After the Hong Kong black hat stand appeared

343.

Breathing.

heartbeat.

All I could hear were these two voices, intertwined.

As for who it is, I have long been unable to tell.

Mr. Chuya's fingertips brushed the sides of my cheeks, and then landed on my arms.

I gradually became more cautious about breathing, and vaguely felt his hands pause on both sides of my body.

Well......

Legs feel a little numb.

I moved a little, and then Mr. Nakaya's hand quickly grabbed my arm, and even the sound of breathing became a little heavier for no reason.

But, damn it...

It can't really be the same as the plot of the dog blood novel...?

"Mr. Chuya?"

I looked up at him, only to meet a pair of dark eyes.

How on earth can I describe those eyes.

A little more gentle than when angry, and a little less casual than when relaxed.

It is like a vast ocean that seems to be calm but actually implies turmoil, and it is also like the most secret and unknown deep sea.

I felt Mr. Chuya's hand pinch my arm hard, and through a thin layer of sleepiness, the hot temperature in his palm was almost transmitted to my body without any barriers.

From that small piece of skin, the hot flames spread outward.

[-]. Normally, something will happen in this situation, right...

Although this scene and this time are a bit sudden, but after all, it is facing the person I like...

It's normal to have a little expectation, right?

I raised my head and looked at Mr. Chuya silently, the faint anticipation and nervousness in my heart were mixed together, like an unripe fruit, with a hint of sweetness in the sour taste.

My fingers curled up unconsciously, and my fingertips swept across his chest, and I felt his chest rise and fall violently.

Mr. Chuya's mouth twitched, as if he was enduring something.

Ok?

In my heart, I faintly realized that things were not going the right way.

As if some important decision had finally been made, Mr. Nakaya lifted me up vigorously with both hands.

That's right, raised it.

I saw a dark red glow envelop him, and then something happened that made me think Newton's coffin was rattling.

With a slight movement of Mr. Nakaya's fingers, I quickly flew into the air and flew into the corridor like a big hydrogen balloon.

Ah? ?

What is this?

I looked down and found that my body was also covered with a layer of dark red light.

This, is this Mr. Chuya's supernatural ability?

I stretched out my hand and swiped back and forth in the air twice, only to find myself unable to move as if I had been fixed at this height.

"Mr. Chuya?!"

I yelped in a little panic.

At this height and this distance, all I can grab at hand is air.

Although I am not afraid of heights, this feeling of being helpless around me really makes me have an inexplicable fear.

I can already feel the sweat start to seep from the center of my palm.

Fortunately, the one I just yelled was loud enough, and I guess Mr. Chuya must have heard it.

After I called his name, I felt the gravity on my body gradually return to normal.

The dark red light flickered, the feeling of weightlessness gradually subsided, and I stood on the ground steadily again.

This ability is also very useful.

I stroked my heart that was still beating violently, trying to comfort myself who had just suddenly ascended to heaven.

With this supernatural ability, you will no longer be afraid of having too many things when you move in the future.

The panic just now had passed, and he turned and walked out of the corridor, just in time to bump into Mr. Nakaya who walked in.

I glanced up and down to see that he had already put on his bathrobe and tied his belt tightly in a knot.

Unlike before, Mr. Nakaya now looks similar to me in the bathrobe before.

No skin was exposed at the neckline, and the loose and casual feeling disappeared instantly.If it wasn't for the wet luster on his curly hair, I would have wondered if what I saw just now was a fake Mr. Chuya.

Noticing my sight, he coughed a little uncomfortably, and put the hands that were hanging on his sides into the pockets of the bathrobe.

"Just...sorry."

Mr. Chuya said these words in a low voice.

Well?just?

I shook my head and said very sincerely: "It's okay, it's just an accident."

Damn, this accident came and went quickly, it's completely different from what I imagined.

Mr. Nakaya reached out and scratched his hair, nodded and said, "Go to bed early."

I responded and watched him run all the way back to his room.

I don't know if it's my illusion, but the back always looks a little panicky.

344.

When I woke up the next morning, Mr. Nakaya was no longer in the apartment.

Hmm, probably busy with work.

After all, Noah was taken away by scepter4, and Mr. Nakaya had to negotiate to get him out.

I looked at the empty room and pouted.

I was quite happy when I stayed in the hotel by myself, but why did I become a little lonely here.

345.

In the next few days, I didn’t see Mr. Nakaya very much. He left early and returned late almost every day. The only thing that could prove that he came back to sleep was the extra used towels in the bathroom and the half-drunk red wine on the dining table. That's all.

