After the Hong Kong black hat stand appeared

361.

"But I didn't have much hope at first. Your grandfather is a very stubborn person. If he leaves Hong Kong and Heilongjiang, he will never come back."

Mori Ogai put the metal box back on and put it back in the drawer.And the expression on his face changed into that gentle smile again, as if the sharpness and displeasure at that moment just now were all my illusions.

This... is this the leader of the underworld?

This change of face has become too fast, right?

Or is it true for all adults who have experienced social rubbing....?

As soon as this idea came out, I was immediately denied by myself.

No, if this is the case, grandpa will not be the stubborn old man he is now.

I looked at Mori Ogai looking at me with a half-smile, coughed lightly and quickly shifted my gaze to the wool blanket on the ground.

At first I thought he was going to say something harsh, but he didn't.

Later, I thought he was probably trying to test me tactfully, but he took out the box that probably proved that "the boat of friendship has been overturned" between him and grandpa, which made me feel in a daze. In the next second, he might have someone drag me out and chop me up.

But at the end, he told me with a smile, "Your grandpa is really the same."

I admit that I don't have the ability to perceive words and feelings, but Mori Ogai's appearance really confuses me at all.

To be on the safe side, I'd better keep my mouth shut.

After all, it is wrong to say too much.

362.

I think what Rumang said behind his back should be my current state.

Although I looked down at my nose and heart, I could still clearly feel Mori Ogai's eyes on me.

I felt like a student bowing his head and admitting his mistake in the teacher's office.

But for Mori Ogai, he may feel that he is admiring something interesting...

All right, let him just look twice, anyway, if he looks at me for a while, I won't lose a few pieces of meat.

I just hope that Mori Ogai won't look at me for a while and feel that I don't like how I look, and then let those big guys standing outside the door "solve" me.

Alas, when will Mr. Nakaya come to save the beauty as a hero.

If I don't come, I may die because of being punished to stand to exhaustion.

I tried my best to maintain a motionless posture and stood in front of Mori Ogai's desk, for fear that too many small movements would make him unhappy.

Just when I was so bored that I started counting the number of biscuit crumbs on the wool carpet, there were two light knocks on the door.

Is it Mr. Chuya?

I turned and looked back expectantly, only to realize that my reaction seemed a little too big after I did it.

This, this is not some way to test me.

I turned my head to look at Mori Ogai in trepidation, only to find that he was watching a play.

"come in."

Mori Ogai said loudly, at the same time he got up with his hands behind his back, and walked to me unhurriedly.

At first I turned my head to look at Mori Ogai who was getting closer and closer to me, and then quickly turned my head to see who it was.

Alas, it feels like I'm busy like a rattle.

I complained silently in my heart, my face was still expressionless, but when I saw the person coming, I couldn't hold back anymore.

I understand.

Here comes the real ordeal.

Koyo Ozaki smiled kindly, she winked at me affectionately, then turned to say hello to Mori Ogai.

"leader."

This is the real meeting between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

What is Mori Ogai, Ozaki Koyo is the real test.

One day after Mr. Chuya revealed his identity, I asked him about Mori Ogai and Ozaki Momiji.

His description of Mori Ogai is very official, but when it comes to Ozaki Momiji, he seems to have changed, and even the title has become "Momiji Big Sister".

It was also at that time that I realized that Nakaya could be regarded as half a child raised by Ozaki Momiji.

"I'll leave it to you, Sahi, I think she's working hard here."

Mori Ogai smiled softly and waved his hands. His words seemed to hit Koye Ozaki's laugh, because she couldn't help raising her hands and covering her face with her wide cuffs and chuckled twice.

The red-haired woman nodded, shaking her gorgeous headdress twice, she stretched out her arms to embrace me, and then led me out of the office.

As soon as I left that office, I immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and my shoulders relaxed.

Koyo Ozaki pointed his finger at my shoulder, and said with a smile, "Are you really that afraid of him?"

I don't know if it's my illusion, but I always feel that her eyes are filled with a light similar to "maternal love", which makes me relax inexplicably.

Could this be the legendary Aiwujiwu?

Under the shroud of this light, I felt an indescribable closeness to her.

So I nodded very sincerely: "I'm afraid, he is the leader of Hong Kong gangsters."

Koye Ozaki asked again: "Chuya is still one of the five cadres of the Hong Kong gangsters, are you afraid?"

Almost without thinking about it, I shook my head and denied, "I'm not afraid."

Walking into the elevator, Koyo Ozaki stretched out her hand to press the floor, and when the elevator door closed, she turned to me and asked, "Are you afraid of the boss but not Chuya?"

