Are you Yokohama people like this?

There were three people sitting in the dimly lit bar, one of them was wearing a long black windbreaker with a bandage on his right eye, and a head of black curly hair softly wrapped around his ears. He looked like a teenager.

On the other side sat a young man in a suit and leather shoes and wearing glasses, and sitting between the two was Tong Ye himself.

Shaking the wine glass in his hand leisurely, the ice cubes hit the glass and made a crisp sound.

Osamu Dazai looked at the person next to him who had knocked his head on the edge of the bar, and his consciousness was clearly in chaos, he folded his hand on his chin and repeated inexplicably:

"Dazai... sir?"

He paused, and regardless of whether the obedient master could hear his words clearly, he said with a bit of humor in his words: "Is this a new type of joke?"

The person being questioned lowered his head and did not respond at all. Ango Sakaguchi sat aside and calmly pushed his glasses, "This is completely drunk."

"probably."

The black-haired, curly-haired boy replied casually, put away the sleeves that were still held in someone's hand very casually, and took another sip from the wine glass.

Seeing this, Ango Sakaguchi couldn't help but let out a long sigh, pinched the bridge of his nose and began to complain to Osamu Dazai:

"That's why I said from the beginning not to let Tong Ye-kun drink, Dazai, every time you bring Tong Ye-kun here, you will trick him into drinking. You know that he can't hold alcohol at all, and after getting drunk, you send people here casually." Throw it away, and I will be the one who wipes your ass in the end!"

"I didn't trick him into drinking. He said that he would celebrate the end of the mission. You heard that, Ango." Osamu Dazai shrugged nonchalantly.

"If you weren't around to stimulate him with words, how could he get drunk."

Hearing this, Ango Sakaguchi pressed his forehead with a headache, ignored him, took out his cell phone from his pocket and started sending text messages.

Osamu Dazai glanced at him calmly, and asked curiously, "Who are you texting?"

Sakaguchi Ango quickly pressed the phone without looking up, "Send it to the person you least want to see."

Osamu Dazai paused, put down his wine glass and smiled: "...I don't think it's a certain slug, right?"

"clever."

"..."

Ango Sakaguchi pressed the send button, put away the phone and continued: "Let's talk about Dazai first, if Toya-kun wants to settle the score tomorrow, I will confess you without hesitation. In addition, if Oda Saku mentions this matter, I will I won't intercede for you either."

Osamu Dazai looked at him with hurt eyes, "Ango, you have changed."

The blue veins on the forehead of Ango Sakaguchi twitched wildly, suppressing his anger and said: "You were like this last time, but something happened the next day and you immediately ran to the mission, leaving me here alone to deal with your mess."

"Then you can just contact Oda Saku directly, why did you call that slug over?"

"Odasaku is still on a mission, and he specifically asked me to contact Mr. Zhongyuan first if something happened to Tong Yejun."

Osamu Dazai sighed sadly: "Now my status in Odasaku's heart is no longer comparable to that little dwarf."

Ango Sakaguchi said lightly: "As long as it's about Tong Ye-kun, you are undoubtedly at the bottom."

He paused, and suggested with a serious expression: "Dazai, Tong Ya-kun is a very important person to Oda Saku, and you know that, no matter how bad your aura is, you should take Oda Saku's mood into consideration." .”

To be honest, every time Ango Sakaguchi sees Oda Tsukuru's slightly sad expression when he sighs and mentions the relationship between Toya and Dazai, he can't help wiping bitter tears for Oda Tsukuru.

"Impossible," Dazai Osamu lightly brushed the edge of the glass with his fingertips, with a disgusted expression on his expression, "I don't want to get along with this cruel, coquettish, and temper-loving brat."

"Also," he emphasizes, "the fact that he's getting so close to that slug really bothers me."

After all, I was the one who first met Tong Yejun in the organization, but in the end, Mr. Zhongyuan later passed me by. The two ruled out that they were good friends hand in hand, both in reason and in face. Ango Sakaguchi thought silently.

However, what he actually wants to say is that the current situation is also thanks to you, Hua Shi, performing Eighteen Moves without friends...

Ango Sakaguchi was silent for a moment, and was about to say something more, at this moment, a crisp bell rang from the bar, and someone came in.

At this point in time, this bar with such a remote location has few new customers except for familiar regulars like them, so there is no need to look back at all, Sakaguchi Ango guessed who is coming.

