Started with a green hat for Verlaine

"Lan Tang, it's the first time I've seen the boss of our organization up close!"

"Is there anything special about that person?"

"No red scarf!"

Ma Shengqiu also had an unreasonable head once.

In this regard, Lan Tang looked down at his red scarf and sniffed it. It smelled like hot pot, but there was nothing special about the color.

Seeing his movements, Ma Shengqiu also supported his forehead: "Lan Tang, take off the scarf after eating hot pot!"

Lan Tang said softly, "You didn't turn on the air conditioner."

Aso Qiuya: "..."

The weather in Japan in May, may I ask whether to turn on the heating or cooling in the private room?

Hey, keep wearing your scarf.

In the hot pot restaurant, the private room was filled with steaming mist. Asa Shengqiu also unbuttoned his suit jacket and put it on the back of the chair. He wore a white shirt and loose tie on the top.He picked up a piece of boiled beef tripe with his serving chopsticks, swept away his solemn mood in Ganghei, and happily fed Lan Tang, "Lan Tang, open your mouth!"

Lan Tang subconsciously opened his mouth, and when the smell of tripe approached, he closed his mouth abruptly.

"!!!" He won't eat this!

"This is delicious!" Aso Qiuya said.

Lan Tang moved his face away, pushed away Qiu Ye's chopsticks, showing the side of a little French fairy: "I don't eat offal..."

Ma Shengqiu also put the tripe into his mouth, chewed it, it was crunchy, "I checked the information, the French like to eat foie gras, chicken gizzards and duck gizzards, as well as tripe and beef veal."

Lan Tang's mood was fluctuated by him, and he returned to the rhythm of daily life.

"gross……"

"Lantang, you are someone who has eaten baked snails."

"Snails are different."

"Okay, do you want to drink milk to relieve the spicy?"

"want."

Lan Tang was always sweating from the heat, panting, and his eyes were moist.Under the warm light above his head, the color of his pupils changed to a certain extent, from gloomy gray-green to sparkling light gold.

This scene can be called lively and fragrant.

Hard for a Frenchman with a sweet tooth.

Ma Shengqiu also finished eating Sichuan-flavored hot pot with him, and Lan Tang was useless. He kept wiping his lips with paper towels and sticking ice cubes to his lips to relieve the burning pain.Ma Shengqiu also filled his empty glass with milk, and after Lan Tang filled several cups, he flexed his fingers and flicked Lan Tang's forehead lightly: "Go to the toilet."

Lan Tang was a little embarrassed, his ears and cheeks turned red, "I'll be right back."

Ma Shengqiu also teased: "What do you mind about me?"

Lan Tang answered this question seriously.

"Yes, ya, ya."

This kind of verbal and aristocratic movements show his past personality, which made Ma Shengqiu somehow think of Lantang's rather ghostly expression in the anime, so...you are so excited to beat your son?

Regardless of this matter, Lan Tang is still an elegant and handsome man.

Lantang is back.

Ma Shengqiu also paid the bill, and went out with Lan Tang with his coat in hand. When they came across a store on the way, he took Lan Tang to buy a brand new knitted woolen scarf, and put it on the thin white neck with his own hands.

The old scarf bought last month was thrown into the trash can by Lan Tang.

Its single product price...

Ma Shengqiu also smiled in the silence, revealing a bit of bitterness and poverty in his smile.

What?Too dangerous to work in the port mafia?It doesn't exist. For the quality of life of my wife and the happiness of my private life, this step of promotion and salary increase is too right.

"Lan Tang, this way." Ma Shengqiu also led Lan Tang around a corner and went to the bookstore.

Poetry collections are kept in an unpopular section of the bookstore.

Lan Tang bent down and took a collection of poems written by himself from the bookshelf: "Letters from the Psychic".

A look of joy appeared on Lan Tang's face.

A sense of accomplishment rises.

Aso Qiu also looked at him, and he also took out a book for sale, thinking about supplementing the spiritual food at home, but finally took a closer look, "Huh? The first volume of Natsume Soseki's "Light and Darkness"?"

Looking around, Ma Shengqiu was sure that he read it right, it was drawn from the corner.

Teacher Natsume!

