I just want to lie down and collect money in Yokohama

After waiting for a few seconds on the phone, the other side connected.

"Hello?" The soft and magnetic voice came through the earpiece of the mobile phone, making Liang, who had just entered a state of anxiety, feel a little better.

He pushed away the low tea table with instant noodles, and lay down on his side on the old tatami to relax.

"Mr. Dong..."

Liang greeted the person on the other side of the phone with a coquettish tone, that was Xue Baidong, the former owner of Yingquting Bar.Two years ago, when I rejected Mr. Takei, who adopted him, to go to the police academy, I had a serious fight.

The plainclothes policeman who was at the playground and the junior who informed Chenghai and his wife of their mission has always felt that it was him who caused Ryo to lose his parents and blamed himself.

After learning that Ryo is unwilling to inherit the mantle of his parents and become a criminal police officer, this feeling of self-blame broke out like never before.

After that, Ryo, who graduated and returned to Takei's house, left their house.

At that time, I took in Cheng Hailiang who wandered around the neighborhood like a wild cat and didn't know what to do. It was Xue Baidong with long silver-white hair and a mysterious sister.

He took Liang to the bar he ran, and listened to Liang tell his stories and experiences like chatting, and then gently encouraged him, relieved him and comforted him.It was also through Mr. Dong that Ryo contacted Mr. Takei after that and became an informant.

Although I found out later that Mr. Dong listened to his story because he was afraid of loneliness and wanted to chat with others.

"Mr. Liang?!" The tone of Xue Baidong on the other side of the phone was a little surprised. After some small and flustered voices, his voice became a little louder, "Is it okay for you to stay now?"

"It's all okay, it's just so boring..." Sanduo complained in a long voice, "I finally feel what Mr. Dong said before, what it feels like to be very lonely alone."

"Thank you," Xue Baidong comforted softly, "If you still feel sad in the future, you can call me anytime."

"No way, Mr. Dong still needs to run a bar," Liang refused without hesitation, "I'm sorry to say that I didn't say goodbye to Mr. Dong personally."

Mr. Dong, who took him in for two years, finally had to go back to Yokohama and hid himself before he had time to say goodbye because of the exposure of his mission identity.

"As for Yingqu Pavilion, I've already turned it off." Xue Baidong chuckled lightly, with an unprecedentedly relaxed tone, "I found a new job that I like very much."

"...Is it my fault?" Ryo blamed himself a little, the most superficial layer of his identity was working as a bartender at Yingqu Pavilion.As long as Councilor Dounan checks, he can find out Mr. Dong's bar, and the possibility of going back to make trouble cannot be ruled out.

"No, I just don't want to do that kind of work anymore," Dong replied, "I found a more lively and clear goal."

"A clearer goal?"

"Well, I joined a troupe, and the troupe is full." Speaking of this experience, Mr. Dong's tone was obviously full of satisfaction and happiness. "Now my goal is to become a stage actor."

"Actor... I think it's really suitable for Mr. Dong." Liang imagined the scene of Xue Baidong standing on the stage, and nodded, "After all, Mr. Dong's appearance is very good-looking."

"Really, I think Mr. Liang's face is just better-looking than mine." He teased, "It's definitely the kind that can act in a TV series."

"Please don't make fun of me, Mr. Dong," Liang sighed, "I want to live my daily life more than being on TV."

"Yeah, I know," he nodded understandingly, "What Mr. Liang wants most is to be fed and fed lazily like a cat."

cold:"……"

"And when I saw it, I wanted to reach out and touch Mr. Liang's hair." He added.

Although he really wants to live lazily, he shouldn't be so cat-like, right?

but……

"Ah, it was right to call Mr. Dong." After chatting for half an hour, Liang let out a long sigh of relief, sat up again and began to eat the instant noodles on the coffee table, "Thanks to you, I am in a much better mood now gone."

Anyway, you can eat the things you are tired of eating.

Just like when I picked him up and took him in two years ago, just chatting with Mr. Dong for a while can resolve my worries and anguish.

"It's my major anyway." Xue Baidong on the other side of the phone brushed his hair, glanced at the alarm clock beside the bed to confirm the morning exercise time, and judged how long he could chat with Liang.After picking up the alarm clock, he suddenly remembered an incident before closing the shop, "Speaking of which, before I left, one of your customers came to see Mr. Liang."

He recalled the situation at that time, "At that time, Liang's friend, Mr. Kato was telling me that you were leaving."

"My guest?" Liang was a little strange, and then joked with Dong, "It can't be Miss Meiwu's ghost, come and find me in the store."

His guest has always been Miss Fujiwara Miu who stole the information of the port mafia. This is something everyone in the original bar knows.And Miss Meiwu was found wrong and killed by Dounan when they were secretly transported to the hiding place by the police station three months ago.

That is to say, Liang's only guest is no longer alive, Mr. Dong said that there are guests looking for people to think carefully and frighten.

