King of 25 Cubs

I originally planned to go home, but after thinking about it, I turned back to the port of Mafia.

Logically speaking, no matter how hard Akutagawa was beaten, I shouldn't care about it. After all, it was his master disciplined his disciples, and I, an outsider, have no right to comment.

But if Dazai shoots him down, Xiaoyin will have no brother.

I don't need to take care of Akutagawa, but I still have to take care of Xiaoyin.

Sure enough, when I got back to port Mafia, Akutagawa was being beaten.

Xiaoyin was also there, almost crying the moment Dazai drew his gun.

"Forget it, Mr. Dazai, calm down."

I pressed Dazai's gun, and persuaded in a good voice: "Akutagawa is still a child, because Xiaoyin is about to cry. The tears of a girl are so precious."

Dazai turned his head, and when his originally indifferent gaze fell on me, it instantly became vivid.

"It's obvious that Matilda is also a child." His eyes were slightly bent, and he pinched his chin thoughtfully, "Why is there such a big gap between children?"

I said with a bitter face, "Just like cadres are different from cadres."

"Is Matilda saying that I can't catch up with Chuya?" Dazai pouted dissatisfiedly: "Matilda likes Chuya very much, right? But I like you far more than Chuya~ "

He paused for a moment, shook his head, and changed his words: "No, it should be said that everyone in Mafia at the port likes Matilda more than I like."

Fuck me, please let me go!

I'm a women's bigwig who pulls out bigger than you!

I was silent for a moment, took a deep breath, and read dryly: "Let me tell you a joke: the chick told the duckling that I like you very much. Mr. Dazai, guess what the duckling said?"

Dazai blinked and asked curiously, "What did you say?"

I said blankly, "You don't have to, duck."

Dazai: "..."

Dazai laughed again, and I think his smile may have gone too far.

Is this funny?Am I not telling a bad joke?

After a few words, Akutagawa probably recovered. He got up from the ground and looked at me unwillingly: "No matter what, I will surpass Matilda-senpai! Even if I like Mr. Dazai!"

I:"???"

No, what are you comparing with me?And I don't like Dazai!

"..." I stroked Xiaoyin's head reassuringly, and tried to liven up the atmosphere: "I'm a master of women's clothing, do you want to surpass me in this regard?"

Unexpectedly, Akutagawa was taken aback for a moment, and then he thought seriously.

Immediately, he pursed his lips, as if he had made some kind of determination, and said in a very embarrassed way: "Just, even in this respect, I can—"

I took a deep breath: "Shut up Akutagawa, I want to beat you up if I continue talking."

In order to prevent Akutagawa from being beaten by Dazai, I took out my wallet, pulled out a few banknotes and stuffed them into Xiaoyin's hands: "Take your brother to the night market, I remember you said last time that the crepes in a certain store are delicious coming."

Just as he was about to take back the wallet, Dazai suddenly grabbed his wrist.

"Mr. Dazai?"

He looked at the wallet in my hand, under the drooping eyelashes, the dark mist continued to gather into clouds.

"this is not……"

"Oh, what Mr. Chuya gave me is a gift from the leader to the new entrants."

I quickly withdrew my hand and put the wallet back into my pocket.

This time, it can't be stolen by Dazai again, otherwise I really can't get it back.

Dazai didn't make any movement to stop him, he just hooked the corners of his lips and looked at me with a slightly indifferent eyes that seemed to know everything.

"It's probably not my illusion, Matilda doesn't seem to like me very much."

I gave Xiaoyin a wink and told her to take Akutagawa away quickly.

"You misunderstood, I don't dislike you." I shook my head and said solemnly.

"Oh? That means Matilda likes me too?"

If there is no dislike, then it is like, what kind of logic is this?

I took a deep breath and said, "You are just my boss, I don't like you, but I don't hate you either. As for what you like about me..."

I paused, and continued to say seriously: "Mr. Dazai, the bond between people is precious and fragile. If the relationship you give is too different, it will not be able to maintain it sooner or later. If you treat me like you are The kind of liking of kittens and puppies on the side of the road, like I said, is really unnecessary."

