After the Hong Kong black hat stand appeared

349.

Boom.

It was the sound of a string breaking in my head.

Stab, stab.

This is the electrical sound of my brain dying.

Yes, this is my current state.

Although it seems a bit inappropriate to say this, I am sorry, with my only 16 years of life experience, I really cannot give a reasonable explanation for this matter.

An explanation that is logical and within the bounds of common sense.

"Saki? What are you doing at night?"

The headlight in the study was suddenly turned on, and a bit of dazzling light scattered from the top of the head.I couldn't help squinting my eyes, and after a while, I could see clearly what was in front of me.

Grandpa was standing at the door wearing a set of pajamas, his face was full of getting up, probably because he was dissatisfied with my time, and I was still rummaging here like a hamster.

This scene is really like when the little mouse who came out to look for food in the middle of the night was caught by the experienced cat at home.

The old cat shook his beard sleepily, and his voice was filled with lingering weariness.He walked over with drooping eyelids and grabbed the photo album in my hand.

"Don't think about taking the opportunity to destroy your ugly photos. Every year during the Chinese New Year, I will take them out and laugh."

Grandpa picked up the photo album that I could barely hold with two hands with one hand, and flipped through the photo album quickly with the other hand, as if to make sure that I had secretly taken the photos in it.

"I won't do that." I procrastinated and said this sentence, and then added another question, "Did you show the photos here to others?"

Grandpa stopped his hands when he heard it, clapped his hands hard, and closed the photo album.

The old cat snorted and said, "Of course not! Do you think I don't understand the principle of 'Do not expose family ugliness'?"

Whoa.

It felt like an arrow had been shot in my chest.

Family ugliness should not be publicized, isn't that how it's used? Grandpa, after all, whoever said that it was just a few ugly photos of your granddaughter, it's not a crime to die for!

He walked around me and put the photo album back on the shelf, and said angrily, "I haven't asked you where you went for a walk at night, so you're asking me first..."

Well, the old man started talking about it again.

A little longer and Grandpa will probably go from my late nights to me wetting his bed when I was a kid.

I hurried forward to close the glass cabinet door for him, and at the same time turned off the ceiling light in the study: "Okay, okay, it won't be like this in the future, I'm going to bed first, good night, grandpa."

Grandpa was still muttering something, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief when I knew that the door of his room was closed gently.

Well, sure enough, he is still that stubborn old man.

I was just about to walk into my room when Grandpa suddenly appeared again.

I don't know if it's my illusion, but I always feel that there is a sly look on his face at this moment.

Like a cat playing with a mouse.

"What's wrong? Grandpa."

I leaned on the doorknob and asked suspiciously.

Grandpa isn't going to ask what happened between me and Mr. Chuya, is he?

I can't answer that. Hey.

It is impossible to tell the truth, but everyone can easily see through my lies.

Oh no, except A Gang.

Ah Gang is probably the only one in the world who will truly believe my lies.

Grandpa poked his head out, a shrewd light flashed in his eyes, and I saw a nasty smile on the corner of his mouth.

I couldn't be more familiar with that smile.

When he was smiling, he often showed this childish smile when he bullied me.

"By the way, Sahi, there is something I forgot to ask you."

Oh no.

Am I so crow-mouthed?

Although I was very reluctant, I had already begun to silently write a draft, and I was ready to lie.

If grandpa asked me what I had talked with Mr. Chuya, I would say that Mr. Chuya persuaded me to understand grandpa.

"Do you know Pengo Lie?"

Ga?

Why did you mention Vengley?

This, isn't this the family of A Gang?

Why did grandpa mention this family.

Did grandpa ever work in Pengo Lie? !

Black on black? !

Stop it.

Probably my expression began to twist uncontrollably again, and I saw a kind of carefree smile on Grandpa's face that children only have when they succeed in playing tricks.

"Oh, it seems that Saki already knows. Did that guy from Reborn tell you?"

Alas! !

This familiar tone...

Does grandpa still know reborn?

My eyes widened a little bit, my two eyebrows were twisted together as if they were fighting each other, and even the fingers holding the doorknob tightened unconsciously.

Grandpa's sleepy look just now was swept away in an instant. Now he looks as energetic as if he had poured a cup of espresso. I think he can go out and run another 3000 meters.

He put a hand over his mouth, as if worried that "others" would hear our conversation.