"No, it's another man." Xue Baidong hesitated for a while to use words to describe the guest, and finally said, "It's a man in a black coat, about the same height as Mi Jun..."

"Mr. Mi?" Liang frowned, his brain went through all the people he knew, and found that there was indeed no one named 'Mi'.

"Oh, that's my new colleague." Suddenly remembering that Liang didn't know anyone in the Mankai Troupe, Dong explained a sentence and then returned to the guest's description, "It's a male with a small stature and hair color a bit like orange. "

Ah, it turned out to be the Mafia guest named Nakahara Chuya.

"Did he say anything?" Liang asked, "For example, leave his contact information, and I can find him when I come back."

Cheng Hailiang, until now, still wants to rely on that mafia to live a life of good food and drink.

"No, at that time, Mr. Kato didn't know why, and he was a little emotional." The reply on the other side of the phone disappointed Ryo, "Mr. Kato yelled, 'Ryo was photographed, and if no evidence is found, she may have to hide it for the rest of her life." After that!', the mafia left."

"Alas—" Liang, who pushed the paper cup away after eating the instant noodles, let out a long sigh, and leaned back on the low coffee table.

Just like that, he lost another chance to contact him, which made him feel that the instant noodles were unpalatable again.He thought he could get in touch again through this incident.

Three months have passed now, and Mr. Dong has closed the Yingqu Pavilion.

"Hearing Mr. Liang's tone, I seem to be very disappointed." Xue Baidong felt the change of Liang's tone from his professional sensitivity, and he made a bold guess, "Could it be that Mr. Liang is a man who likes that style ."

He also knew about Liang's sexuality two years ago. The opportunity at that time was that Liang, who had just graduated from high school, heard that he lived with him on the second floor of the bar, and he was particularly awkward when they lived in the same room. Emotions.So carefully, he discovered that Cheng Hailiang, a handsome and delicate man, might attract his attention more than a woman.

"I just think it looks good..." Liang whispered, "And that guy looks like a nice guy."

At that time, in order to keep Miss Meiwu, he lied to that Mr. Mafia many times without being killed, not even beaten.However, it was the fault of getting his hair pulled twice. If he meets Mr. Zhongyuan again in the future, he will still try his best to get revenge.

And that package of discounted bread that was eaten.

"The gang members...are they good people?" Xue Baidong sighed, then chuckled, "Speaking of which, there is also a member of the gang in our troupe, who is also a good person."

He thought of the hard-faced and soft-hearted Furuichi Sakyo.He is obviously a super serious person who is not easy to discuss at all, but when it comes to the affairs of the troupe, he will become very talkative, and sometimes he will help in person.

"People from the gang organization... acting?" Ryo couldn't help showing a toothache expression.Because he couldn't imagine Zhong Yuan Zhongya standing on the stage.

"It is said that I had relevant experience when I was a child." Dong looked at the time and it was almost [-]:[-] in the morning, and got up from the desk in the dormitory where he lived alone. Just give me a call when we talk."

With the sounds coming from the corridor outside, everyone in the winter group got up one after another.

"Yeah," he replied coolly, feeling like they were about to part after chatting for a long time, with a coquettish nasal voice in his tone, "Speaking of which, I'm looking forward to it, Mr. Dong's appearance on stage for the first time."

But he didn't go on, because he knew that it was impossible for him to pass.

"This time I'm neither the leading role nor the assistant acting," Dong comforted before hanging up the phone, "When I become the leading role in the future, I'll ask Mr. Liang to come and watch."

Afterwards, without hearing whether he agreed or not, I just bid farewell and hung up the phone, got up and went out to participate in the rehearsal of the upcoming performance.

Cheng Hailiang, who managed to communicate with others during the chat, changed back to the decadent look he had just woken up in the morning after hanging up the phone.

After a drowsy sleep, he opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling in a daze. He felt that this kind of life was turning upside down day and night. He even ate less and less because of his long-term lack of exercise and monotonous diet.

Before he moved in, he should have asked his boss, Mr. Si Chun, to prepare a weighing scale for him here.

Lifting up his shirt, Ryo stretched out his hands to 'snap' and patted his belly, which changed from two abdominal muscles at the beginning to a belly with only one sunken belly.I sincerely feel that if I live like this, I will go crazy even if I call and chat with various people every day.

'bump--'

The old wooden door of the neighbor next door rang again, probably it was time for the weak 'Miss' to go out to buy bento.

After being dazed for a second, Liang quickly got up and crawled towards the door, opened the door of his own room a crack, revealing a dark blue eye looking out.

The 'girl' in kimono was standing in front of her house, looking down for the key to lock the door.

Whether to continue to eat instant noodles, or to be able to eat bento from convenience stores depends on this time!

Cool swallowed nervously,

"That...can I ask you to do me a favor?"