king of yokohama

Mori Ogai had actually met his little Nobuko a long time ago.

At that time, Xiaoxinzi was not called Huatrafeng or Yahuaxinzi, and it had no name yet, and was called "baby, baby" by the mother who had been expecting its arrival for a long time.

The seven-month-old fetus seems to have its own likes and dislikes.He looked at Simiko's frighteningly large belly, and in the expectant eyes of his younger sister exuding maternal brilliance, he greeted the child in the belly through a layer of soft clothes and warm flesh, perhaps making it sleepy, Sen Ogai felt strangely that the unborn child kicked the place where he was stroking.

"This child is destined for me."

At that time, he had just returned from studying in Germany, and he felt that having multiple nieces was not a troublesome thing. Seeing the weak sister who was abnormally pregnant after pregnancy, he glanced at Makoto Yahana without leaving a trace, and said lightly.

"If a girl is born, if something happens in the future, just let her come to me."

Unexpectedly, the word became a prophecy.

The seven-year-old girl was wearing a baseball cap and dressed as a little boy, but for a moment he didn't recognize that she was the missing niece mentioned in the information about the massacre of the Yahua family that he had received a few days ago.

The little girl has the attitude of a newborn calf not afraid of tigers. She is obviously at the age of being soaked in a honeypot and spoiled by her parents as a little princess, but she has acquired a hostility from somewhere, and her every move is full of shame. Vigorous, the end is wild and unruly.

Unlike the well-behaved and obedient Kimiko since she was a child, and the well-behaved Yaka Makoto, she looks like him who left home to work hard in the early years.

So is the appearance, so is the color of the eyes, and so is the temper.

This made Mori Ogai fulfill his promise, and against the pressure to adopt and protect the little girl amidst the endless assassinations of the Pengele Mafia.

A protection is 20 years.

Mori Ogai himself didn't know when his feelings for the little girl he raised as a cute little pet began to deteriorate.

Just like a certain plot in "The Tale of Genji", it is a very pleasant thing to create your own little girl, and Mori Ogai is no exception, but he prefers the kind of blurred boundaries and natural transitions. The way of getting along is not as simple and rude as Guangyuan's treatment of Zi Ji in the book.

He could see the rebelliousness in Hua Xinfeng's core, he could see that her mouth was hard and her heart was soft, but he just liked to watch his little girl vigilantly testing his tolerance for her like a cat, carefully groping for his The bottom line is to choose to approach or stay away.

Tsundere and ostentatious, but without loss of proportion, he is about to fall into his sweet trap, but for some reason he can stand still, and always surprise him when he thinks he has tamed this little pet. This contrast hits the spot Made him cute.

When was the first time you held her little hand, when was the first time you hugged her soft body, when was the first time you fed her cake, when was the first time you changed into a small dress for her When, when was the first time you helped her comb her hair?

When was the first time you gave her a lap pillow, when was the first time you coaxed her to sleep when she had a nightmare, when was the first time she ate sweets when she lost her teeth, when was the first time you kissed her face to face When, when was the first time I saw her act like a baby, when was the first time I saw her jealous, when was the first time I saw her angry...

Xiaoxinzi brought him too many firsts, he thought he didn't remember, but he casually flipped through his memories, and there were scenes of the little girl who was as arrogant as a queen ordering him to come and kiss her.

"Unshaven is very annoying."

To be so cute whining and then pushed away.

"Come here, and give you some incense."

A child's face cream with a milky smell was squeezed into the pinkish white palm, and the delicate little hands held his cheeks and spread it evenly on the entire face.She is the only one who can make the powerful doctor in the other world look indulgent and let others do anything wrong on his face.

As a decisive person like Mori Ogai, after a whole day of work, he returns home wearing stars and moonlight, and seeing the little girl who is holding on and refuses to sleep, rubbing her eyes and yawning, it is not unreasonable. Very gentle.

"Are you waiting for Dad to come back to sleep with you?"

He maliciously exposed her arrogant nature.

"No! You go away!"

The little girl whose face was flushed in an instant scolded forcefully.

"But if you sleep alone, Dad will have nightmares."

He only put on a tired and disappointed expression, and the soft-hearted little girl obediently compromised.

"Okay, I'll sleep with you for a while."

She hesitated, lifted a corner of the quilt, moved around, and patted the place beside her to signal him to come up. The aroma of orange-flavored body wash permeated his body and mind.

Little Letter is a treasure in the whole world.

Mori Ogai gradually realized this.

When staying with Xiao Xinzi, he always makes him forget that he is already an adult, and the childishness and childlike innocence of those little boys all pop up in front of her, but he doesn't have to worry about his other side scaring her .

"Dad, don't you feel pain?"

The little girl who was sleeping with her back turned to him in a baby-like curled up posture keenly smelled the smell of blood, turned around again, lightly touched the bandage wrapped around his shoulder, and raised her eyes to meet his. Eye.

The little girl who is so slow in her sense of pain and often doesn't even feel her own injuries, actually cares about the pain of other people's injuries.

"Xiao Xinzi's Huhu will not hurt anymore."

He is used to forbearance, thinking that it will not hurt until the wound is scarred. He no longer can cry out pain anytime and anywhere to seek attention like a child, and he just uses his strength to bear the burden of age.

If she hadn't asked like this, he would have almost forgotten, and he would also be in pain.

"Stupid dad."

In the warm bed, the girl complained softly, but she still gave him a smack, the aroma of orange-flavored toothpaste overflowing.