Originally, I planned to stay in Zhenme Town for more than half a month, but after experiencing Noah's episode, I also lost my leisure time to continue my vacation here.

Later, I visited Auntie Hatta a few times, and went to homra to play with Anna a few times.

Hatta seemed to know what happened to Noah that day. When I went to Homra to find Anna one day, he quietly pulled me aside, and asked me anxiously if I was okay.

I reassured him with a shake of my head, and he looked even more bald than before.

Later, Hatta said something else angrily, and I couldn't listen to what he said in detail.

All I can think about now is "my grandpa is the mafia" over and over again. ''

After calming down for two days, the existence of this fact became more and more intense, and a series of derivative questions also appeared in my mind.

Does dad know?

Does mom know?

Are all of them hiding from me alone?

Or did Grandpa hide it from all of us alone!

I gasped, not daring to think about it any further.

I'm afraid that if I continue to make up my mind, I will make up a conspiracy drama of love, hate, love and hatred.

All in all, due to various reasons, I can no longer enjoy my summer vacation in Zhenme Town as lightly as I did at the beginning.

After finishing what I needed to do, I greeted Auntie Hatta early and returned to Yokohama.

Mr. Nakaya hadn't finished the mission when I left Zhenmecho. He offered to send me back to Yokohama but I refused.

It's better to let him finish the urgent work quickly.

It was one night when I arrived in Yokohama.

Probably around □□ o'clock.

Grandpa wore a gray coat and stood on the platform waiting for me, with the pipe in his mouth that never left him.

"Why did you come back early? Didn't you swear to me before that you want to experience the unfettered solitary life?"

Grandpa's beard trembled twice, and his gray-blue eyes stared at me, like a wise and knowledgeable old man who would only appear in Western fantasy novels.

There was no extra emotion in those eyes, like a robot only responsible for telling the truth.

I took a quick look, then looked down again.

"...not as interesting as expected, so I came back early."

Grandpa snorted when he heard it.

He began to mutter something like usual again, "Look, I knew it would be like this", "You children just don't listen to the old man" and so on.

Like every stubborn old man in the world.

I used to think that grandpa was really just an old man like this.

Grandpa picked up my suitcase and took me home.

For three days in a row, I was nestled in my room.

Grandpa didn't think there was anything unusual about my behavior. After all, staying in the bedroom is the normal operation of my vacation.

It's really rare that I went out voluntarily this time.

On the evening of the fourth day, Grandpa finally found out that something was wrong with me.

When eating at night, grandpa suddenly put the bowl on the table, he raised his hand and pushed the bowl and chopsticks aside, then said with inquiring eyes: "Shaxi, are you broken in love?"

I was drinking miso soup and suddenly choked. I put down the bowl and looked at my grandpa in a puzzled way: "How is this possible, grandpa? I don't even have a boyfriend. Who am I broken up with?"

"The last time..."

Alas!Did grandpa mean Mr. Chuya?

"It's not him! I have nothing with him!"

Then I watched as Grandpa's eyes narrowed, and a malicious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Oh, you know who it is before I finish talking?"

......

The cat was speechless.

I stared at a pair of dead fish eyes, curled my lips to express that I was very unwilling to talk to him, and then I picked up the bowl and continued to drink the soup.

"If it wasn't lovelorn, then what happened?"

"There's nothing, grandpa, stop guessing." Although I don't know why grandpa would ask such a question, I decided not to tell the truth.

After all, I'm not ready to bear the price of telling the truth.

Grandpa reached for my bowl, put it aside, and said, "If nothing happened, why didn't you finish this plate of tempura tonight?"

I looked in the direction of his fingers, only to find a whole plate of golden fried tempura lying quietly on the plate, and I almost ignored them.

I froze for a moment, then quickly grabbed a piece of tempura and took a hard bite.

Chewing the fresh and tender shrimp meat, I said vaguely: "I haven't had time to eat it yet..."

Grandpa stared at me expressionlessly, his eyes filled with three words.

【I do not believe】

"What happened? Did something happen to you in Zhenme Town?"

As if sensing my resistance, Grandpa softened his tone and said softly.

I've been struggling with this for the past few days.

I haven't figured out exactly what kind of occasion I should open my mouth to talk about this topic.

In addition, I am even more worried that something will change after I say it, and my grandpa and I will never get along like we do now.

My eyebrows furrowed unconsciously.

Forget it, choosing a day is worse than hitting the day.

It's all about talking anyway, isn't it?

"Grandpa, can you show me that magic trick again?"

I said in a muffled voice.

Grandpa's expression froze for a moment. Under the warm light of the restaurant, I saw the expression in his crystal-clear eyes change for a few moments.

