king of yokohama

You have experienced the real brutality of the mafia world.

It was too easy for you to live under the protection of Mori Ogai before that.

It wasn't until you really got out of his protective circle that you realized that what you thought was powerful was actually vulnerable. When the enemy uses tricks and tricks, add a little bit of the person you care about the most, and you will be dazzled by hatred and make a fool of yourself. Knowingly irrational things.

This weakness is fatal, luckily you still have a chance to make up for it.It's just that you don't know how to face Mori Ogai, he told you a long time ago that hatred is only the nourishment for growth, don't let it influence your life.

And those skills and means that you didn't force you to learn when you didn't want to learn when you were a child, which were exclusively used by women to deal with men, saved your life this time.

After recovering from the injury for a full month, you finally got out of the bandage-wrapped mummy state, sitting on the hospital bed with your back against the head of the bed, looking down at a book, a book about the story between a father and his daughter book of.

The name is "Sweet Room", and the root of the world, which is always busy, sends a sympathy gift that disappears.

After reading the last page, the book gradually becomes transparent in your hands and finally disappears completely.You look sideways at the sky outside the window where the dark clouds have covered at some point, recalling the contents of the book——according to the source of the world, it was written by the biological daughter of a writer, Mori Ogai, who is a great writer in the world Book.

"What are you thinking about?"

A familiar low voice suddenly sounded in your ear, you didn't feel vigilant because the other person walked to the bedside and you didn't notice it, you just stared at the puddles formed by the raindrops that jumped from the clouds and committed suicide , flashing bright reflections, "I wonder if it will be sunny tomorrow."

After a rainstorm, the sky has been clear ever since.

The people around him stopped talking.You turn your head to look at him, just in time to meet the eyes he has been looking at you, and realize that after all these years, you still can't understand him.

"Where's Miss Hongye?" You asked.In fact, if you hadn't been considerate of the other party's every detail when you were seriously injured, you would never have talked to him so peacefully.

You kind of hate yourself who is easily moved by details, but you are such a sensitive and stubborn person.

"The organization has just been injected with new blood, and Hongye-kun is busy." Mori Ogai added a few faint lines to the corners of his eyes, which did not look old, and the charm of a mature man was hidden in it.

He is always very calm when he speaks, and you find that you have never seen his mood swings like great sorrow and joy. This may be the leadership style you have not learned yet.

"Oh." You answered to express your understanding, and then asked, "Did the other murderer be caught?" This is the first time you have asked this question since you were recovering from your injuries, although you have been in a coma for half a month after recovering from your injuries.

A top supernatural being in Huaguo once said that it is advisable to chase down the poor with the remaining bravery, and not to be known as the overlord.Yahuayong and the others wanted to use torture to make you submit, but you endured it. Now that you have almost recovered your blood, you have to kill the remaining enemies.The enemy's desperate fight is often the most vicious.

"By the time Nakaya-kun arrived, Rei Amano had already left." The smile on Mori Ogai's lips faded, and his purple eyes shone slightly, "They will pay the price." But not now.

It's not that the time has not come.You understand what he said, and you also understand his practice of concealing that you were hurt by Vongola's people within the port mafia, and you don't feel wronged.In fact, the way he came to explain to you in person has already exceeded your expectations.

Your depressed mood caused by the loss of the battle and the broken bones on your body that have not fully healed has been relieved a little, and you have not put on an expression of bitterness and hatred.In the future, if there is revenge and revenge, there will be resentment and resentment. If there is no chance, just take it as a profound lesson, and self-destruction is useless.

"It would be best for Nobuko to understand." Mori Ogai smiled, reaching out to pat your head as naturally as he did when he was a child.

You restrained the rigidity of your body, lowered your eyes slightly, and prevented him from seeing the expression in your eyes, "Since you don't want to lose your life, why did you follow the wishes of the people behind the scenes and expand the scale of the Dragon Head War?"

Mori Ogai asked, "Does Nobuko know what war is?"

You replied without thinking, "War is what makes the majority die and protects the interests of the few."

"No. It is war to let a few people die and protect the stability of the majority." His slender fingers slid down the hair on your forehead, brushed away a strand of silver hair, and saw the hair on your cheek The faint scar was touched lovingly.

You were thinking about Mori Ogai's words, and you let him succeed without paying attention for a while, so you raised your hand and grabbed his wrist.The strength is not strong, it is limp, and your ability has not recovered due to the effect of the medicine.

"Father." You emphasized your tone, with a hint of reminder or warning.You think you have reached a consensus on some things, you don't like him treating you like a lover, you have grown up.

"My little Nobuko has always been a good girl." As if he didn't hear what you said, Ogai Mori gently held your hand instead, not looking into your eyes, and staring down at you who just took off the bandage not long ago , Fingertips that have grown new nails, "Dazai said something to you, right?"