"You can figure it out for yourself." He lowered his voice and said something to Osamu Dazai, then sat back in his seat and drank quietly.

Osamu Dazai rested his elbows on the bar, and looked at the person who came with a helpless tone: "Wow, it's really here."

He sarcastically said in a flat tone: "Zhongye, are you Tongye's mother, a text message can make you come here in such a hurry?"

"Shut up Dazai, I haven't settled with you for the last time you secretly poured Tongye wine behind my back, I think your skin is itchy recently, isn't it?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also glared at him very irritablely, and walked straight towards someone leaning on the bar counter who seemed to be dozing off, without saying a word, he directly grabbed his arm and lifted him up.

Osamu Dazai didn't stop him, but he glanced back at the person on his back, and raised his glass as if joking:

"Tong Ye, is the wine good? Will you drink with me next time?"

Nakahara narrowed his eyes and stared at Osamu Dazai dangerously. Before he could say a word, he felt the person on his back struggle suddenly, and then he said something vaguely as if responding to Osamu Dazai's words. :

"Don't drink...don't drink, I'm not yet of age...Mr. Dazai, please be careful...I'm still angry when you threw me off the Ferris wheel last time...If you dare to burp again... Next time, I will let you experience toilet flushing..."

The boy's voice became smaller and smaller, gradually disappeared, and then he fell into a complete coma with a tilt of his head, leaving only Dazai Osamu with a puzzled face and Nakahara Chuya with quake pupils.

Osamu Dazai: ...you are calling Mr. Dazai again, can people become humble and say honorifics when drunk?

Chuya Nakahara: When did the bastard Dazai ask Tongya to go to the amusement park? ?And even threw Tong off the Ferris wheel? ! !kill him--! !

Because there was a young boy who was sleeping soundly lying on his back, Nakahara Nakaya gritted his teeth fiercely, gave Osamu Dazai a ferocious look, and said harsh words to him:

"When Tomorrow Tong is also awake, Dazai, I will come to you in person to discuss the specific matters about the Ferris wheel. You will wait for labor and management."

Osamu Dazai: "...?" What Ferris wheel?

He looked at Ango Sakaguchi suspiciously, but the latter also looked at him with the expression of "you did such a thing", then shook his head in great disappointment, turned his back and started drinking.

Dazai was even more confused.

Until Chuya Nakahara left the bar with Tongya on his back, Osamu Dazai couldn't remember whether he had really done something like throwing people off the Ferris wheel.

However, can it still be like this?

I feel like I've been taught.

It was already the morning of the second day when Tong Ye fully woke up.

The sunlight outside the window shot/into the room through the gaps in the curtains, and quietly sprinkled on his face. He was woken up by the somewhat dazzling light, and Tong also stretched himself in the soft quilt. He opened his eyes comfortably.

Looking at the unfamiliar ceiling above his head, Tong Ye blinked, and looked down at the quilt covering him with some hesitation.

Light gray with no pattern.

This is not his quilt...!

Tong Ye jumped up excitedly from the bed, but before he could straighten up, he groaned again, knelt back on the bed with his head in his arms.

There was a rush of footsteps outside the door, gradually approaching this side, Tong Ye barely raised his head while pressing his aching head, the next second there was a slap, and the door was pushed open.

Zhong Yuanzhong also rushed over in a hurry. As soon as he entered the room, he saw the boy on the bed kneeling on the quilt in a standard posture.

He was taken aback for a moment, and before he had time to think about three steps and made two steps, he rushed up and asked nervously:

"Tong Ye, what happened?! Why are you shouting so loudly?!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also grabbed the boy's wrist, trying to pull him over to take a closer look at what was going on, but as soon as he exerted his strength, he saw the boy looking at him in shock, and then threw him away His hand quickly retracted to the corner of the wall.

The defense and nervousness on the young man's face did not seem to be fake, Zhong Yuan was also shocked by his fierce reaction, he couldn't say anything for a while, just looked at Tong Ye blankly.

Tong Ye also stared at the opposite person with horror on his face, he was so nervous that he almost stuttered:

"Mr. Nakahara, why are you here?!"

There was a sharp pain in the depths of his head, and Tong also felt that his head was a little muddled, and he couldn't figure out the current situation for a while.

Wait...why is Mr. Nakahara here?Where is this again?

Could it be that he was caught by the people of Mafia and forced to drink tea in his dream after just sleeping for a while? !