Your sales are not so good either!

Lan Tang, who was immersed in the satisfaction of publishing and printing, suddenly found that the people around him were walking up and down, scanning the books in the bookstore like a searchlight, as if they were looking for their own bestsellers.

Lan Tang asked, "What is Qiu looking for?"

Ma Shengqiu also raised the book in his hand, "I'm looking for the second volume of it!" Turning his head, he asked the bookstore owner sitting at the door, "Boss, is the second volume of this book available for sale? I want to collect it." set."

The old-eyed boss put on the glasses on the table and glanced at the title of the book.

"Oh, it's this one. I don't have the second volume here."

"Are there any other places?"

"Probably not."

The boss is an upright person, and he doesn't know how to play tricks with customers, "I also like this novel quite a bit, but I haven't seen the follow-up. It may be that the volume of the second volume of this book is very small."

Ma Shengqiu also regretted: "I'll just buy the first volume."

On the way home, Aso Qiu also held a bag of newly purchased books in his left hand, and led Lantang, who lived in the "winter" season, in his right hand, walking under the stars at night.Lan Tang has already unpacked a book and went to look through "Light and Darkness". He has already seen that Qiu Ye's biggest harvest today is this novel whose content is unknown.

"Is this book a good read?"

"I don't know, I just heard that it has the magic power to change someone's life."

Ma Shengqiu also told him mysteriously.

Hearing that the effect was so miraculous, Lan Tang thought it was a legendary magic book, quickly closed it, and said nervously: "I saw a few words just now, will it change me after reading it? I don't forget Qiuya..."

Ma Shengqiu also suppressed a smile: "No."

He raised the hands of the two of them high, playing around freely, and turned his head with a bright smile.

"The only one who can change you... is me."

There are no disputes behind them, no beliefs, far away from the battlefield, and their souls are flying.

The dark-haired young man is full of love for his lover at the corners of his brows and eyes, and his sudden confidence comes from the high-dimensional information he carries.In this way, he let go of the exhaustion of being cautious, and there is an incredible contrast.

False script group.

A true traveler.

Lantang and Qiu also let go of the burden in their hearts together, their brisk steps are like the beat of a piano.

"What type are the other books?"

"Let's go back and read some great novels."

In the heavy bag, another best-selling mystery novel "Night Baron" is mixed in the poetry collection and other novels. It looks inconspicuous, but it embodies the talent of the protagonist's father.

And Ma Shengqiu also has a deeper connection with Lan Tang's life with the collection of poems.

It was a touch that went deep into the soul.

……

Understanding of writers.

It is Aso Akiya's biggest cheat.

……

A bookstore in Yokohama, a young red-haired boy walked in when it was about to close.

His eyes were slightly empty, as if there was nothing there, but he paid a little more attention when scanning the books. He walked through several bookshelves and bought newly published novels, among which were works by Natsume Soseki and Aso Akiya .It's just that Ma Shengqiu didn't use his real name to publish it, and his pen name hides some thoughts, making it unforgettable at a glance.

--reader.

The man who is the author calls himself the reader.

[A strange pseudonym. 】

This is the most simple thought of the red-haired boy after he first came into contact with Aso Akiya's novels.

Because he is not interested in more literary works for the time being, the red-haired boy did not buy poetry. When the boss was paying him the bill, he found the book "Light and Darkness" and couldn't help but smile.

"Two copies were actually sold today."

Watching off this customer who happened to pass by Yokohama and left immediately after buying a novel, the boss closed the business.

The shutters of the bookstore slowly closed.

end of day.

The next day, Ma Shengqiu also got off work early and sent several boxes of books to the orphans on Leibo Street.

This time he went there in person, and treated the displaced orphans with the most gentle attitude, and did not deliberately give special care to the lambs in the sheep organization who were waiting to be fed.

What he sent were mainly popular science books, popularized words, enough for them to use for many years.

Here, no one knows he is a mafia.

With the opportunity of sending books, Ma Shengqiu also managed to get in touch with the "youngest" children in the flock.The one-year-old Rage God was holding the book, his orange hair was touched by him, his cheeks were flushed, he was not used to being treated like this by adults, the boy's bright blue eyes stared at him curiously, like Lan Tang who had lost his memory.