He took advantage of the situation to hug her, and wrapped the petite girl in his arms, which was full of fragrant jade.

"Papa Ogai, why do you always like to hug me?"

After such a fuss, the little girl who was more than half sleepy couldn't help asking.

"Holding you will make me feel that the world has weight."

It's just a little bit big, light, but extremely heavy.

"Okay, you think I'm heavy!"

She gritted her teeth, if she hadn't thought that he was injured, she would have jumped at him like a little lion.

Sure enough, no matter what age group of female creatures, you can't bring up the taboo topic of weight.

"Go to sleep."

Helplessly, he patted her on the back and coaxed her softly.

The girl's gentle body fragrance lingers around and infects him, as if it penetrates deep into the bone marrow, making it irresistible.He had obviously never had the experience of holding such a little girl to sleep, but he seemed to have practiced it countless times, and soon Xiao Xinzi fell asleep peacefully with his arm on his head.

And that night, Mori Ogai stared at Hana Tradewind's sleeping face, without sleep all night.

Something that cannot be seen is taking root and sprouting.

Later, Mori Ogai watched the girl grow up day by day, becoming more and more rebellious, confident and flamboyant, dazzling like a flame, but his eyes could not be taken away from her gradually, he knew it was time to make a choice up.

If he took a step forward, he would be doomed, how could he implicate her.

His choice is helpless, not pure-hearted and ascetic, but too fearful, fearing the unbearable consequences of violating social morality.There are too many things in this world that bind him, telling him what is right and what is wrong,

So he walked on the edge of immorality step by step, and buried that love in his heart - he didn't want Xiaoxinzi to be looked at strangely by the world because of his spoiled love, and he didn't want her to be hurt because of it.

He still couldn't help retaining his love for her in his heart, suppressing those despicable thoughts from coming out, but she still came to tease him without knowing what to do.

"Dad, what's the difference between boys and girls?"

A new question arose after a mission. The curious little girl ran to his office and pestered him to ask questions, wanting to know the answer to the question.

"Boys and girls are of course different."

He took the opportunity to give her a lesson on physiology, and he easily passed the question, but he was a little embarrassed and uncomfortable in his heart.

The thought of his little girl being taken away by another man made him burn with anger.

Among the various human emotions, love and jealousy are the most confusing. For a while, Mori Ogai couldn't tell whether this was an episode of possessiveness or something else.

He also thought about what kind of person his future partner would be and what his ideal type would be like.But I didn't expect it to be carried on a little girl who didn't understand anything.

This girl always has a kind of cruel innocence, she treats others indifferently, but only shows her soft and fragile belly to him like a small animal, she will understand and care for him when he is hurt, she never thinks of leaving, she promises and even does it Be with him and never betray.

Especially this little girl who he watched growing up, he knew every detail and every little trouble in her growth process, he controlled the formation of her three views, he explored the mystery of her thoughts, and her cute little Temper arises because of him...

Any man who has such a little girl in his life can only throw away his armor.

With the existence of Huaxinfeng, love seeped into his body bit by bit, and became an indispensable part of his soul.

Mori Ogai wanted to let go of this unethical relationship, but he couldn't.

He was worried that the girl who was covered by the net that he had spent many years weaving had struggled to cut the net and would not be able to live, so he dragged on like this, dragging on and on, until she was 12 years old, and finally made an end.

But when he let down his vigilance, he confided to Alice, somehow his little girl knew about it.The sluggish little girl regained her strength and approached him with all her teeth and claws, but she couldn't be driven away.

"Come here, I command you to kiss me!"

Seeing that he is still deliberately alienating her, the girl who has grown up physically has tears in her eyelashes, the girl's crisp voice is full of tears, it sounds extremely wronged, and her heart is as fragile as a seven-year-old girl .

"Mori Ogai! Will you listen to me?!"

Seeing him standing there indifferent, the little girl, who knew nothing about his complicated mood, was angry and anxious, ran over, jumped up and grabbed his collar, forcing him to bend down and look down into her moist eyes.

"Papa Ogai," her tears stained his skirt, deepening the blackness there, "I know you love me, but you don't want to admit it, I have never, never expected too much... .”

He couldn't help reaching out and hugging her back.

The girl's body trembled violently, she bit his shoulder as if venting her anger, blinked her eyes, a hot tear fell on his neck, as if it was burning in his heart.

"I really thought that I did something wrong to make you unhappy."

"Or, I am no longer a little girl, and you gave your love to other girls and stopped loving me..."

"But, I clearly see that you cherish that photo very much..."

Her voice was muffled and choked, but he could hear it clearly.

"Perhaps others think that you treat me the same as before, but I feel that your attitude towards me has changed. Although you were good to me before and you are still good to me now, I just know that you are different from before."

"Why is that? Papa Ogai."

Mori Ogai did not answer.

Mori Ogai stared blankly at the torn and carefully pasted photo.

In the photo, the little girl was standing in a sea of ​​blue and purple cornflowers, her long silver hair and skirt fluttering.

The smiling eyebrows and eyes are full of his figure.

"Nobuko..."

Now, he can only caress the photo and sigh softly.

"Thank you, Nobuko."

This was something that the man was unable to say because of his shyness back then.

"no need thank me?"

But there was no girl with silver hair and red eyes chasing him casually and asking why.

"Thank you... for having the courage to approach me."

If he felt something, Mori Ogai raised his hand and touched his cheek, where the tears were icy cold.