King of 25 Cubs

"The gang members hand-knit sweater scarves, absolutely fidelity, don't miss it when you pass by!"

At the flea market in front of the Guerrilla Street subway station, my stall welcomed a large number of tourists.

"This scarf is so expensive, is it really made by gangsters?"

A tourist with a family and a family picked up a scarf with a matryoshka pattern and asked me suspiciously.

"Of course it's true. Honesty is the most important thing in my business. You can see if you don't believe me—"

I lifted the cloth-covered board, which was covered with photos of members of the House of the Dead knitting sweaters and scarves.

"See their tattoos? Absolutely local gang."

I enthusiastically made an introduction, and slid my fingers across the other photos, and landed on one of them: "The youngest child in the middle without tattoos is called Tuo Xiaotaro, the son of the previous leader."

"This kid is pretty good..." The tourist muttered, "Do you have any sweaters he knitted? I want to buy one for my child."

"Yes, of course there is!"

I quickly dug out children's sweaters of various colors: "Look at how cute the patterns on this set of dolls are, and how local they are."

The tourists were still hesitating, and I realized vigilantly that the other party wanted to bargain with me.

It is impossible to bargain, and it is impossible to bargain in this life.

So before the other party spoke, I told a touching story to the tourists who were attracted by the gang:

"This organization is called "The Rats of the Dead House". It was originally a black gang that couldn't be any more black. They cheated, murdered and set fire, and did everything.In recent years, the government has stepped up its efforts to crack down on gang crimes. The previous leader, Dostoevsky, was a kind Russian.But transforming into a formal enterprise takes time and requires talents. The members of the "Rats of the Dead House" can do nothing but kill. They have no education and no skills. The road to whitewashing is long and difficult. "

"The leader of the previous generation wanted to lead his brothers to live a good life, but he was in poor health and often fell seriously ill, so the old leader who knew that his time was running out held Tuo Xiaotaro's hand before he died, and left his last words—"

I cleared my throat, my voice was low and trembling, and I was crying slightly: "Son, the organization is the most worrying thing about my death. Your uncles, uncles, brothers and brothers have a hard life, and it is helpless to join the gang. If you can walk the right path, who would not want to be a good person who is upright, kind, and able to contribute to society?"

"They have no relatives or friends, the organization is their home, the brothers of the organization are their family, and you will be their common son in the future! You must lead them on a bright path!"

Speaking of this, my tone suddenly changed, full of pride and impassioned, and Pushkin, who was suffering from poor business at the stall next door, turned on the radio at the right time and played the super-burning BGM that shocked the soul.

"As everyone's common son, in order to let the 'dads' in the organization go on the right path, Tuo Xiaotaro spent sleepless nights and nights, searched through the classics, and finally found a gang transformation path suitable for the "rats of the dead house", that is -"

I took out "48 Weaving Skills - Weaving a scarf for my grandson that my classmates agreed to read (Russian)" and held it up high as a sacred book:

"Tuo Xiaotaro found it!"

"He found the characteristic development path of the organization! He found the way to lead all fathers out of poverty and become rich! That is the weaving handicraft industry!"

Speaking of excitement, the audience applauded cracklingly.

I raised my hand slightly to signal, and the surrounding became quiet again.

"Since then, the "Rats of the Dead House" has changed, the atmosphere of the organization has become more harmonious, and the smiles on the faces of the fathers have increased. They finally managed to earn the first living expenses with their hardworking hands, a sum of money that was not stained with blood, Clean money.They are finally no longer the members of the gangsters who used to be rats crossing the street and everyone yelling and beating them! "

"By the way, the title page of this book has the autograph of Tuo Xiaotaro. As a great leader who successfully brought the organization to the light, his name is destined to leave a strong mark in Russian history for future generations to look up to!"

……

Finally, with my good tongue, I managed to trick a group of tourists into tears, sold 48 scarves and [-] sweaters at no price, and even sold three copies of "Tuo Kotaro Autographed" "[-] Weaving Techniques".

Pushkin stared dumbfounded at me sitting on the stool with my legs crossed and counting the money. He didn't care about the fact that I threw him to the suburbs before, so he ran over to me secretly and asked, "Are those photos real?"

I didn't raise my head: "Really, everyone is working hard to earn living expenses with hardworking hands."