Aso Qiuya in Zhongya's eyes is purely a kind-hearted person with good intentions.

The other party came several times.

Only this time, the other party walked into the place where the orphans lived, asked carefully, and said words of encouragement, but the eyes of the black-haired youth... seemed to be more gentle to him.

"Is your name Zhongya?" The dark-haired young man worried that he was afraid, and asked softly.

Zhong Yuanzhong was not as lively as usual, and nodded obediently.

I don't know why, Zhongyuan Zhong didn't dare to act recklessly, firstly, he didn't want to offend others, secondly, this person left a good impression on him, and he didn't have any malicious intentions, even his companions used their eyes to signal him - to please the other party !

"What a coincidence, my name is Aso Qiuya." Aso Qiuya taught him to write his name on the ground, his fingertips were covered with dust, "Although the names are not similar in Japanese and Chinese characters, but the name of 'Chuya' The pronunciation in Japanese is surprisingly similar to the pronunciation of 'Qiuya' in my name."

Zhong Yuanzhong also listened to his patient teaching, and quickly remembered how to write without thinking too much.

"I learned."

His voice was clear and powerful, revealing an aura.

Ma Shengqiu also clapped his hands to shake off the dust, "I've actually met you twice, I don't know why, you seem to hit it off very well—" Seeing that Zhongyuan Zhong also became inexplicably nervous, Ma Shengqiu also laughed, "Don't worry, I have I have thought of adopting you, maybe the fate has not come, my lover...he doesn't like children very much at the moment."

After Zhongyuan Zhong also heard what he said, there was no fluctuation in his heart, and it was impossible for him to go to other people's families.

The boy who is not yet proficient in common sense ignores the "him" in Japanese.

"Chuya, do you like reading?"

"like."

"This book is for you."

Aso took out a thin collection of poems from his bosom. Even though it was available in Japanese and French, with a few illustrations that fit the artistic conception, "Letters from the Psychic" still couldn't get thicker.

Zhong Yuanzhong also opened it and was stunned. It is indeed a bit too early to read poetry anthologies at the age of eight.

Ma Shengqiu also said narrowly: "When you grow up, I hope you will like the world of poetry."

There is no way, poets should be cultivated early.

Focus on children's education.

After finishing speaking, after getting Chuya's consent, Ma Shengqiu took out his mobile phone to "click" and "click" to take a picture, and made a commemoration to Zhongya Zhongya, planning to publish a photobook of Zhongye's childhood in the future: On a How did a cute kid turn into a Hong Kong and black gravitational force who drank, raced, and had a violent temper.

When taking the last photo of Nakahara Nakaya at the age of eight, Aso Akiya handed over his mobile phone to the older orphan for help, while he hugged the soft little Nakaya himself, resting his chin on the soft orange hair, without adding Conceal your affection for your child.

The dark-haired young man had slender eyes with raised eyebrows, a cheerful smile, and was even more handsome than a scissorsman.

The orange-haired boy holds the book and stares straight ahead.

One big and one small, it seems that they became familiar with each other for a short time during the conversation.

"Crack."

The photo was fixed in the first year of the establishment of Leibo Street, the turbulent years before Japan's defeat in the war.

……

After closing the album, Ma Shengqiu secretly hid the precious album behind Lan Tang's back.

Be more careful than a man hiding his private money.

This is cub.

The author has something to say: [Small Theater]

Aso Qiuya: Happy, one-year-old cub.

Chuya Nakahara: I am eight years old!

Aso Qiuya: If that's the case, go and fool others.

Chuya Nakahara: Are you Shotacon?

Aso Qiuya: No, I know from the fact that I have never considered father-son relationship, I am a mature adult.

Central Plains Chuya:?

Aso Qiuya: I like Lantang.

Lan Tang: I like you too, Qiu Ye.

Aso Qiuya: When will we bring the cub back?Seeing him outside, I don't feel at ease.

Lan Tang: ...

Aso Qiuya: Well, I know you also have a psychological shadow on Chuya's face.

Lan Tang: His eyes...like my...ex-boyfriend...

The corner of Aso's mouth twitched.

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