Has the security factor of Asahina's apartment been so low that no one even noticed that my dear brother was kidnapped? !

Tong also swallowed hard, and his mind began to spin rapidly, preparing to try to save himself in a dangerous situation.

He leaned forward a little, trying to use the pleasant game experience he had spent together in the past to evoke the few friendships between the two. He said with a tight throat:

"Mr. Zhong, Zhongyuan, I haven't seen you for a few days, but your skin has become so flimsy, white and delicate, as if it is extremely radiant and moist like an active high school student... Well, may I ask, where is this place?" ?”

He tried to keep his posture as low as possible, using a pure and innocent heart to collide with the conscience of the person opposite, but who knows, as if stimulated by his words, Zhong Yuanzhong also reacted extremely fiercely, with a voice He yelled angrily.

"Mr. Nakahara...?!!"

"Did I hear you right? What did you call me?? Zhong, Yuan, Mr., Sheng??!"

Nakahara Chuya's face became a little frightening, as if you should try again, and his eyes were fixed on the young man in front of him dangerously.

Tong was also startled by his voice. Under the cold gaze like a viper, he suddenly retracted his leaning body, and immediately curled up in the corner aggrieved.

He grabbed the quilt, and even the quilt was shaken happily by him: "Then, Lord Zhongyuan...?"

"Master Zhongyuan—?!!"

Nakahara Chuya's reaction became even more agitated. He stretched out his arms and grabbed the person in the corner. He suppressed all the struggling behavior of the latter with his hands, and his subordinates pinched Tong Ye's cheeks gently, The voice sounded a little gritted and said:

"I really spoiled you, but I said something to you yesterday morning, and you went to drink with Dazai at night, and now you dare to play a little temper with me?!"

His cheeks were slightly flushed from being pinched, and Tong also said a few words vaguely, but found that he didn't reach the other side at all, he couldn't help a whimper deep in his throat, and his expression instantly became pitiful.

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought that he had used too much strength, so he subconsciously let go.Looking at the young man's crimson face, he asked nervously:

"Did I pinch you?"

Tong Ye covered his face and shook his head, and whispered in a hoarse voice, "My head hurts..."

Zhongyuan Zhongye paused when he heard the words, 'I dare you to go drink with Dazai' was almost on the verge of his mouth, but seeing the slumped look of the black-haired boy, he finally held back.

He pressed Tong Ye and lay back on the bed, carefully tucked in the corner of the quilt and said softly: "Lie down first, I'll serve hangover soup."

Tong Ye, who was still feeling uncomfortable because of his overly gentle actions, froze immediately when he heard this, and he yelled in disbelief:

"I drank?!"

Nakahara also glanced at him strangely, "Aren't you awake yet, who was the little idiot who was tricked by Dazai to the bar last night?"

That turned out to be true...!

Tong also thought it was his dream!

No, now he also feels that he is dreaming, otherwise, how could Mr. Zhong Yuan, who has always been not very gentle to him, tuck the quilt for him so carefully and considerately? !

Tong also clearly remembered that he climbed into his own bed after finishing his homework, and then fell asleep on that bed.

It stands to reason that even the dream should be connected to Mr. Meilin, why did Mr. Nakahara and Mr. Dazai appear in his dream, and it was so real!

Could it be... the reward light group?

Tong also thought about it in a daze, but when he figured out why, Zhongyuan Zhongye suddenly reached out and pinched his nose, and the familiarity in the movement instantly brought Tong Ye back to reality in embarrassment.

"What are you thinking, but getting drunk will make you like this, I see if you dare to drink again next time."

The azure-haired boy's blue eyes were full of amusement, he looked at it and stretched out his hand to flick Tong Ye's forehead in a punishing manner.

Tong also endured it, didn't hold back, pulled the quilt over the lower half of his face, only showing a pair of innocent eyes outside, looked at someone who was dressed in a casual home because he was indoors, and said cautiously:

"Mr. Zhongyuan, can you stop being so gentle to me... I have goosebumps..."

As soon as the words fell to the ground, Tong Ye saw with his own eyes that the expression of the ochre-haired boy sitting by the bed turned soft and watery step by step into ice-cold in the next second.

The hand that landed on Tong Ye's forehead moved slightly, and Tong Ye's face was pinched again, this time faintly more fierce than last time.