Dazai pursed the corners of his lips, showing a bored expression: "But I hate dogs."

Oh yeah, I almost forgot, the last thing this guy likes are dogs.

"So...do you think it's unfair?"

Dazai sighed, his voice was as soft as a gust of wind.

I blinked blankly.

He didn't say a word, just turned and left.

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Regarding the fact that he was almost scammed by the phone, Akutagawa said that he must find his way back.

The kid had top-notch mobility, and quickly found out the identity of the scammer, and even ran to cut off a little finger of the scammer.

As a result, the swindler was frightened by Akutagawa's brutality and his identity as a port mafia. Afraid of further retaliation, he turned himself in and asked the police to take him in.

Then the police gave Akutagawa a red pennant with six gilt characters written on it——Yokohama Enthusiastic Citizens.

"I heard that the last person who received this pennant was Mr. Chuya."

Brother Huaarm, my subordinate, gossiped with me.

Me: "I always think I can imagine it."

Akutagawa who received the pennant shut himself up on the spot, then roared and tore the pennant into pieces with Rashomon.

Nakahara just passed by, looked at Akutagawa with empathetic and sympathetic eyes, and then patted him on the shoulder.

"I know."

Zhong Yuanzhong also sighed, and was about to leave when I stopped him.

"Hey, Mr. Chuya!"

I handed him the beautifully wrapped box.

"It was agreed to give you a new wallet."

"You really bought it." Zhong Yuan Zhong also held the box in one hand and scratched his hair unnaturally: "That... thank you, it cost you a lot."

I blinked one eye at him: "Open it and have a look~"

Zhongyuan Zhong also heard the words, opened the packing box directly, and his eyes lit up when he saw the new wallet.

"You have good taste, kid!"

He couldn't put it down, picked up the wallet and looked left and right, and finally put the cards and cash in his pocket directly into it.

Seeing that he was so satisfied, I rubbed my nose and said embarrassedly: "Actually, I don't know what to buy. I just met Miss Hongye in the store, and she helped me choose."

At that time, when I was in a high-end leather goods store, I was dazzled by the selection of wallets. Suddenly, a slender hand stretched out behind me, pointed to the wallet on the shelf above my head, and said, "This one is good."

I thought it was a shop assistant at first, but when I looked back and saw the iconic oiran attire, I instantly realized that it was Ozaki Momiji, one of the five cadres of Port Mafia.

I immediately stood up, lowered my head slightly and called out: "Lord Hongye!"

"They're all out shopping, you don't have to be so cautious."

Koyo Ozaki covered her lips with a folding fan, and there was a slight smile in her voice: "You bought it for Chuya, right?"

I nodded slightly: "Yes."

"The one I just pointed out, what do you think?"

I glanced back.

The exterior of the wallet is pure black without any pattern, and there is a shiny little sun metal logo in the corner. Open the wallet, and the inner layer is dark brown.

At a glance, it has the taste of Chuya in the Central Plains.

"Wow, I think this is so exciting!"

Ozaki Koye chuckled and asked, "How does it feel?"

"Mr. Nakaya's feeling." I waved and called the clerk: "Please pack this wallet for me."

After buying the purse, in order to thank Koyo Ozaki, I wanted to treat her to dinner, but she only asked me to treat her to a cup of milk tea.

"Speaking of which, this is the first time this concubine drinks this."

Ozaki Hongye took a sip of taro milk tea with an attitude of trying, showing surprise in his eyes: "Although it has a clear flavor, it's also delicious."

"Yes, yes, it's super delicious!" I grinned and bit the straw, and said vaguely, "Which girl can resist the charm of milk tea."

"Do these girls also include Matilda?"

Koyo Ozaki said with a smile.

I froze for a moment: "I'm not a girl, I'm a big guy in women's clothing."

"Don't worry, I won't tell Chuya that you are a girl." Ozaki Koyo raised his index finger at me and made a gesture of hissing, with a bit of teasing in his expression waiting to see a good show: "Let's see when he can Find out for yourself."

I instantly felt that this sister was very interesting.