You pursed your lips and remained silent.

You know that Dazai's force value is not enough to support him to come to you unscathed. After discovering that you are missing, it is reasonable for Chuya and Dazai to rescue you together. , in fact, China also contributes more.

You don't care about that, whoever finds you first, you will accept his favor, and if there is anything Dazai can help in the future, you will definitely help.But now, you can't speak for Dazai, Mori Ogai is already afraid of him enough.

As if he guessed what you were thinking, the leader with black hair and red eyes smiled lightly and didn't ask any more questions.The newly grown nail powder on your fingertips is tender, translucent and exquisite.He seemed to be a little bit fond of it, preferring the soft pink and white of cherry blossom petals to the coquettish bright red of rose petals, and kept secretly playing with them.

"Don't worry me, okay?" Seeing that you were about to explode, Mori Ogai let go of his hand, and patted you on the head again like teasing a cat.

Since he came to power, he has been burdened with few doubts and infamy. No matter how long the hands of the world are, no matter how fast the mouth moves, they are still not as sharp as his scalpel.

It's just that if you dance on the tip of the knife for a long time, you will die on the tip of the knife one day.He does, but he doesn't want you to do the same.

"Understood." Not knowing what to say, you answered vaguely.You are not untouched by the other party's dedication to teaching and protecting you over the years.

"It's not enough just to know, you have to do it." Mori Ogai, who watched you grow from a little peas to a handsome girl, didn't know that you were perfunctory him, and said angrily.

"No matter what happens, you are my favorite child." Since you are an injured patient, he just squeezed your fingers dissatisfied, with a look of loss.

Beloved... how dare he say it.You are suddenly stung.

"I don't care for your favor!" You withdrew your hand from his hand, retracted into the bed, covered your head with the quilt and said dully, regardless of whether the other party could hear what you were saying clearly, acting like a An ordinary girl in the rebellious period of youth.

"Nobuko..." Mori Ogai was stunned.

"Don't call me Xinzi. Call me Xinjun. Just treat me as a capable subordinate. I can't afford your favor." You deliberately spoke in a sly manner to cover up your momentary gaffe.

"Okay, Xinjun." Mori Ogai reluctantly compromised, obviously having a lot of experience in getting along with little girls who lose their temper for no reason, and coaxed, "It's easy to lack oxygen if you keep your head covered, come out."

"I'll come out when you go."

"...Come on. Can I take back what I just said?" Finally realizing which two words stepped on your thunder, Mori Ogai raised his forehead.

"No!" You stand firm.

"Then I'll come to see you tomorrow." Mori Ogai couldn't do such a thing as forcing you to lift the quilt of a patient, so he had no choice but to comply with your wishes, "Have a good rest." By the way, I will also help you kindly Twisted the corner of the quilt.

With a "click", the lights in the room were turned off.After escaping like an ostrich for a while, you are sure that the people outside the quilt have left before poking your head out of the quilt to breathe. The hospital ward smells like disinfectant.

"You know how to fool me with tenderness..." you muttered to yourself.

In the darkness, you closed your eyes and let a drop of tear fall from the corner of your eye, sinking into your silver-white hair, leaving only a little wetness.

In a way, Mori Ogai's cultivation plan was successful.It's just that over the years, that unspeakable feeling has become the most insignificant part between you and him.

What men like to say when they cry, one act for the common people, one act for the beauty.And your tears, more often, are only for him.

You let go of some people and things that passed away because of him on the surface, but you will never forget the harm he caused you in your heart.

"...Miss, are you... are your eyes sweating?" Osamu Dazai asked cautiously to avoid being beaten to death by you, who was very likely to become angry.

In less than a minute of feeling sad, you sit up in shock in your dying illness, look at the boy who just came in through the window of your ward with a blank face, weigh the gains and losses in your heart, and then find out in frustration that you really can't kill his mouth. .

"... If you dare to say it, you will die." You lay back on the bed with a "slap" of self-sacrifice, listening to the creaking sound of the hospital bed.Well, you have grown a lot this month.

"Dazai, do you think I'm weak?" You couldn't help but find a mental trash can to vent your negative energy.

Faced with this question, Osamu Dazai was unexpectedly serious, and told you very seriously, "Strength is worthy of praise, and weakness is not sinful."

This makes sense.You are a little surprised that the other party would say such a thing, and you thought he would interrupt or give you chicken soup.

"Thank you for your enlightenment." Didn't Dazai get transferred?You raised your eyebrows, slapped your unreliable guesses away, and thanked you.

But what is this guy looking for you through the window in the middle of the night?

"Ashamed."

You suspect that you are hallucinating.

Can you see that the person opposite is really ashamed as he said, not just being humble. Can a thick-skinned person like Osamu Dazai know how to be humble?

...Sure enough, this Dazai was transferred.