I responded confidently: "How can this be the same? Mr. Nakaya is so considerate and kind, of course I will not be afraid of him."

Of course, Ogai Mori cannot be compared with Mr. Nakaya. The former is just the leader of Hong Kong gangsters to me; while the latter is my lover, this is of course different.

I probably know what Koyo Ozaki wants to say.

What she really wants to ask should be "It's all the mafia/party, why are you only afraid of Mori Ogai but not Chuya of Central Plains".

Um, but to be honest, when I faced Mr. Chuya, I really didn't think about whether I was afraid or not.

Probably because when I first met him, he was just Mr. Chuya.

Of course, my identity as the "three black generations" did have some influence.

My house is already so dark that ink can drip out. I should have nothing to worry about when I face Mr. Nakaya, a "newcomer to the underworld".

Ozaki Koyo didn't say anything, she just smiled with the corners of her mouth lightly pursed, and then led me down to the first floor.

She seemed to be deliberately leading me around a crowded place, and I followed her to a long corridor.

There is a beautiful rose window on one side of the corridor, the sun reflects colorful colors falling on the stone bricks, and the clogs of Ozaki Momiji knocked on the bricks without haste, making a crisp sound.

Holding an umbrella, she walked in front like a lady from a noble family, while I followed and peeked at her quietly.

I have to say that the red leaves of Ozaki are really beautiful.

It's hard to imagine that she's also part of the Mafia/Party.

"looking at what?"

The woman in the kimono spoke without looking away.

I quickly withdrew my gaze, and reflexively denied, "Nothing!"

oh my god.

Maomao regrets.

What the hell am I thinking!

Since Koyo Ozaki asked that, she must have known that I was looking at her.

I actually lied to her face...

Don't ask, you will regret it if you ask.

My face was wrinkled into a tight lump.

This feeling of embarrassment and regret is really toe-off.

"...I think you look good."

Although this supplement is useless, I still said it silently.

This is my last stubbornness.

This corridor is not very long, and after we walked to the other end, we entered another building.

Oh, it turns out that these buildings in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang are still connected.

I don't know if it's my illusion, but I always feel that the people in this building are much calmer than those in the previous building.

Most of the people who passed us greeted Koyo Ozaki respectfully, then ignored me and walked away. A few people gave me a few glances, but there was no other reaction.

In general, it's unbelievably cold...

But that's fine too.

Being an airman is better than being a monkey in a zoo. The feeling of being watched by everyone is really too much for me.

363.

Koyo Ozaki took me to a room similar to a tea room, and she explained to me a few words like "I still have things to do" and "You have to stay here obediently" before leaving.

I always feel that I have become a child in the eyes of Miss Hongye...

Not to mention anything else, even if I was asked to wander here casually, I would not dare to wander around.

In case you accidentally bump into some weird transaction scene...

Alas.

The cat's life is at stake.

Someone beside me made tea for me, and I knelt on the tatami mat and sipped hot tea, occasionally taking a sip of refreshment next to me.

Hmm, I think it's on par with Mitsutada's craftsmanship.

Is this the Hong Kong black cook?

To be honest, I was really taken aback when the chef came to serve dim sum just now.

I don't know if it's in line with the Japanese atmosphere here, except for me, everyone in this room is wearing kimonos.

Uncle Chef was wearing a dark red kimono, his hair was shaved short, and I could even vaguely see a little tattoo trace from his cuffs and neckline.

The uncle took the tableware out of the food box silently, and the movement of the plate being placed on the small table in front of me was so loud that I wondered if he was dissatisfied with me.

The uncle put the plate in front of me bang bang, and looked at me coldly, his eyes were fierce, as if there was some unresolvable hatred between us.

To be honest, I wouldn't be surprised if he tore off his shirt the next second, snapped his tongue and chopped off the small table in front of me.

I even wonder if he is a real chef after all.

It feels like he is actually an ordinary mafia/gang, but the skill tree is very coincidentally lit up with "cooking skills", and then this time he was pulled over by Ozaki Momiji to show his unique talents.

"Please use it slowly!" The uncle said forcefully.

"Okay, thanks!" I responded with the same air.

Ugh, it feels like we're having some weird sworn ceremony.

But having said that, how long have I been in Hong Kong and Hei, and if I don’t go home again, grandpa will start to worry.

Huh, I didn't have time to check the time just now, and I was being led around the building all the time, I really have no sense of time at all.

I took out my phone from my satchel, and after unlocking the lock screen, I saw the blinking numbers on it, and felt completely stupid.

What I see is not the light from the screen, but the knife in my eye.

Why is it 06:30? ?

Have I actually stayed in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang for so long? !