So I held her hand, looked at her with burning eyes and said, "Can I call you Miss Hongye?"

Koyo Ozaki smiled slightly: "Of course."

"Sister Hongye, can we go shopping together next time?"

Koyo Ozaki laughed: "Of course, you are welcome to play with me too. Does Matilda like kimonos?"

……

That's how I got acquainted with Koyo Ozaki, and made an appointment to go to her office for afternoon tea the next day.

In fact, I don’t think it’s possible for the cadres at the port Mafia to be so approachable and talkative, but I heard that Chuya Nakahara was also brought up by Momiji Ozaki, so it’s probably because of Chuya Nakahara that she was so kind to me.

The day after Chuya Nakahara received the wallet, I received a message from Dazai.

[Today I'm also trying to kill myself: Matilda, I have a fever. 】

I am puzzled.

If you have a fever, take medicine or see a doctor, I will not treat others.

I thought about it and sent him a message back:

【My best Matilda in the world: Shall I ask Akutagawa to buy medicine for you? 】

After a while—

[I'm also trying to find a dead duck today: Are you sure I can take the medicine Akutagawa bought?Will you not see Santuchuan directly after eating? 】

No, your little apprentice is not so useless that he can't even buy medicine, at most he just brought back all the antipyretics from the entire pharmacy.

But I still followed his words and replied:

【My best Matilda in the world: Isn't this just fulfilling your long-cherished wish? 】

Dazai didn't talk to me after that, and it was dark by the time I finished my work.

I checked my phone, but Dazai still didn't call me back.

"It's not really sick, is it?"

I muttered uncertainly.

I originally wanted to call Akutagawa, but after thinking about it, I decided to forget it, and then I strolled to Dazai's office, and when I opened the door, I found no one inside, but the portrait on the wall surprised me.

"Is this the portrait that scared Alice to tears?"

Although I can't see what was painted, it just inexplicably gives people a very depressing and terrifying feeling.

I complained in my heart that "paintings are as poisonous as people", and after leaving the office, I sent an email to Hirotsu Liunan of Black Lizard:

[Mr. Hirotsu, which room is Mr. Dazai's dormitory? ——by Matilda]

Based on what I know about Dazai, he probably doesn't have a private residence, and even if he does, he won't let others know.

Guangjin Liulang sent a room number, and I frowned.

This seems to be the dormitory we lived in before.

Immediately, I didn’t really want to go there, so I asked Brother Huaarm to buy some medicine and send it over directly——Brother Huaarm is very useful, but he didn’t keep the door open, and the melons on my body were all shaken out by him .

Just when I was thinking about whether to promote Brother Hua Arm, I received a call from him.

"Master Matilda, I knocked on the door for a long time, but no one opened."

In the end, I had to go out myself and pry open the door lock with a wire.

"Mr. Dazai, are you there?"

The room was pitch black, I walked in with the paper bag containing the medicine, fumbled to turn on the light, my steps stopped when I saw the scene in front of me, and I froze in place.

It's like time travel, I went back to three years ago.

The furnishings in the room are almost exactly the same as when I left.

The sleeping space for two people is not big, Dazai hardly owns anything, and the whole room is almost taken up by my things.

There are gaudy succulent flower pots on the window sill. The plants in them are probably dead, and now there are only empty flower pots left.

In the small, cramped living room, there is a soft, rollable rug, and my blankets are piled on top of the brightly colored beanbag sofa.

In the past, Dazai always liked to wrap himself in a blanket, curl up on the bean bag sofa and play games.

Usually it's a level that I can't beat, so I throw it to him.

There are ugly graffiti on the wall, two eyes and one mouth can barely be seen.

At that time, it seemed that I was joking and said that I would draw a portrait of Dazai. After the painting was finished, Dazai hung the portrait on the wall with a smile.

It's obviously so ugly.

There is also a glass tank for keeping turtles. The turtle named "mackerel" was stewed by Dazai, and now only aquatic plants are left to grow unscrupulously and savagely, and the tank is full of vibrant greenery.

Just when I was almost lost in memory, there was a faint coughing sound from the inner bedroom.

