God's Souvenir

Discuss what kind of experience it is to accidentally discover the trumpet of my lover's social networking site.

This experience is probably that when you are peeping at his trumpet dynamics, your heart suddenly trembles.Involuntarily and profoundly doubted whether his well-hidden trumpet had also been peeped by the other party countless times.

And you will recall the indescribable eyes with unknown emotions when the other party looked at you in the past period of time.

After that, you will start to think about the abnormal behavior of the other party, and try to infer from all the known account records of the other party and even daily words and deeds, when did he first discover your trumpet.

This kind of "expression characteristics after discovering the lover's trumpet" obviously appeared in Mori Ogai and Tsuruhara Himi.

Although Mori Ogai's trumpet is really mediocre, he has basically never spoken.But he likes it.

...although those who like the content are not much to look at.

On the contrary, Tsuruhara Hinami's trumpet was unexpected, and his painting style was very inconsistent with himself.But in the eyes of Mori Ogai, there is a sense of course.

A philosopher complained well.Some people look like dogs on the surface, but you never know if they like Pikachu and Peppa Pig in private.

The boss of "Workshop", Tsuruhara Hiken, seems to be planning a strategy and has a plan, but he has no feelings, but in private, he is actually a willful childish thing, and probably only people who are familiar with him can see the slightest bit.The one who feels the deepest about this is Mori Ogai, the leader of the port mafia who had conflicts with the "Kobo" for many years.

When some bad children who have always pretended to be mature and stable in front of you suddenly find that sometimes being unreasonable is actually more useful.Congratulations, you are not far from being worried about your hairline by the other party.

Once Mensao lets herself go, that is the most bald thing.

If you want to find more bald things, there may be only one thing-that you are wronged in front of him, very wronged.Although the other party never mentions it, and has no habit of overturning old scores at all, you still unconsciously make concessions on non-principle issues because of your wrongdoing.

Therefore, a certain subordinate of Tsuruhara Hinami's belief that the boss's lover is an excellent man who is tolerant, gentle and magnanimous is not a random guess and has no basis.

He Yuan Ri was caught off guard when he saw the trumpet fell off the horse, but he himself didn't care.

After all, no one would have thought that the trumpet of the boss of an international underground organization would be a fashion pusher.Even Tsuruhara Himi himself did not expect this situation.

It started with the Mafia.Every time Himi Tsuruhara, who is still a mafia cadre, needs to report to Mori Omi when he comes back from a mission, he always changes his clothes specially to prevent the smell of blood or alcohol on his body.And the clothes that are replaced are usually only to be thrown away.

As time goes by, the number of times you need to buy new clothes will increase.He bought a lot of new clothes, and forcibly cultivated the extraordinary and refined clothes of Tsuruhara.

Isn't it normal for a young man whose full-time job is the mafia to develop a little hobby occasionally?

Don't you see Zhongye Zhongye's beloved motorcycles and cars, as well as his considerable collection of red wine.

Apart from his preference for collecting noble rot wine, Tsuruhara Hikami's only hobbies that can be called burning money are those valuable private servers in his closet.As for liking the cartoon image that only children would like, noble, glamorous and unpredictable cadres and adults would not admit it.

Pikachu is different, no one doesn't like Pikachu.

As for the origin of the fashion tweeter account, it comes from the private server photos taken by the boss of the "Workshop" every time he meets with the boss of his opponent.In order to prevent myself from wearing the same clothes as last time next time, but I forgot about it.Every time Tsuruhara Hiken would take a photo of the private server that was matched that day, P would lose face and upload it to social networking sites.

Over time, inexplicable.Become a fashion pusher.

This powder is so high that it is confusing.

Losing horses at Mori Ogai is a matter of course - the matching of each private server is so familiar, even a person with long eyes can recognize it.

And when Mori Ogai occasionally opens social networking sites, the first recommended content is a set of extremely familiar private server collocations.The words next to it list the brand of each private server, followed by a confusing number, which fully demonstrates the cool and quiet style of the promoter.

Fans who discuss collocations under the content are as usual guessing what those numbers mean.

Mori Ogai didn't even have to guess, he knew at the first sight that those numbers were the numbers of each piece of clothing.In the cloakroom in the main villa of the pusher, there are numbers on each hanger, and each piece of clothing has a fixed position.For example, the number of the second piece of clothing on the hanger with number A is A-002.

Although the tweeter often can't remember what he wears every time, he remembers the number of each piece of clothing clearly.

Mori Ogai wondered if his account had already been dug out by the other party for countless times, and calmly paid attention.

Sure enough, there was an earth-shattering coughing sound from the bedroom.

It seems that it has been peeped countless times without running away.

The coughing sound from the bedroom sounded depressing and painful.He stood up from the sofa in the living room, walked to the bedroom door and knocked twice: "Hijian-kun, do you need me to help you make sure if you are sick?"

The coughing inside the door stopped, and the people inside were quiet for a moment, then followed his words without hesitation and said, "It seems to be a bit of a headache."

Mori Ogai unscrewed the doorknob and walked into the bedroom, first took a look at the slightly flushed face of the other party, and stretched out his hand to test the temperature of his forehead.Then he skillfully took out the thermometer from the cabinet, threw off the mercury and handed it to Himi Tsuruhara:

"It should be a fever, let's take a temperature first."