Zhong Yuanzhong also had a cold expression on his face: "You didn't hear what I said just now, did you? If you don't teach you a lesson, you don't even know how to write the word cute."

Tong also turned pale with shock: "What's wrong with me?!"

He paused suddenly as he spoke, looking at the face on the opposite side who was obviously far from mature, Tong also suddenly realized.

He tentatively changed his words and called: "Brother Zhong, Zhongyuan...?"

"..." Zhongyuan Zhong also loosened his grip on his face, but his expression was still a little subtle.

Tong Ye continued his efforts: "Zhongye...brother?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also slowly withdrew his claws, with a bit of disbelief and joy in his expression, and he said with some reluctance: "If you really want to call it that, it's not impossible."

"..." It seems that this is not the title, Tong Ye opened his mouth and called softly: "Zhong Ye."

He raised his eyes to observe Chuya Nakahara's expression carefully, and as expected, this person's expression became very sparse and normal.

"I'll bring you hangover soup, just lie down here and don't move around." Zhong Yuanzhong also instructed.

Tong also nodded obediently and lay back on the bed.

The door of the room was gently closed, and it was pushed open again not long after.Tong also drank a whole bowl of hangover soup with Zhongya holding his head down, and even burped a little.

He lay back on the bed again, hesitated for a moment, and finally asked what he had been wanting to ask since just now:

"Is this Chuya's home?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also put down the bowl and looked at him suspiciously, as if he asked a very wise question: "How many times have you been here, and there are so many sets of clothes in the cabinet that you use to change and wash, Are you sure you want to ask me this question now?"

"..." It seems to be.

Tong Ye asked again: "How old are you now, Zhongye? How old am I?"

Although the voice and facial features were almost the same as the one he knew, the person in front of him was definitely not as old as the one he knew.

Zhong Yuan Zhong also heard the words and just watched the boy on the bed quietly for a long time. If he hadn't recited the boy out of the bar yesterday, he would now suspect that the civet cat in front of him had just been faked by some civet cat.

Tong also noticed his scorching gaze, and couldn't help being looked at for a while, so he said something like a cover-up:

"I just suddenly wanted to ask, you just think I was drunk by Dazai last night... Dazai lost his mind after drinking fake wine!"

"..." Central Plains still did not accept this illogical reason, but still replied: "Seventeen, you are sixteen."

Eh, so he hasn't changed at all, only people other than him have changed?

Tong also reluctantly recalled the face with a bandaged right eye that he saw in a haze last night. Although his memory was a little fuzzy, Tong also was able to be sure that that face also had a bit of youthful youthfulness, which could not be compared with The face of the mature youth in his memory completely overlapped.

so what is it? At the age of 16, he appeared in the period of Chuya Nakahara and Osamu Dazai at the age of 17?

And it still has a fixed identity.

Tong also looked at his hands in a daze. He had a vague feeling that he was still in a dream, even though this dream was so real that he could sense all five senses, and it was almost the same as reality.

And there is no doubt that it is obviously that light group that caused him to have this situation. As for the reason and purpose, it is still unclear.

But these are not important, the key is how can Tong Ye wake up from this dream?

Tong also fell into deep contemplation, and couldn't help looking at a corner of the room for a while, his eyes seemed a little dull.

"Speaking of which, I heard from my subordinates that..."

The silence in the room was broken, and Nakahara Chuya's sudden words brought back Tong Ye's wandering thoughts.

"Did you go too far with the last task? I've said it before, just leave small tasks to your subordinates to do, so that they can be trained, and you don't have to do it yourself. solve."

Hearing this, Tong Ye slowly put a question mark in his heart, but then he remembered that he didn't seem to have asked about his identity.

That's it, it seems that here his identity has become a Mafia, the kind that can sit on three thousand subordinates.

Tong also wanted more information, but in view of what was questioned just now, it was too suspicious to ask directly, so he might as well just follow the topic and try to make a routine.

Thinking of this, Tong couldn't help clearing his throat, and waved his hands modestly:

"This is what I should do. Any small task should be done with all my strength. This is the most important point I want to teach my subordinates. It doesn't matter if you are tired."

Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded lightly, and said without paying too much attention: "You can do it yourself, remember not to use Rafflesia flowers to scare your subordinates next time, I have received many applications from them to transfer groups gone."

"..."

"what???"

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The author has something to say:

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Let me say something first, it is not time travel, there will be an explanation later (^.^)

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution:

22 bottles of falsehood;

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