I have always envied Grandpa's eyes.

Although they are all gray-blue, but his eyes show a more transparent feeling, while mine are foggy.

Like dirty china.

Grandpa's expression finally froze on calmness.

Now he looks more like those calm and wise elders.

"it is good."

He responded briefly, then held out his hand.

Grandpa spread his hands in front of me, then slowly stood up again, clasping his hands together.

I took a slight breath.

When the palms were spread out again, a cluster of bright flames burst out from the middle.As if it had life, it flew into the air and transformed into countless firebirds waving its wings.

The chirping of the firebirds merged with the sound of the flames burning. These large and small firebirds flew to the ceiling, then circled down and flew in front of me.

I stretched out my hands to pick them up, but they dissipated a second before they landed on my fingertips, leaving only a faint residual warmth on my fingertips.

"Are these magic or supernatural powers?"

I said this.

Like a stone dropped into a lake, something was changed.

Even if the lake quickly returned to calm after the ripples, the stone that sank at the bottom of the lake was still an unchangeable fact.

Grandpa showed a knowing look, the ceiling light in the kitchen reflected on his face, casting a faint shadow on his face, but it didn't make people feel scared.

"Grandpa is the port mafia/party."

Seeing that he didn't speak, I seemed to be suffocated, so I added this sentence in a strong tone.

He didn't show any signs of anger after hearing what I said, but looked very calm.

"It used to be."

Grandpa corrected in a calm tone.

After I heard him admit it, I felt inexplicably sad in my heart.

Maybe before this, I didn't believe that grandpa was a mafia/party.

"So those dreams you said about becoming the world's number one magician are all fake?"

Grandpa was silent for a moment, then shook his head and denied my words: "Not quite."

Seeing this, I leaned back on the back of the chair as if discouraged.

"Then what is true?"

Grandpa didn't say anything, he just picked up his old pipe.

I saw a flash of fire jump out from his fingertips, and then the aroma of tobacco gradually spread.

Grandpa held the pipe in his mouth, and then exhaled a faint puff of smoke. Through this layer of mist, I saw his gray-blue eyes.

"When I entered Hong Kong Hei, I was still a kid who didn't know the heights of the sky and the earth. Relying on my useful supernatural powers, I only wanted to climb to the top and replace that person."

Wait, that person Grandpa is talking about can't be—

As if confirming my conjecture, Grandpa cast his gaze and said calmly, "The former leader of Hong Kong gangsters is just a crazy old man."

"It's a pity that the gun hits the head." Grandpa sighed, with a slight smile in his tone, "I acted too conspicuously, and the previous leaders had long intended to suppress me. But I insisted on my own way and did not change my style. Finally It pissed him off."

"Later, I defected with your grandma, and he ordered to pursue and kill her."

"Later, your grandma passed away due to illness, and you grew up day by day. I originally planned to go back and die with the former leader, but unexpectedly, that third-rate doctor Mori Ogai took the lead."

Grandpa said this, and glanced at me: "Ah, you don't know, the Mori Ogai who asked you to deliver the letter last time is the current leader of Hong Kong gangsters."

I shook my head and nodded again: "I know, I also know that Mr. Chuya is also from Hong Kong."

Grandpa seemed to be shocked by my words, his beard twitched twice, and his eyes widened in disbelief: "You know all about this..."

Ah, I know what it means to know.

I wiped my mouth sullenly, then got up and walked to the door.

"Saxi? Where are you going at night?"

Grandpa's voice sounded behind me, and I replied without turning my head: "I'm going out for a walk."

346.

Absolutely.

Really dead.

This matter is beyond my tolerance.

I'm so stupid, really.

I only knew that grandpa was a member of Hong Kong gangsters, but I didn't expect him to want to be the modern leader of Tie Nugang.

It seems that when my grandfather was young, he was also a top brother who refused to admit defeat.

I sighed and leaned against the railing on the side of the road watching the passing vehicles.

Happiness belongs to them, not to me.

When the night wind blows, I just feel that I have become even more melancholy.

Just when I didn't know what to do, the phone rang suddenly.

I took it out and took a look.

Well.

【Zhongye】

Um?Mr. Chuya? ?

Although I don't know why Mr. Nakaya came to call me at this time, I still pressed the connection honestly.

"Where are you now?"

Before I could speak, Mr. Chuya said this first, and I vaguely heard the whistling of the wind from his side, as if he was moving at high speed.

"Ah? Me?" I hurriedly turned around and looked around, and hurriedly reported a place name.

Mr. Chuya responded, and then instructed: "Stand there and don't move, I'll go find you right away."

ha?

Find me?

