king of yokohama

Xinzi's goal was achieved.

She doesn't want him to regret it, as long as he suddenly thinks about it one day in the future, and then suddenly realizes what precious things he has lost, her goal will be achieved.

It is difficult for people who know a little bit about Mori Ogai to imagine that Mori Ogai, who seems to be planning to live a lifetime with his humanoid abilities, will also fall in love with someone.

What he loves is none other than the successor he cultivated to be the leader of the port mafia.

But when you think about it carefully, it makes people feel that it couldn't be more normal.

"You love me, are you going to destroy me? Papa Ogai?"

The grown-up girl's eyes were slightly cold, and the appearance of standing with a knife suddenly reminded me of the scene when Mori Ogai was in power.It's all usurpation, it's all treason.Karma reincarnation, retribution unhappy.

Judging from the results, Mori Ogai's education was a failure, and in the long run, his education was successful, because until the last moment of his life, Hana Tradewind was still adhering to his ideal and will to protect Yokohama.

In any case, he never had the idea of ​​destroying her, and was even willing to let go for her, betraying his own heart.But just as Hua Xinfeng questioned, what his love brought her was destruction.

They were so close once, why did they come to this point?

Mori Ogai still couldn't figure it out until he personally put down a bunch of emerald green holly and a handful of blooming heather in front of Hana Tradewind's cloak mound.

On the day when Hakuyama Yoshimitsu was given to Nobuko as a birthday present, he originally thought that he might get her delicate thank you, but instead he got an awkward kiss.

That fleeting, childish kiss made his mind turbulent like rain.

Her superficial pecks are more touching than the passionate, bold and skillful kisses of those lovers he has raised.

To be honest, at that time, his complexion was normal, but he didn't know what to do in his heart. The light orange sweet fragrance in her smooth silver hair invaded his whole breath, constantly eroding his willpower, and made him want to touch her. Touch her more.

Fortunately, Xiao Xinzi ran over with a smile on his face.Although I don't understand many things, I instinctively feel that kissing others is a shy thing. The reddish cheeks are so cute that people want to go over and bite them.

Of course Mori Ogai is not a fledgling. The normal needs of a man make him have physical/physical communication with women on a regular basis, but because of some romantic factors in his bones, he has never kissed other women before.It's just that he often has the thought of kissing the little girl he raised with his own hands.

Opportunities like this will come quickly.

That time, it happened on the night when Nobuko returned to Yokohama after his second trip to Ikebukuro to investigate the demon sword crime song.

He admitted that he had a premeditated plan, and he also knew that if this progress was too fast, Nobuko might feel something was wrong and run away, but he couldn't control that much anymore.If he didn't do anything to her, he would definitely die, and he would die if the raging love could not be relieved.

He stared at the silver-haired girl imprisoned in his arms, as if he wanted to swallow her skin and bones, but he wanted to put a veil of tenderness on his behavior, so as to confuse the prey and make the other party uneasy. As for fleeing in fear.

He looked down at her lips, thinking that these lips are really beautiful, rich and plump, and have a good shape.

That bright red is like an addictive/addictive and suffocating poppy flower.

As if sent by a ghost, he slowly approached the flower.

The hateful silver-haired girl who provoked his desire/fire didn't know anything about it, as if a high-ranking god ruled the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of mortals, so that mortals with despicable hearts wanted to stain her robe corners, so they used sweet words and The eyes full of love lured her to step down from the altar, and watched her fall into the filthy world.

The feelings that swelled to a qualitative change were on the verge of breaking out, but when he looked up at the girl's eyes, Mori Ogai's heart softened again.

It's not someone else.

This is his little letter.

He couldn't hurt her, he only cared about his own desires.

"Nobuko, I'm sorry."

He finally let go of the scorching golden fire.

Mori Ogai knew that after letting go this time, he would never have another chance.

The fire of that day shone upon him, and the fire of today burns him.

It is said that after a person dies, the soul can stay in this world for seven days, but ghosts can stay in this world with their obsession.

Mori Ogai hoped that Nobuko would hate him, and stay by his side even if he turned into a ghost; he didn't want Nobuko to hate him, so that he would entangle with him even if he gave up the chance to become a Buddha.

His heart is so conflicted.

he has always been so contradictory

The night before Xiaoxinzi's 12th birthday, he held her in his arms and told her over and over again the love that he could never express from now on. one day.

When I dreamed back at midnight, I went back to that day——

"Nobuko, I love you." He clung to the girl's hand, staring seriously into her slightly dazed eyes.

After finishing speaking, he still felt that it was not enough, so he said, "Xinzi, I really, really love you."

The girl was eating sweets on her own, but when she was suddenly held by the hand and confessed, a trace of surprise appeared on her childish face.She licked the cream on the corners of her lips, her eyes flickered, in order to hide her embarrassment, she pretended to be chic and casual, "I love you too." But she didn't dare to look at him.

"I love you." Dissatisfied with her perfunctory attitude, he raised his hand and pinched her bulging cheek like a little hamster when she was eating cake, and repeated stubbornly.

"...I love you too." The little girl's fair cheeks blushed, she slapped his hand away with creamy hands, turned her head away, and replied in a low voice.After the heat on his face dissipated, he turned to look at him, "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

"I really love you, and only you." His voice was aggrieved.A big man, acting coquettishly can make the listeners find him cute.

"Got it~" She elongated the ending to coax him, then smiled slyly, raised her hands to hold his face, and covered his face with cream.

He didn't hide either, and looked fondly at the little girl who had rarely succeeded in pranking her, lying on the table and laughing.

He thought, if God gave him another 20 years, at least it would be enough for him to grow up with Xinzi.

