Supernatural ability spring flowers and autumn fall

In the morning, perhaps because the bed she slept on was changed, Qiu, who was a little unaccustomed to it, woke up around seven o'clock in front of her biological clock.He opened his eyes, looked at the ceiling of the new bedroom for a while, then pulled down the bandaged hand on his waist, and got out of bed to wash.

After that, he looked at his lover who was still sleeping, and went downstairs quietly.

However, he was not in a hurry to prepare breakfast. After all, today is a Sunday off. That guy Dazai felt that he would not wake up until at least xx.

Holding on to the handrail of the stairs, I went down from the third floor to the first floor of the villa. Qiu was also quiet. The big house where no one woke up except him was stunned for a while, then pushed open the door of the study room on the first floor and walked in. .

When Dazai woke up at midnight, he touched his side and found that his lover had woken up. After searching around the house, he finally saw Qiuya sitting in front of the desk in a kimono, doing maintenance for the books.

"Sure enough, the house is too big, and it takes time to even look for Qiu." Dazai pushed open the door of the study room, and after admiring his lover's peaceful appearance in a kimono coat with the hem on the ground, he walked in. Are you starting to maintain it?"

The book that Shuya is holding now is the red-covered "Complete" that he gave Dazai many years ago.He is using the method he learned before to remove dust and wrinkles from the book and clean the oil stains in turn.

"When I woke up in the morning, I felt that it was too early to take care of it, and it felt like I hadn't done it for a long time," Qiuya looked up at Dazai who came over, and handed him the book that had been taken care of, "Do you still remember how to take care of it?" Books, really great."

That was a skill he learned from Grandpa Yasuo. Although he no longer worked in the bookstore, he still didn't want to forget it.

"The book is in good condition. It is exactly the same as before." Dazai put the book back on the bookcase, then lowered his head and approached Shuya who was sitting, "Everything that old man taught Qiuya, you should remember and carry on. It's coming down."

Whether it is the skills of book maintenance or the promise of becoming a good person, I have not forgotten as I grow up, and the goals have been perfectly realized.

"Speaking of which, what kind of flower is this?" Dazai turned his gaze to a vase on the desk, with a white flower blooming on it, "I feel like I haven't seen you put it before."

"It's a peony," Qiu Ye replied softly, looking at the peony in the vase with gentle eyes, and reached out to touch it slightly, "When I was young, I once gave a dried flower bookmark made of peony to my grandpa. ..."

The significance of this flower placed here is self-evident.

"Shaoyao..." Dazai sighed softly, grabbed Qiuya's hand that touched the flower, and held it in his hand, "After hearing the story of the old man and his lover, now I really feel that Shaoyao is very suitable for him, although Qiuya At that time, I didn’t even know the story of Boss Sakuraba.”

Shaoyao has a special liking for love, and the flower language of saying goodbye to each other is quite suitable to describe the love story between the mafia and the bookish lady he found at that time.

"Hmm..." Qiu Ye blinked his light blue eyes, looked at the man who was so close that he couldn't see the iris eyes with a smile, then moved and kissed the corner of his mouth.

The sound of 'chirp' sounded quite loud in the quiet morning.

Qiu also turned her head back after the kiss, and tidied up the kimono she wore when she woke up in early winter, "I've already given you the good morning kiss, and now you're standing here to block me from going out to make breakfast." .”

When the man bent over, he leaned on both sides of the desk and the chair, just stuck Qiu Ye in the position and couldn't get out.

"Speaking of which, yesterday I asked the president to ask for leave for the two of us, and we can go to Hakone next week." Dazai moved out of his body, followed Qiuya after he walked out, and walked into the kitchen together , "So after the final exam is over in a few days, Qiu and I can leave the two brats behind and go on a trip."

A new week starts tomorrow, and it happens to be the final exam week of the municipal university where Shuya is. It is a great idea to go on a trip after finishing that.

"Hey, I'm planning to finish the exam in a few days and tell the president, have you already applied for me in advance?" Qiu Ye said in surprise, it's rare for this guy Dazai to arrange things like a plan before him up.After entering the kitchen, he found that Xing Jie-kun had woken up, and after making breakfast, he stopped the conversation between the two of them, raised his hand and greeted the boy, "Good morning, Xing Jie-kun, are you still used to your new home?"

He has never discussed too many things between him and Dazai in front of the two children, for fear that it will affect them.After all, even Shuya, who is a lover, feels that Dazai's character is, um... a bit unreliable.

"I told the president when he came here yesterday," Dazai followed into the kitchen, glanced at Yusuke who was making miso soup, and continued with a normal expression, "At that time, the president reminded me again, When can we get married?"

"Hey!"

Qiu Ye blushed and interrupted, the two children still didn't know about the two of them being together, he planned to wait until the two of them were older.

This kind of thing, he and Shinji have already guessed...

Sighing helplessly, Oda Yukisuke looked up at him with a worried expression, and from the corner of his eye he kept looking at Shuya brother on his side: "Such things, Shinji and I have already guessed the relationship between the two of you as lovers." .”

He lowered his head and found the soup bowls for several people in the cupboard, and said in a slightly aggrieved tone, "It's just a little reconciled, brother Qiuye is such a good man."

Why was it monopolized by this mafia guy?

"...Thank you." The family's consent and blessings are the most important thing. Shuya looked at Kosuke with an awkward expression and chuckled, "Although you always target Dazai, you agree with him in your heart. Previously, dreams were Become Kosuke-kun of the mafia."

After speaking, he leaned back and leaned against Dazai's body behind him, and the other party wrapped his arms around Qiuya's waist very smoothly.

