really feel uneasy.

Although she felt that no one would like a woman like Mochizuki Haruka who had nothing good except her appearance.

"Did our class encounter any problems with the cultural festival?" Jun Matsueda began to pack up the things in the drawer and put the newly acquired biology competition materials into his bag.

The girl shook her head. "No problem. We've already divided up all the work. Some students need to participate in club performances, so we just need to coordinate our schedules."

"Thank you for your hard work." Jun Matsueda nodded, checked the cleaning results of the students on duty, and prepared to leave the classroom.

"Matsueda-san," the girl called out to him. "There will also be a wind band performance at the cultural festival. Will you come and see it?"

He thought for a moment and said, "If I have time, I will probably come." You will never get tired of listening to that kind of soul-stirring performance.

"Then Matsueda-san, be careful on the road~" She smiled at his back.