"Did they really knit the sweater and scarf?"

"How is it possible." I said disapprovingly, "I went to the factory to order urgently."

After a pause, I continued: "The reason why I went to the factory to order is because they haven't finished weaving yet, and I'm in a hurry to spend money."

"You still plan to sell 'real goods'?!"

"Of course!" I rolled my eyelids: "I'm an honest businessman, so of course I want to sell genuine products!"

For a moment, Pushkin's eyes seemed to say: I believe you are a ghost!

I pinched my chin and thought, "If it's genuine, the price will naturally be doubled."

"Tch, I knew it... By the way, the autograph of that little Taro Toto—"

"It's also fake." I interrupted Pushkin and said lightly, "I asked his father to sign it."

"May I ask, if I join this organization, can I make money with you? I only need [-]% of the dividend... No, [-]% will do!"

My face darkened in an instant: "Dare to join "The Rat of the House of Death", believe it or not, I will interrupt your dog legs, and let you silently write "If Life Deceived You" 100 million times? ! "

"I just asked, why are you so fierce?"

Pushkin curled his lips, and as soon as he turned his head, he found a pair of deep purple eyes staring at him thoughtfully.

It was a good-looking child, about six or seven years old, with a cold and pale complexion, wearing a snow cap, coughing constantly, looking weak, and looking like he could fall down at any time.

Pushkin recognized the child in the photo, and almost poked the other's nose with his stubby fingers: "Ah, Kotaro Toro!"

Fyodor coughed twice, glanced at Pushkin, and said in a flat tone: "A most noble person can also become ignorant and rude due to habit, even to the point of inhumanity."

I thought about it: "For example, your habit of biting your fingers?"

"..." Fyodor was silent for a moment, and decided to ignore my complaints: "Is everything sold out?"

"It's sold out." I quickly stood up and closed the stall: "Wait for me a moment."

"That's the end of the stall?" Pushkin looked at the sky: "It's still bright now, help me sell a few more nesting dolls."

"Pushkin." I patted him on the shoulder and said solemnly, "When will you stand up? I don't want to raise another son."

Pushkin: "Who the hell is your son!"

I pointed at Fyodor innocently: "He."

Fyodor: "..."

·

When I returned to the stronghold of the "Rat of the Dead House" with Fyodor, I found that the atmosphere was not right.

The ex-gangsters who were busy knitting sweaters dropped their needles and threads, raised their guns, and surrounded an intruder.

Seeing that person, I was stunned: "Dazai, why did you come here?"

"It's osamu~"

Dazai raised his hands and corrected me with a relaxed tone.

"Boss, he said he was looking for you."

The subordinate glanced at Fyodor, and added in a low voice: "He also said that he is the young master's father."

Just as he was talking, Dazai poked his head out from behind his subordinate, and waved to Fyodor with a happy face: "Tuo Xiaotaro, don't you know me? Call Dad!"

Fyodor: "..."

I:"……"

Didn't you want to admit it before?

Seeing that neither of us spoke, the subordinate pushed Dazai's shoulder heavily with the barrel of a gun, pushing him to a stagger.

"Be honest, don't move! If you move again, I will kill you!"

"Oh, be gentle!" I pulled Dazai out of the crowd, and rubbed his shoulder: "Does it hurt?"

Dazai showed a pretendingly strong expression, and said pitifully, "It's okay, if you love me, I won't."

Me: "... the show is over, pay attention!"

The leader's subordinate scratched his shiny bald head, and looked at us hesitantly: "So... this man is your lover, leader?"

Dazai raised his hand and glanced at Fyodor with a half-smile: "Yes, yes, your leader killed Dostoevsky just to be with me~"

I:"……"

The eyes of the subordinates flickered, and they looked at Fyodor with pity, and I instantly became the black widow who killed my original wife for their mistress.

[The mistress is true love, the original partner is an accident~] The system laughed and screamed in my mind.

[Then Fyodor is the Cinderella who can't lift her head up in front of her stepfather, lives in the kitchen, only works and doesn't eat, and is bullied? 】

I shuddered, disgusted by the brain supplement of the system.

"Women are not ruthless, and their status is unstable." I said dryly, holding up a stack of recently earned money, shaking it: "Do you want living expenses, or do you want to be beaten?"