A girl's 12 years old seems to be a critical point.Emotions were smashed to pieces in front of reason, leaving only a ridiculous appearance.

"Mori Ogai!!"

The little girl after the age of 12 lay on the cold door and kept beating on the door that was closed to her.

"You fucking... how dare you do this to me..."

She choked up uncontrollably.

He listened to the crying from outside through the door, his heart seemed to be squeezed into a ball, his clenched hand loosened, and he held the doorknob tightly, only a little downward force could convey the compromise, but he forcibly restrained himself.

Every time he wakes up from such a dream, Mori Ogai will hate himself for not opening the closed door according to his will.

How helpless was the girl outside the door who was slowly squatting against the door, curled up and cried with her knees hugged?

On the day Nobuko died, it rained golden.

A red-haired woman was wearing a slightly old black kimono, holding a scarlet Tang umbrella, walking through the streets and alleys of Yokohama, seemingly aimless, just looking for someone to stay behind. traces of the past.

The freshness of rain wafted in the hot and dry air.

The rain lasted for a full month, soaking into every inch of Yokohama, Ozaki Momiji still felt that the rain had not stopped, as if it had soaked her soul.

The ridiculous thing is that the one who paid the heaviest price was not Pengel, who deserved what he deserved, nor Yokohama, who initiated the war, but the person she had long regarded as her own daughter——

A girl who shoulders all the responsibilities of war and the weight of her life on her own.

When Koye Ozaki thought of that scene that day, his whole heart seemed to be grabbed by an invisible big hand.She traveled all over Yokohama, but she couldn't find a trace of Nobuko's life, as if this person had never appeared in this city.

She didn't want to explore the meaning of Nobuko's last words, how Nobuko managed to bring innocent people involved in the war back to life, that's what the Supernatural Secret Service Division has been doing.

She just wants to keep herself from forgetting, just like everyone else, whose memory about Nobuko is gradually erased by unknown existence.

"Where's Nobuko?"

"Who is Nobuko?"

"..."

Ozaki Momiji didn't want to do that.

If even the people around Nobuko had forgotten her, then she would have died in the true sense.

Before I knew it, I walked back to the Port Mafia building.Although I really don't want to admit it, this is the place where Nobuko's traces are less faint.

It was at Mori Ogai who returned to the position of leader as he wished.

Koyo Ozaki pushed the door open and entered.

I was seeing the middle-aged man, who had already turned frost on his temples in just a few months, flipping the photo in his hand and putting it on the table, with a calm smile on his face.

"Mr. Hongye?"

Confused and surprised tone.

Koyo Ozaki took a deep look at the other party.

She knew that the bereaved man had never given up any chance of bringing Nobuko back to life.But no matter how remorseful and painful Mori Ogai behaved, she did not sympathize with him.

She just felt sorry for Nobuko.

The culprit who drove Nobuko to death was apparently the Yokohama public opinion survey questionnaire by Vongola, but in fact, it was Mori Ogai, who knew the lifeblood of Nobuko best.

Mori Ogai had to wait until the tragedy happened to him before he regretted not leaving any room for himself and Nobuko.As long as the person who died was not Nobuko, Mori Ogai would never reflect on how close his probing actions had driven Nobuko to the cliff.

Even when he helped Nobuko get rid of his weaknesses that time, Nobuko's obedience and obedience afterwards made Mori Ogai feel a little secretly proud for a while.

But I didn't expect that the last time I did this, it became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Very similar to Osamu Dazai, Nobuko Yahana has always been a seven-year-old girl. She doesn't have much nostalgia for this world. The reason why she struggles to survive is entirely because she is really reluctant to leave the person who loves her deeply.

She was afraid that her death would make those around her sad.

But as a father, perhaps in the eyes of Mori Ogai, Hana Tradewind is his child, and everything he does is for her good.Nobuko is the heir to the leader of the port mafia he cultivated by himself. He taught her, raised her, protected her, and even eradicated all weaknesses that were not conducive to her growth, all because of love.

However, he ignored the fact that there is a limit to what people can bear.

As a blood-linked relative, Nobuko had no way to kill his adoptive father, which instead caused him to be confident and always think that things would not go to the worst step.

He couldn't feel Xinzi's fear, he couldn't hear Xinzi's cry, he turned a blind eye to Xinzi's tears, as he said, everything about her was shaped by him.

Doesn't Mori Ogai love flower trade winds?

no.

It's just that he doesn't know that he has never asked for Xinzi's will, and he thinks that his love will really drive a living person to death.

"Stop doing these useless things." Koyo Ozaki sighed with downcast eyes, "Earl D said that Nobuko herself didn't want to come to this world again."

Nobuko must be very disappointed with them.

Even if Mori Ogai succeeds in the sacrifice by luck, she is unwilling to return to this city that betrayed her.

Thinking of this, Koye Ozaki's disappointed tone carried some self-deprecating and sarcasm, pointing out those self-deceiving things:

"You sacrificed Nobuko for Yokohama before, but now you want to sacrifice Yokohama for Nobuko..."

Mori Ogai remained silent until Koyo Ozaki left, still not saying a word.

He didn't know that although what the other party said was ugly, it was indeed the truth.

He just didn't want to accept that fact.

The person closest to him in the world died...

The little girl he raised with his own hands, who would smile slyly and call him Papa Ogai was dead!

Just like that, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he committed suicide and died.

Mori Ogai leaned back on the back of the chair, looked up at the glaring ceiling, was stunned for a while, then covered his face with his hands, the corners of his eyes were slightly sour, and said to himself:

"Nobuko..."

"My little letter..."

"It seems that I really lost it..."