Out of the desire to find a way out for myself, I tremblingly called my grandfather's house.

Although, looking at the current situation, I won't be able to leave the Hong Kong and Black Headquarters for a while, but I can still report my grandfather's safety.

No, under the current circumstances, the function of this phone call is no longer to tell grandpa that he is safe, but to "keep" me safe.

The call was connected quickly, and I said "Hello" tremblingly, but there was no movement at all on the other end of the phone.

"grandfather?"

I can't make a mistake, can I?

Due to the long silence on the other side, I even doubted myself a little bit.

I lifted my phone to look at the number and confirmed it.

That's right.

"Grandpa, Grandpa, I'm Saki."

Could it be that grandpa was kidnapped? !

Even more terrifying thoughts appeared in my mind.

Just when I was wondering whether to call the police as soon as possible, the other person finally spoke.

"Hmph, do you still know that there is a grandfather like me?"

Ah, I'm really angry...

But I promised to go home after participating in the event, and I haven't gone back until now, and I haven't even called...

It's normal for him to be angry.

I softened my voice, trying to make my grandpa soft-hearted and spare my life: "Grandpa, I was wrong, I encountered force majeure..."

There is nothing wrong with it. I think the few things I encountered this afternoon, whether it is the [explosion incident] or [being taken to Hong Kong and Hong Kong], can be regarded as force majeure.

As soon as I had finished speaking, my grandfather interrupted me before I could come up with the rest of my begging for mercy: "Tsk, you don't need to say it, I already know it all! Didn't I just get taken away by that old Mori Ogai? Such a bastard is really..."

what.

I raised my hand and held the phone a little farther away.

Grandpa began to think about it.

In other words, it was a unilateral denunciation of Mori Ogai.

"Well, anyway, I know where you are now. They won't hurt you, so don't worry."

Probably aware that he started a passionate complaint, Grandpa coughed twice as a cover, and then gave a few more instructions.

Oh, is grandpa so relieved?

"But how does Grandpa know where I am?"

Could it be that in order to find my beloved granddaughter, the former mafia came out of the mountain and re-emerged from the rivers and lakes, gathered a group of brothers and locked my position?

If that's the case, it's a little exciting to think about it.

"Oh, this one, that guy Mori Ogai called me just now."

Grandpa's tone was flat, as if he was talking about a very ordinary thing.

Ah is that so.

This is really an unexpected and reasonable answer.

After hanging up the phone, I stared at the plate of dim sum crumbs on the table in a daze.

Mori Ogai would not want to leave me in Hong Kong for the night.

364.

I don't know if Mori Ogai wants to stay with me overnight, but I know he wants to have me for dinner.

I looked at the very familiar uncle chef, with a paralyzed face, watching him slamming sushi in front of me.

Ah, why Japanese room.

My legs are numb and I can't feel my calves anymore.

"Please use it slowly! I wish you! Evening! Dinner! Happy! Fast!"

Ah, that familiar tone again.

This look and the action of throwing the plate really make me unhappy.

I feel like I'm going to have a nervous breakdown.

But neurasthenia belongs to neurasthenia, and we still have to eat.

I quickly swept through the sushi on the small table, silently thinking about when I would be able to go home.

365.

So full.

I lay flat on the tatami like a salted fish, and rubbed my stomach with my hands.

Sure enough, people will start to feel sleepy after eating...

I squinted my eyes to look at the light on the ceiling, closed my eyes inadvertently, and fell into a dream.

I don't know how long it took, when I was half asleep and half awake, I heard someone calling me.

"Saki..."

"Sashi."

Well, who is it?

very noisy.

I rolled over, covered my face with one hand, and waved the other, trying to drive the annoying sound away.

Then I heard the man sigh, he took my shaking hand, and called me again: "Saxi, it's time to go home."

Um......

I squeezed the warm thing in my hand, my consciousness gradually came back, and my brain that was originally dead also began to wake up.

I opened my eyes and met a pair of blue eyes. ! ! !

It's Mr. Chuya!

Realizing this fact, I woke up almost instantly. I stood up suddenly, and Mr. Nakaya, who was kneeling and squatting on the tatami, also got up.

"Mr. Nakaya!" I threw myself into his arms and wrapped my arms around his neck.

Oh, sure enough, I still miss him a lot.

Mr. Nakaya hugged me back, and I could feel his hands caressing my back again and again, as if he wanted to calm my emotions.

"I've been waiting for a long time, and I'll take you home right now."

He whispered in my ear.

How could I bear this kind of stimulation, I nodded wildly like a chicken pecking at rice.