The subordinates chose to bend their waists for five buckets of rice: "...living expenses."

Just as I was distributing money to everyone, Dazai and Fyodor quietly left the stronghold.

·

Outside the base.

Although there were occasional confrontations before, this should be the first time the two met face to face.

Fyodor sneered, and spoke first: "I didn't expect your hobby to be ntr."

Dazai leaned against the wall, squinting his eyes.

"I'm not really interested in ntr, but it's very meaningful to be able to wear a green hat for the devil Fyodor."

"So you admit that Maria originally belonged to me?"

"No, you got one thing wrong."

Dazai bent down slightly, and said condescendingly: "You are just Taro Toro, and she is not Maria, you only have a mother-child relationship... oh yes!"

Dazai tapped his palm: "The night you were hospitalized a few days ago, did you know why your mother didn't go back to the hospital? Because she was with me all the time."

He lowered his voice, and his voice was ambiguous and long: "Tuo Xiaotaro, your mother is awesome!"

Fyodor: "..."

·

After talking to my subordinates, Dazai and I went home.

"What did you say to Fyodor?"

I asked her curiously.

"I prepared for a long time, and finally admitted that he is my son, but he didn't want to call me dad."

Dazai squeezed his chin, pretending to regret.

I glanced at him: "Probably because you don't have clean, straight hair."

Dazai rubbed his head and muttered softly: "Aren't curly hair cute?"

"Cute... ah, the ring!"

I passed by the previous jewelry store again, and ran over happily: "This time I have all the money, I can buy it...Huh?!"

Behind the window where the cat pair of rings used to be, a new ring has been replaced.

"Miss clerk, where's the pair of black and white cat rings?" I pointed to the position of the window: "It was placed here before!"

The clerk glanced at Dazai behind me inadvertently, and her eyes drifted for a moment: "Uh... it's already sold out. We only have one set of rings for each pair in our family. If we sell them, there will be no identical rings."

"Huh? Someone bought it so soon?!" I lowered my eyes in disappointment: "Okay then."

Pulling Dazai out of the jewelry store, I held out my hand to him and said with a smile, "Do you want to wear it for me yourself?"

"Oh, you found out."

Dazai scratched the fluffy hair on the back of his head, and said with a slightly regretful tone, "Miss Clerk's acting skills are too bad."

As he said that, he took out the jewelry box and said brokenly: "I have helped the KGB catch a few spies in the past few days, it's been really hard...here, put them on."

I stared at the black cat on the ring finger ring against the sun, then turned my head to look at the white cat on Dazai's finger, and curled up my lips.

"Hey, what do you want to eat tonight?"

I elbowed Dazai.

"Eat yugo~"

"I mean, rice, what do you want to eat?"

"Just eat yugo."

"Okay, what do you eat before you eat me?"

"Hmm..." Dazai squeezed his chin and considered for a long time, then tapped his palm: "It's better to eat Yuka."

"You are really enough!"

……

My scarves and sweaters are still selling well for the next few days, and demand exceeds supply.

Fyodor stayed next to my booth most of the time, quietly sitting on a small stool and flipping through a book, but his appearance became a living sign of the products.

This state is a bit like when he traveled with Maria in the first week, but now our identities are reversed.

Sometimes Dazai would go to help the Russian government, and after he was done, he would go to my stall and bicker with Fyodor, and occasionally he would go for a walk in the stronghold of the "Rat of the Dead House" to sit down as his "wife" " and "stepfather" identity.

I believe that the opportunity to solve Maria's residual consciousness lies in Fyodor;

And Fyodor is waiting for the moment that will appear in me and the world will completely merge.

Time passed unhurriedly, and I don't know how long this apparent peace will last.

"I don't know if I can still catch up with the university entrance exam in January next year."

I said a little worried.

But only a week later, before I could sell an actual gangsta scarf, I got a call from Natasha—

"Maria, I want to go back to the town to visit Dean Karama, do you want to come with me?"

The author has something to say:

The noblest man may by habit become ignorant and rude, even to the point of inhumanity.

——I don’t know where it came from, but it’s the original sentence of San San Tuo.

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It will probably be over by next Thursday.

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感谢在2020-09-0823:53:09~2020-09-1015:10:02期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of white peach;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!