"Stupid, stupid! That was my wish four or five years ago!" Xingsuke said angrily, cleared his throat and pretended to be serious, "The ideal now is to become a tennis player. By the way, during the winter vacation, I will go back to school to compete next year. It's time for the training camp, and I'll be staying at Vice Minister Sanada's house."

Shinji, who just woke up and came down from his bedroom on the second floor, heard this, and stuck his head out of the living room into the kitchen: "Ah—wasn't there me in the training camp? Sure enough, I'd better apply to other schools later, Tokyo How is Qingxue?"

It has to be said that this child seems to be developing in the direction of a dark belly.

Taking over the job of filling the soup for Kosuke who went out to explain that he would bring Shinji to training camp, Shuya very smoothly made breakfast for several people with a Dazai stuck behind him.

"Dazai is stealing food again." Hearing the sound of drinking soup from behind, Qiuya reluctantly put down the shovel for frying fish fillets, turned her head and saw her lover, with one hand still around his waist On the top, the other hand holds up a wooden stick to drink the miso soup.He reached out and took back the half-empty bowl of soup, and put it back on the desk, "You are 22 years old, Mr. Stupid, do you still have the habit of stealing food—"

Really, this guy has been stealing the snacks he made for his five children since he was a child, and he hasn't changed his habit until now.

"Then if there's anything I can eat, I won't steal, uh..."

The mouth of the man who spoke as if nothing had happened was blocked. At that moment, he widened his iris eyes in surprise, and slowly tightened his hands on his lover's waist.

The sound of oil frying fish in the pan covered the sound of kissing.

A few minutes later, Shuya panted and pushed Dazai away, turned around and continued to look at the fish fillets that were somewhat stained on the bottom, and whispered, "It's jelly that tastes like miso soup."

Dazai's lips were as soft as a piece of jelly.

"Then what I ate was Shuya-flavored jelly." Dazai continued to wrap his hands around his lover's waist with a smile on his face, resting his chin on his shoulder and watching Qiuya struggling to save the fish fillet, "It's really super— —Super sweet."

At the last table, only Dazai's fish fillet was burnt for the breakfast of the four of them, which was burnt more than all the other people's, but this man ate it as if he didn't care.

"By the way, Shuya." Shinji, who was sitting in the opposite row, seemed to think of something, put down the soup bowl in his hand and looked up at Qiuya, "Sure enough, it's not allowed to plant fruit trees in a cottage by the sea, they were planted yesterday. That orange tree, all the oranges that came to the door today were eaten by seagulls."

The ten-year-old child looked at Qiuya with an expression of "really, there is nothing you can do, but it's just not possible".

"Huh?" Qiu Ye was full of question marks.

What kind of fruit tree, he doesn't know at all?

"Ah, I forgot to mention." Dazai finally cut a piece of meat from the burnt fish fillet, looked up, and explained the origin of the orange tree, "Didn't Qiu fell asleep after drinking a glass of red wine last night?"

"Eh..." Qiu Ye, who really remembered such a thing, nodded stiffly, "Well, then what?"

Didn't Dazai say that he would only sleep well when he was drunk?

"Well, Dr. Yosano who was also drunk afterwards shook you awake," Dazai recalled the situation at that time, nodding his chin and looking at the two-story ceiling thinking, "She said she wanted to eat a cantaloupe, and then asked Qiu also planted one."

Qiu Ye: "... Then did I plant it?"

"I planted it." This time it was Xingsuke who answered, and he nodded, "Just plant it and you can pick the melon in a few seconds, and everyone eats it together."

"Then Shuya-san, you suddenly said that you wanted to eat oranges, so you planted an orange tree next to it." Shinji continued, "But after you planted it, you went back to sleep and didn't eat it."

And this morning when he woke up and went to the backyard, he found that all the oranges on it had been eaten by seagulls, and brother Qiuye didn't eat any of them.

Qiu Ye's eyes were dead, "I swear, I will never drink alcohol in the future, even if it is a little bit!"

"Well," Dazai reached out and patted his lover's head, and pinched his cheek with a smile, "Anyway, it's a cute move, and it won't cause big trouble, so it's not a big problem."

Although Qiu also said that he would not drink it, it is hard to say whether Dazai will coax him to drink it in the future.

'Ding dong——'

Just when the two adults in the house were about to fight, the sound of the doorbell came from the villa.

"Huh? Is there any other furniture that hasn't arrived yet?" Qiu Ye, who finished breakfast first, looked around the house, stood up suspiciously and asked everyone.

After getting a very unified shake of the head from the other three people, he walked to the entrance and opened the door, and was so startled that he took two steps back.

Outside the door was a tall man in a beige trench coat with wine red hair.

After the door opened, the man looked at the one in front of him with a smile. He almost looked at Qiu Ye who had grown up from a boy to a remarkable young man. He reached into the pocket of the windbreaker lining and took out one that had been touched many times. Dried crape myrtle flower bookmarks that are already looking very old.

"It is said that as long as I come here with this bookmark, then I can go home," the man handed the dried flower bookmark in front of Qiu Ye, and smiled at the fact that he couldn't help crying. He wanted to call Qiu Ye the boy, "Qiuya, I'm back—"

The winter sun is angry at the sea seen from this sea view room. After the early winter sun shines on the calm sea, it comes to this man in a beige windbreaker.

"Well, it's true that as long as you bring a bookmark, you can go home," Qiu Ye nodded while sniffing, the tears in the corners of his eyes had been touched by the slender eyelashes and dripped on the floor of the entrance the moment he blinked. .

Raising his hand to wipe away his tears, Shuya raised his head and smiled as an elder,

"Welcome home, Oda-san."

——End of text——