He took my hand and led me out of the room, and with my free hand, I frantically rubbed half of my face that was a little stiff from sleeping.

Fortunately, there is no mark on the tatami mat...

I breathed a sigh of relief.

366.

"Did the boss tell you anything?"

When I got into the car, I was reaching out to fasten my seat belt, when Mr. Nakaya suddenly asked.

I look up at him.

It wasn't obvious, but Nakaya-san still looked a little anxious.

He frowned slightly, and there was a little bit of worry in his eyes that couldn't be concealed.

I looked back and shook my head, and told him honestly: "No, he just asked some more common topics."

"Oh, by the way, he also asked how my grandpa was doing."

After hearing what I said, Mr. Chuya seemed a little more relaxed than before, and he replied: "Don't worry, the leader will not make things difficult for you."

After saying this, he started the car and put his hands on the steering wheel as if he was about to start.

I also thought he was going to drive, so I shut my mouth and sat obediently in my seat.

After a few minutes, however, we stopped in place.

Um?Is there something wrong with the car?

I turned my head to look, and just wanted to ask if something happened, but I happened to see Mr. Nakaya holding the steering wheel with one hand, with a face of forbearance and distress.

It was as if he was hesitating and struggling with something.

"Mr. Chuya?"

He always feels a bit out of place in this state...

I reached up and squeezed his shoulders, trying to cheer him up.

Mr. Nakaya turned around, and he stretched out his two hands to hold my shoulders firmly, and the brim of his hat almost touched my forehead.

We are almost nose to nose, exchanging breath with each other in this small space.

He looked at me for a moment.

"...Mr. Nakaya?"

It's over, can't it be that something happened during the mission?

Could it be that we are really sad Romeo and Juliet? ?

"Saxi, you can't have supernatural powers."

Mr. Chuya looked at me and said very firmly.

"Keep it like this, so that he will never embarrass you. You must not have supernatural powers."

"Even if there is, don't show it."

We all know who he is referring to.

Mr. Nakaya's attitude is extremely serious. Since we met, he has never been so serious except confessing his love.

I looked at the tension in his eyes, and unconsciously became serious.

I took his hand on my shoulder, held it to my chest, and said word by word: "Don't worry."

Seeing that his expression finally relaxed a little, I said half-jokingly: "I am almost an adult, how can I still have supernatural powers? Could this also be developed again?"

The expression on Mr. Nakaya's face changed from a dazed one to a broken smile, and it was only then that I felt that the atmosphere between us was finally a little more relaxed.

Well, his worry is overstated.

After all, whether I have supernatural powers is still clear to me.

Just as I was thinking about it, the last time Yaoken's main body appeared in my hands suddenly appeared in my mind.

And the first two times, the sword man took me to use the sword technique.

...This should not be regarded as my special ability.

I just borrowed spiritual power and Fusangshen's ability. In essence, those handsome sword skills and agile posture don't belong to me.

But since Mr. Nakaya specifically mentioned it, I'd better pay attention to it in the future.

367.

When the car was more than halfway through, I suggested that Mr. Chuya park the car on the side of the road, and he walked back with me for the rest of the way.

Rather than enjoying a short ten-minute drive in the car, I prefer to walk home with Mr. Nakaya holding hands.

Under the reflection of the street lamps and in the embrace of the sea breeze.

This is my dream scene!

Nakaya-san and the beautiful night view are all from me, Saki!

I held his hand contentedly and walked on the way home bouncing around.

"Speaking of which, the weather tonight is really not very good. It will still be sunny tomorrow morning..."

While looking up at a cloud of dark clouds in the sky, I thought brokenly.

"Maybe it's going to rain."

Mr. Chuya also looked at it seriously, and then came to such a conclusion.

Woohoo, if that's the case, we'd better hurry up.

Suddenly I regretted a little and proposed to walk home...

I don't know if it was to confirm the not-so-good conjecture in my mind, there were bursts of thunder and lightning in the sky at the same time.

This, is this the legendary crow's mouth? !

For a moment, I didn't know whether to blame Mr. Nakaya's words, or to blame my uncontrollable brain hole.

hateful!

Mr. Nakaya took me and wanted to run a few steps forward, but he stopped after just a few steps.

Could it be that there was an accident?

Thinking this way, I poked my head out after following him.

Then the next second, I saw blue-purple lightning jumping above the ground in front of me.

A monster wearing a bamboo hat and holding a gun appeared from the lightning. His cold eyes met mine, and he opened his mouth to spit out some syllables with unknown meaning.

Mr. Chuya held my hand tightly, and he pushed me hard behind me, as if trying to hide me.

I really shouldn't be going out today.

That was the first thought that popped into my blank mind.