"Cough cough..."

I came back to my senses, went to the bedroom and knocked on the door.

"Mr. Dazai. I'm going in."

I pushed open the door, and the lights were not turned on in the bedroom either. By the moonlight, I could vaguely see Dazai curled up in the quilt, with only a little bit of fluffy hair exposed.

"I brought you medicine."

Turn on the lamp on the bedside table, and I put the medicine on the cabinet.

Dazai slowly tore off the quilt, looked at me with misty eyes, and suddenly showed an illusory smile.

"Are you back?"

He forced himself to sit up, and said in a soft, nasal tone, "Is it because you don't trust me?"

Dazai grabbed my hand and placed it pitifully on his hot forehead.

"I have a fever. If I leave it alone, you will come to my rescue, won't you?"

Alarm bells were ringing in my heart.

"Mr. Dazai, are you confused?"

I pointed to my nose and said word by word: "Don't mistake me, I'm Matilda."

After meeting my eyes, Dazai's blurred eyes gradually regained clarity.

Then he recovered, as well as the heavy, thorny sense of alienation on his body, as if the soft illusion was suddenly torn off, revealing the devastation covered by the dense white bones.

In the dark room, there are only clocks hanging on the wall, making continuous "da da da" sounds, trying to struggle to escape, or tear this suffocating cage.

However, this frozen atmosphere only lasted for less than half a minute, as if he couldn't hold on anymore, he fell on the bed in a daze, covered his eyes with his hands, and said sleepily: "So it's Mattie. Da, I thought..."

I suddenly asked coldly: "Who do you think it is?"

Dazai didn't speak for a long time, and after a long time, he slowly raised the corners of his lips.

"A man who left long ago."

I looked at the smile on the corner of his lips, and suddenly felt that the curvature was a bit harsh.

I sighed: "You better stop laughing."

You obviously don't want to laugh, do you?

"But that man told me to smile more."

Dazai spoke in that light, weightless voice.

That's exactly what I said.

It's been too long, and the memory is frayed. I can only vaguely recall that a certain gloomy little ghost who lived in the same room at that time always kept a cold face and stared at him with unflattering eyes that seemed to be able to see through a person's life. He was staring at people, causing other Mafia members in the port to avoid him when they saw him.

So there was a conversation like this -

"I think the surname Dazai is very good."

The black-haired boy lay lazily on the carpet, flipping through the "How to Avoid Accidental Injury" I gave him, and asked casually, "Why do you say that?"

"It's just... dazai, it's a smiling mouth at the end of the reading."

"Look!" I repeated dazai again, and continued: "So I don't like to add honorific titles like 'Jun' or 'Sang' after your surname, I feel that when I call you with a smile, even my mood It's all going to get better."

The young man flicked the pages of the book for a moment, and the expression on his face seemed to freeze.

He was dazed with a little helplessness, as if he had been hit in the heart suddenly by a bullet, thinking that he was going to die.

Turns out it wasn't a bullet, but a candy.

It hurts, but it's also sweet.

After a long time, he said slowly: "Well, it's true, I didn't find out before."

I tilted my head and said with a smile: "So Dazai, you should be like your surname. Smile more, it's so cute when you smile."

The black-haired boy blinked, and suddenly proposed very seriously: "Then do you want to try calling my name?"

"'osamu'?" I shook my head thoughtfully, and refused: "There is no catchy 'Dazai'."

"But osamu read... the mouth shape at the end."

14-year-old Osamu Dazai whimpered, rolling around on the fluffy carpet like a cat, with his hair messed up.

It really looks like a lazy fried cat.

He turned his back to me in anger and didn't speak again.

What is that word, unfortunately, I didn't ask at the beginning, and it's hard to say it now.

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感谢在2020-01-3120:36:30~2020-02-0122:21:26期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Pheasant Sifazi, Chuanji_1;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 30 bottles of Aliang; I love you in Kajiang! 10 bottles; 2 bottles of Jinmu; Mu Chen, Qi Luoshan, and Chuya did not grow taller today by 1 bottle;

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