I wanted to ask something more, but he hung up the phone quickly.

No, what does this mean to me.

Could it be that Mr. Chuya has returned to Yokohama?

I stood there with a dazed face, and suddenly felt more confused than before.

Well, Mr. Chuya told me to wait, so I'll just wait obediently.

347.

The waiting time was not long.

About five or six minutes later, Mr. Nakaya came to me on a locomotive.

Oh, it turned out that the whistling wind just heard was because he was riding a motorcycle.

Mr. Chuya parked the motorcycle aside, walked up to me and asked concerned: "Are you hungry? Do you want to buy something to eat?"

I shook my head and nodded, then reached out and realized I hadn't brought my wallet with me when I left.

hateful!

Fortunately, I brought my phone with me.

If I didn't bring my mobile phone, I might really have a big problem.

Mr. Nakaya quickly discovered my predicament. He took out his wallet and stuffed it into my hand, then raised his chin and said to the convenience store over there, "Let's go buy some food first."

I held his wallet and stood there without moving: "When did Mr. Nakaya return to Yokohama?"

He reached out and rubbed my hair, and then said: "This morning, I just finished reporting on the task."

I nodded, and belatedly thought of another question: "How did you think of calling me just now?"

Mr. Nakaya's tone was a little panicked just now, and he asked me where I was right away, so he definitely didn't call me on a whim.

His eyes flickered for a moment, then hesitated, and finally revealed the truth: "...It was your grandpa who called me. Mr. Shiina was worried that something would happen to you outside alone at this late hour .”

Oh, I see.

Suddenly, I felt that everything was under Grandpa's control.

I pursed my lips, lowered my hands silently, turned around and walked into a nearby convenience store without a word.

Randomly yanking two onigiri off the shelf, I handed it to the checkout staff.

"Would you like to warm it up?"

I nodded and opened my wallet to pay.

Eh--

I was caught by something in my wallet.

This is--

Reason told me whether this should be what I thought, but when I took a closer look, I found that I was right.

Isn't this my picture? !

It was still the one taken at the school gate when I entered high school!

In the photo, I was standing at the door wearing the school uniform of Lihai University, and the cherry blossom trees beside me were dropping pink and white petals one after another.

I remember that this photo should be honestly lying in the photo album of grandpa’s house, why did it appear in Mr. Nakaya’s wallet?

And it's such a conspicuous location, anyone who opens their wallet will definitely see this photo...

"Miss?"

The staff at the cashier gave me a puzzled look, I quickly took out two pieces of change from my wallet and stuffed them in, then left the convenience store with the hot rice balls in hand.

I have a bold idea in my mind right now.

The rice balls have been hot for a long time, and the temperature is a little hot, but I have no time to take care of this now.

Now, there are more important things than onigiri.

"Mr. Chuya!"

I rushed in front of Mr. Chuya, he was startled, then quickly crushed out the cigarette in his hand, and threw it into the trash can beside him.

I heard my voice panting a bit, even trembling.

Is it too exciting today?

As I thought about it, my hands started to move before my brain.

I opened my wallet and held it up to Mr. Chuya.At first he seemed to think that I was going to hand it to him, so he subconsciously reached out to take it, but when I did all the movements, he froze.

"Mr. Nakaya, why is there a picture of me here?"

That photo should never have appeared with Mr. Chuya.

At least it shouldn't have passed through my hands and into his wallet.

No, no, no, the important thing now is not how Mr. Nakaya got this photo, but why he has my photo!

Is, does Chuya-san like me...?

The plot of exchanging photos in the movie suddenly came to mind.

Holding my wallet in one hand, I silently waited for Mr. Chuya's answer.

hateful......

Am I being too proactive...

Just when I began to regret whether my move would be too abrupt, Mr. Chuya suddenly spoke.

He reached out and took my hand holding the wallet, and pressed it down hard.

"Don't regret it, it's what you think it is."

What, what?

Can he still read minds?

Mr. Chuya held my hand, he exerted a little force, and I was pulled forward a few steps.

Almost stuck to him.

Mr. Nakaya lowered his head, and I saw his blue eyes with a slight smile, and his tobacco-smelling breath on my face, and he said word by word: "You are not mistaken."

"I didn't think about it wrong from the beginning, did I make you suspicious, Sahi?"

"Don't doubt it anymore."

"I missed it several times before, and this time I shouldn't be interrupted again."

No, no way...

I felt my breathing stopped, but my heartbeat became stronger and stronger.

Mr. Chuya lowered his head and whispered in my ear——

"I love you, Saki."

"I've liked you since earlier than you can imagine."

"Can you stay with me?"