After the Hong Kong black hat stand appeared

214.

Mr. Nakaya took me all the way in the car, first circled the city center, and then took me straight to a nearby park.

This park is some distance away from the city center, and there is a half-height hill inside. Grandpa often took me here to play on weekends.

Don't know if that has changed now.

215.

With the previous experience, now I choose to hug Mr. Nakaya's waist honestly.

After all, no one wants to fly out and have their head bruised.

I half-closed my eyes to enjoy the sea breeze in Yokohama, and sat on the back seat of the motorcycle with peace of mind.

I don't know if it's my illusion, but I always feel that I am sitting on the locomotive more stably now than in the morning.

It was as if I had gained a few pounds for no reason.

and many more.

I suddenly thought of something and opened my eyes.

It should not be said that it is for no reason.

After all, the delicacies for lunch really went into my stomach.

I fell into deep thought.

So how much did I eat for lunch?

I had to rely on Mr. Nakaya to sit still in the morning, but now I can sit still by myself.

Suddenly there is a sense of guilt.

That feeling of guilt after losing weight for a day and then immediately binge eating.

Thinking of this, I let go of my hand silently.

Or let me grieve alone.

However, I did not autistically succeed.

Because the second I let go, I felt instantly lighter, as if I was about to be blown away by the wind.

Overwhelmed with shock, I immediately hugged Mr. Chuya's waist tightly.

No, is Mr. Nakaya one of my weight adjusters? ?

If I touch him, I will become heavier, and if I don't touch him, I will become a paper man? ? ?

Ok?

Is this another strange buff?

Could it be that I was cursed by a magical creature before I left Namorimachi, so that I have to hold hands with Mr. Nakaya for the rest of my life in order to be able to stand on this land properly.

I rejected this conjecture blankly.

He is a magical creature that can make Ah Gang explode and run in front of everyone every morning!

How can such a magical creature stick to such a harmless curse for me?

If you want to mess with him, you will make a big deal!

For example, if you eat matcha ice cream, you will become bald or something.

Thinking of this, I suddenly shivered.

Well, it's better not to talk nonsense, it would be bad if the magical creature did.

216.

Maybe because it is a working day, there are no people in the park today.

Mr. Nakaya rode directly up the hillside.

That's right, he rushed straight up without giving me any room to react.

I can only silently take back the jiojio that stretched out.

Ben, I was going to get out of the car.

217.

Mr. Nakaya parked the motorcycle under a nearby tree.

I took a few steps forward to the edge of the hill.

From here, you can overlook the urban area in the distance, including the iconic Ferris wheel and the place where Mr. Nakaya works.

The five black-painted buildings stood there, looking a bit out of tune with the painting style of the whole city.

"Speaking of which, the place where Mr. Chuya works really looks amazing."

Mr. Nakaya didn't seem to expect that I would suddenly bring up this topic. His movements froze for a moment, then he walked up to me and replied casually: "Huh? Why do you think so?"

I show him my finger.

"Look, only the building of the port logistics company is so conspicuous, and it's the first time I've seen such a dark office building!"

I rubbed my chin and said with emotion: "Even the glass is so dark, if you don't know, you might think that something shady is going on inside."

I turned my head to look at Mr. Nakaya, but unexpectedly found that the expression on his face was inexplicably stiff, and he also began to panic.

Ok?

Did I say something?

"Our company is a serious and conscientious enterprise!"

Mr. Nakaya suddenly said this sentence in a straight voice, his voice was so loud that he seemed worried that I would not be able to hear clearly.

Hmm, Mr. Chuya looks very nervous.

He swallowed, his eyes fixed on my every move.

It seems that this topic is very sensitive to Mr. Chuya.

"Oh! A conscientious enterprise!"

I held out my thumb, and gave Mr. Chuya a firm look at the same time.

However, Mr. Nakaya still stared at me nervously for a while before turning his gaze away.

After all, it was the company where my grandfather worked. Even though he left in the end, I still believe it must be a serious company.

I believe in the vision of my grandfather and Mr. Chuya.

Even Dazai, who likes to pull people to die for love, belongs to this company.

218.

Mr. Nakaya pulled me to sit on the bench on the top of the mountain, and pointed out to me the changes in Yokohama in recent years.

"Ah, the big pit at the time is now called Radium Bowl Street?"

Following Mr. Chuya's words, I focused my sight on the densely packed small houses.

No, maybe it can't be called a house.

Those leaning together are just the simplest shelter.

I really can't imagine what other functions they can serve other than shelter from the wind and rain.

Mr. Nakaya hummed lightly, and then asked, "Were you young when that accident happened?"

I leaned back and relaxed on the back of the chair and replied casually: "Yes, I was just born at that time. Grandpa told me these things."

"But having said that, it is not easy to rebuild that place."

It feels like an infrastructure game.

From scratch, from barren and barren to endless.

I didn't witness how the land recovered after experiencing a huge trauma, so I was naturally in awe of such things in my heart.

However, Mr. Nakaya curled his lips and said indifferently: "It's just a group of people who have no place to stay gathered together."

"Land of Light couldn't tolerate them, so they ran out in a swarm and created their own world there."

Um, Mr. Nakaya has such a low opinion of it?

But to be honest, I kind of want to see it.

#Today is also on the verge of death#

As soon as I had this rather unreliable idea, Mr. Chuya turned around as if he could read minds.

He squeezed the canned coffee he had drunk into a twisted metal ball, then threw it into the trash can beside him.

"You don't even think about going to that kind of place out of curiosity."

The sun has gradually set, and the orange-red sunset glow is smudged in large areas, which looks as beautiful as the color of Mr. Nakaya's hair.

He got up and faced me, with a golden sunset behind him.

"It's a slum there. A little girl like you may not come back if she goes there."

...It feels like Mr. Chuya is telling a story to scare children.

[If you don’t sleep at night, the big bad wolf will come and take you away! 】

some type of.

The hot cocoa in my hand was gradually taken away by the night wind, and I, who was only wearing a thin school uniform, felt a layer of goose bumps on my arms.

I took a sip of the cocoa drink lightly.

Sure enough, after cooling, it becomes sweet and greasy.

I swallowed the uncomfortably sweet taste, then reached out and threw the rest of the unfinished drink directly into the trash can.

Mr. Chuya threw his trench coat over.

I grabbed his coat with a dazed look on my face.

He said: "Put it on, the temperature is low now, and it will be even colder when you get on the motorcycle."

I was a little overwhelmed with that dress.

Usually in school, I can often see some girls walking around wearing their boyfriend's coat.

Well, do I have to experience the feeling of a cash recharge today?

But Mr. Nakaya and I are not boyfriend and girlfriend, isn't it a bit...

A gust of cold wind suddenly blew by, I couldn't help shivering, and then stretched out my hand to put the windbreaker on.

The waist is hugged, just a piece of clothing.

I comforted myself like this in my heart.

Well, that's right, it's just a piece of clothing.

One piece, just the clothes with Mr. Chuya's body temperature.