Lord Shenming ran away with "dirty"

When he woke up the next day, Sakakibara planned to ask Dazai for clarification, but he couldn't be found early in the morning. Later, he asked his subordinates who stayed at the headquarters, and found out that he was on a mission again.

The task this time seemed to be a bit troublesome, until Chuya came back, he still hadn't finished it, so it was logical that Chuya who came back was captured by him.

The two disappeared for a while, and when I saw them again, Chuya's resume seemed to be almost the same, and now he was short of a cadre position.

It's just that it's been too long, and as time goes by, the strange problem of Dazai's drunkenness that day has long been forgotten by him.

Odasaku's departure didn't seem to leave any traces, and no one else in the port Mafia knew that such a powerful person had been in the organization.

Only they still remember, remember that unsmiling but very reliable friend.

Time is like the vast sea of ​​stars at night, a long strip covered with shining stars, and like a river flowing endlessly on the ground, any small event will eventually be lost in the long river of time.

Laughing, serious, angry, the days go by like this, it is neither slow nor slow, neither anxious nor angry, neither sad nor happy, quietly recording people's lives.

"Congratulations!——"×2

It was rare for Sakakibara to return home. As soon as he entered the house, he was attacked by his parents. Fireworks exploded above his head like fireworks.

Fragments of sequins fluttered down from the sky, interspersed with some ribbons. Ms. Haruko kept firing salutes one after another, and Masato Sakakibara, who was smiling softly next to her, was not idle either. Hand over one after another.

Although the other party clearly did not show affection, Sakakibara felt that he had been fed a lot of dog food for no reason.

"Mom, there are too many."

"However, today is your coming of age, how can you not celebrate it!" Haruko smiled cheerfully, as warm as the sun. She ignored Sakakibara's helpless face and turned to look for her father's approval, "Right, Masato."

"Of course, Kurosawa's birthday should be celebrated well." This seemingly gentle man calmly diverted his wife's attention, "Didn't Haruko say that he prepared a big meal for celebration? Why didn't you see it?"

"Ara! No, I'm still cooking soup."

Haruko was startled, and without caring about her husband and children, she hurried to the kitchen with small steps.

The hurried back made the two people at the door look at each other and smile. After so many years, Haruko is still like this. Does it mean that every woman will be like this after marriage?

It's no wonder that he couldn't see that his mother was able to suppress his uncle before, it was too deceptive, Sakakihara defended himself from the bottom of his heart, he didn't want to admit that he didn't inherit the genes of the two of them.

After studying with Mori Ogai for so many years, he failed to become a teacher, let alone compared with his parents who are better than Mori Ogai.

What he didn't know was that in the kitchen far away, Ms. Haruko was holding a camera and successfully took pictures of his unwilling appearance through the gaps. In fact, he had many such photos like this since he was a child.

"Cough." Knowing his wife's personality, Masato reminded her not to go too far. It would be bad if the child found out. At the same time, the cough woke up Sakakibara who was struggling, "Let's go over and serve the dishes together."

"Ah."

The two of them worked together to help Ms. Haruko set the tableware, one took the other and went forward to wait. It didn't take long for this celebratory meal to be put on the table, and they just waited for Haruko to come and sit together.

Haruko untied her apron and sat across from Sakakibara. She clasped her hands together first, holding the chopsticks in her palms. Sakakibara and Masato also made the same movement after seeing it.

"I'm starting!" ×3

Family banquets are always warm, the three of them laughed and said, Yan Yan, you bring me vegetables, and I will bring them to him, creating a happy and harmonious atmosphere.

Their family didn't like to talk when eating, although they didn't talk, they were still warm.

When everyone finished eating, everyone picked up their coats at the same time, ready to go out.

This is the tradition of the Sakakibara family, which has been passed down from generation to generation. Even Mori Ogai, who didn't believe it at first, had to believe it later.

Everyone in the Sakakihara family will go to the shrine every birthday and adulthood to worship and worship the blessings of the gods-even though they don't know the identity of the gods.

They just worshiped silently, just like the help of the god back then, the first patriarch persistently turned the ancestral house into a shrine despite the dissuasion of his relatives, and the repairs of the shrine over the years are the responsibility of the next patriarch.

The huge family back then gradually dissipated until there was only one single seedling left. Masato Sakakibara fulfilled his duties very well, and went to worship every year without fail, which also gave Ms. Haruko a fixed time to meet him .

When the family of three came to the gate of the shrine, Mori Ogai was already waiting here, and he thoughtfully gave up the time ahead to his family every year.

Haruko went up to him without hesitation and pulled his ears, making him beg for mercy repeatedly, no matter who made him have no news of a relationship until now.

Sakakibara smiled gloatingly from behind, although the arc was not very obvious, but was caught by Mori Ogai and gave him a hard look.

It's a pity that now that Ms. Haruko is here, Sakakibara will not be afraid of him. He directly complained mercilessly, causing Haruko to teach her brother a lesson.

Four people work together, the man is responsible for the physical work, and the careful woman is in charge of the inner room, which can be regarded as a family group activity.