Tsuruhara Riri looked as usual, and took the thermometer obediently and put it under his armpit.Unconsciously sitting upright on the bed, he looks like a primary school student.

"I remember that Himi-kun didn't have the habit of kicking the quilt, so what's the reason this time?" Mori Ogai sat down on the side of the bed, looked at his complexion and began to question his soul, "Is it because he didn't wear warm clothes indoors?" , or did you run to the balcony in the middle of the night to blow the cold wind?"

Although it happened to use the illness to divert Mori Ogai's attention from his social network account, but being asked about the cause of illness by the other party with a serious face is not much better than being pickpocketed on the spot.

Tsuruhara Hiken recalled it for a while, and decided to show weakness tactfully: "... probably got up in the middle of the night last night and took a shower? I had an inexplicable nightmare at night and sweated all over, and I couldn't sleep after waking up."

"Nightmare?" Mori Ogai repeated with a questioning tone.

"I saw me in other future lines in my dream, and I was so embarrassed." Higen Tsuruhara was obviously reluctant to mention this, "It's just a "possibility" that has disappeared.Anyway, there is only one me now, and I will never disappear. "

In the dream, the scorched land was under my feet, and there were broken walls and ruins around me.Sitting leaning against the half-collapsed wall, he still had the same long hair, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot.

The future "Tsuruhara Himi" held the "book" that all forces dreamed of, and a long and deep incision was cut obliquely from the chest to the abdomen.The hole was still bleeding out, and his own face was as white as a piece of paper.

He showed a mocking smile: "I didn't win the "book" in the end, and these bastards could only look for this thing outside in the end, ha. "

The page of the "book" was open, and the person holding it dipped blood and wrote a few large characters on it: "Save Mori Ogai."

So the timeline was reset.

However, "Tsuruhara Himi", who got the "book" for the second time, leaned against the wall of the superhuman prison with a tired face.He didn't even look at the subordinate who delivered the "book" to him, nor did he look at the inmates who looked at him tensely.

"Tsuruhara Rijian" said indifferently: "This time is really good. Then stay away from that man, there is nothing wrong with just being yourself."

He wrote down his wishes on the pages of the book.

……

This dream is definitely not a good dream.

Tsuruhara Hiken is not interested in watching himself in those tragic possibilities, let alone knowing how he killed Mr. Mori, or turned against Mr. Mori.

He curled his lips in a subtle way.

Sensing that Tsuruhara Higen was not in a good mood, Mori Ogai sympathetically did not ask.He stopped the topic at this point, asked the other party for a thermometer, and observed the measurement results.

"39.2 degrees Celsius." Holding the thermometer in his hand, Mori Ogai glanced at the worrying guy with a complicated expression, and took out the usual antipyretics from the cabinet without complaint, "Take the antipyretics first, and if the fever still persists, you can take it." You can only try injections."

The movements are extremely proficient, which shows that this kind of situation is not uncommon.

Tsuruhara Himi sat on the bed and watched him busy pouring warm water for himself, and couldn't help saying: "I can reconstruct the immune system by myself..."

Mori Ogai stood in front of him with warm water in his hand, and showed a condescending smile: "Hinami-kun, don't you hurt when you get hurt normally?"

"...I see." The child, who was eager to try to rebuild the immune system to quickly solve the problem of colds, fell silent in an instant, and honestly took the water cup and capsules handed over by the other party.

Threatened to be obedient if he didn't want the injection, Tsuruhara Hiken could only obey Mori Ogai's instructions and lie back on the bed.The forehead was also covered with a cool towel for cooling.

Mori Ogai took a book from the bookshelf and sat on the chair beside the bed, quietly accompanying the sick child with problems, waiting for him to fall asleep.But apparently the problem child didn't just close his eyes and go to sleep so easily. Instead, he kept his eyes open and stared at him who was reading with his head down without blinking.

"Hinen-kun, if you don't want to sleep, do you want to chat with me about the fashion promoter?" Unable to ignore the obvious gaze of the other party, Mori Ogai put down the book and looked over.

The cough sounded again.

He coughed exaggeratedly for a while, Tsuruhara Hiken closed his eyes as if nothing had happened.

Mori Ogai picked up the book again.

"Mr. Mori. I dreamed that you were either dead or you wanted to kill me." After a moment of silence, Tsuruhara Himi's voice suddenly sounded, "If you want to kill me, it's not allowed? It's only possible I killed myself, if you were the one who wanted to kill me—"

His words were blocked by two fingers.

Mori Ogai stretched out his right hand, pressed his lips with closed index and middle fingers, and stopped him from continuing to speak: "Hinami-kun, it's just a nightmare. Even if it was a "possibility" that happened in the future, it seems that it is impossible now. It is no longer possible. "

"—So, now close your eyes and sleep quietly. If you don't want to sleep, I don't mind giving you a fever-reducing injection right now."

The person who was forbidden to speak blinked and closed it obediently.

——So the topic of the trumpet on the social networking site was successfully bluffed by the other party through being sick.