Grandpa's behavior was so strange that I couldn't help leaning out and making a cautious gesture like him.

It's like we're going to exchange some dark secrets.

"You know, Sashi."

Grandpa said softly, I suppressed the surging curiosity in my heart, and patiently waited for his next words.

"Your parents are both members of Peng Lie's consultants. It's just an excuse to go to the Arctic to dig oil in Africa and dig diamonds. They are actually working in Italy."

what? !

Even mom and dad? !

I stood up suddenly and saw my grandpa wink at me very playfully.

He waved his hand, turned around like dancing and went back to his bedroom: "Good night, Sahi."

Wait, wait, hey——

Don't drop a blockbuster and let me rest like nothing happened, hey!

I stretched out Erkang's hand, and it petrified in place like a statue.

Absolutely.

This familiar operation is worthy of my grandfather.

The old man likes to rush up when others are under the heavy hammer of life, and add a kick to ensure that the other party is hammered firmly into the ground, the kind that can't be buckled out for a while.

This time the situation is quite different.

The first heavy hammer was given to me by him himself, and the subsequent make-up knife was also given to me by him himself.

Is this the ultimate explanation of "killing people and killing people"?

I closed the door blankly and got on my bed.

Let me take a look.

My grandfather was a top brother of Hong Kong gangsters in his early years, and then he ran away.

And my mom and dad, they are holding hands in Italy doing things for Vengley.

I was left alone in Japan, foolishly thinking that they were digging for oil in the Arctic.

hateful!

I'm actually a pure black third generation!

hateful! !

This is the only thought in my mind!

Shiina Saki, wake up, Shiina Saki.

Could it be because I was too shocked that I had nothing to complain about my identity as an unscrupulous parent?

Or is it that my world view has completed the ultimate evolution after my grandfather blew himself up?

The bright smiles of unscrupulous parents suddenly appeared in my mind.

In my impression, the last time I met was when the two of them appeared in front of me arm in arm, smiling brightly like the morning sun yesterday.

【Saxi, we are going to the North Pole to dig oil, you should study hard in Japan! 】

These were the last words they said before they left the house.

hateful.

Liar liar!

I actually believed such a nonsense reason.

Why did my unscrupulous parents say such nonsense reasons without blushing at all, and I actually believed them so cooperatively.

I'm a fake Shiina child.

Or is it true that people with the surname Shiina are like this.

When I was young, I was deceived by adults' ghostly lies, and when I grew up, I turned into those adults who opened their eyes and talked nonsense.

What a vicious circle.

I sighed, and the hand I put into my bag suddenly touched something similar to a piece of cardboard.

I took it out and looked.

what.

This is the photo I took with Mr. Nakaya at the sweet shop last time.

Since the photo didn't have time to show the image at that time, and I was so ashamed at that time, I haven't seen this photo until now.

After a moment of hesitation, I took it out.

The photo is only half the size of my palm, and the image on it can be clearly displayed.

Mr. Nakaya and I didn't look at the camera. The small square table was placed between the two of us, and there was a cup of exquisite dessert in the middle.

I leaned out to feed him, and he just leaned forward to catch the spoon in his mouth.

The golden sunlight shone in from the floor-to-ceiling glass windows and reflected on the hair of the two of us.

I feel like pink bubbles are about to burst from the sun.

I have to say that the photography skills of this clerk lady are really good.

The real situation at that time was obviously [the ice cream is about to melt, Mr. Nakaya eat it quickly], but in this photo, if you ignore the surprise on the faces of the two people, it is clear that there is love between a couple The sight of feeding.

I looked at the small piece of paper in my hand repeatedly.

Well.

It's a good shot.

After thinking about it, I put this photo in the diary I brought back from Honmaru.

There will probably be more and more photos like this in the future.

But having said that, Mr. Nakaya and I are really "black eating black" through and through.

Although I don't know much about how this kind of organization works, is it true that our relationship won't involve some weird interest entanglements?

For example, Peng Lie and the port mafia/party are two hostile organizations, and they dislike each other on weekdays...

It's over, a Yokohama version of "Romeo and Juliet" has begun to play in my mind.

I decided that this movie should be called "Hong Kong Black and Pengo Li".

Catchy and easy to understand.

Just thinking about this name can make up a scene of bitterness in my brain.