It was Masato who brought it up when he learned that Mori Ogai was celebrating the New Year alone. Of course, he is mature, but naturally he would not propose shrines together, but both Chinese New Year and birthdays.

But when Mori Ogai was choked by his sister's life-threatening chain, he felt aggrieved and said that he didn't need it on his birthday, and he was free to look for him for the physical work at the shrine afterwards.

Facing his wife's younger brother's assurance, Yaren looked at his thin body at the beginning, and after pondering, he said that we can all be together, we are a family and don't need to divide anything.

When he heard this, Haruko stared at him staringly, while Mori Ogai had a delicate expression. He was sure that he was being ridiculed, but he couldn't say anything, otherwise what was waiting was the iron fist of his sister's love.

It's his sister's appearance. When he saw it for the first time, his long-cultivated smiling face almost collapsed. Even so, the eyeballs that were about to pop out were pushed back by his sister's slap.

Well, from his personal experience, he can tell you responsibly that it hurts——

Fortunately, they come here two or three times a year, so it is not very difficult to clean up. It didn't take long for the whole shrine to take on a new look, like a shrine that can be officially opened.

Masato Sakakibara took Haruko to worship first, and then it was Sakakibara's turn. He was very uncomfortable at this time every year, especially after knowing that his parents knew his origin this year.

He closed his eyes and worshiped death as fast as home, ending the process, and then the annual sketch came on stage, with Sister Ganghua leading the reluctant younger brother.

Although Mori Ogai is quite willing now, after getting used to it, it feels pretty good to come out every year.

After the worship, they packed up the things they brought, and the whole family walked out of the shrine together.

But when they just walked to the door, his parents walked in the opposite direction of the house unswervingly.

Sakakibara held his parents back, no matter how confused he was, it was impossible for him not to remember the way home, and he didn't think his parents would be so confused.

Even if my mother is confused, my father must be reliable, but what happened today?

Just as he was wondering, he saw his mother, Haruko, smiling all over her face, and Masato beside him gently knocked off his hand: "Kurosawa is obedient, now it's time for adults, you go and play with your children."

"?"

With a question mark on his face, he let go of his hand reflexively, no, didn't I just celebrate my birthday?What children, return the time of adults.

Mori Ogai patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "That's right, I got the tickets for the previous movie. Something happened at the time and I didn't make it, so..."

"So you're going to leave me and go to the movies?"

"Hey, Kurosawa, why are you so ignorant? What does it mean to leave behind? It's clearly for you to celebrate with your friends."

"And you young people always like to have fun yourself."

The high-sounding words can only be said by Mori Ogai, who is as cheeky as a city wall. He waved his hand and ignored Shirogane of Sakakibara, and walked to the two who had been waiting for a while.

I don't know if it was Mori Ogai's words, but they disagreed. They looked over, and Sakakibara raised his eyes full of hope, thinking that his parents would definitely not abandon him like this.

It's a pity that Ms. Haruko personally shattered his dream, with a smile on the corner of her mouth and two small dimples: "Kurosawa, don't cling to your parents when you grow up."

"You can find friends by yourself, just find a lively store."

"Be obedient."

"..."

"Okay, Kurosawa still has to find his friends, let's go first, young people nowadays have to be cautious when they see their elders."

The Masato who spoke was obviously on their side, and as soon as he spoke, Sakakibara felt that he was treated the same as Mori Ogai, and his heart was a little cold.

The three thought they had calmed down the child, waved their hands without taking away a cloud, and left like this to watch a movie.

Sakakibara was left alone at the gate of the shrine, the deserted gate, the road without people, the noisy cold wind blowing from the sky, and dead leaves falling from the branches.

The cold outside can't compare to the speechless inside. He knew from the beginning that he was just an accident of his parents, but he threw it away so neatly when he was just an adult. This gap is a bit big.

Just when he was thinking about who else he could call, the face of Dazai and Dazai appeared in his mind, but he was so busy recently, both of them were busy with the punishment that came down a while ago, and the dark circles under the eyes were not light on the two delicate faces , they probably don't have much time.

The finger on the button on the phone could not be pressed down. After thinking for a while, he still decided not to disturb them, but just searched for nearby restaurants on the phone.

I just finished eating and I can bring them to them. I don’t know if they finished the task so late. If they didn’t finish it, they would have to count as their subordinates. After all, it was very hard for them to follow.

Before Sakakibara asked for leave today, he had been helping those two bastards to make up the report. As for how to make up, it could only be pieced together from the reports in the subordinates.

After finding the restaurant, Sakakibara had just walked out of the confines of his shrine, and was looking at the intersection of which road to take in the navigation.

A familiar voice came from behind. The other party seemed very surprised to see Sakakibara here. With a trace of disbelief, he first kept his voice very low, and then increased the volume because he was afraid that Sakakibara would not hear it.

"Kurosawa?"

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Take it easy, so far there is only father-son love_(:з」∠)_

And thank you to the little angels who have been seeing here, thank you, this article may be too cute, so that the author often writes very slowly, trying to write everything he thinks of, so...

Thank you QAQ