The Inquisitor's Conjurer Mr.

Before setting off, the young mafia cadre straightened his white lining in front of the young man in the mirror, with a serious expression and a bit of awkward shyness, and the tips of his ears hidden under the orange-red hair tips were slightly hot.

If it is to meet her, even the trivial matter of picking a suit becomes a little more meaningful.

As he thought about it, he tugged at the black collar around his neck, turned his head to one side, and his eyes fell on the hat rack next to him. Anyone who knows Zhongya Zhongya knows that he has the habit of wearing a hat, and there are often hats in the closet. There are several spare hats, but they are not fancy styles, and the colors are mainly black, gray and brown.

Without any hesitation, he took the black British top hat that was placed on the top. It was given to him by luck, but he rarely wears it, not because he doesn't like it, but because he is often on missions and he is afraid of hats It was soiled and damaged, so I was never willing to wear it.

Moving her gaze down a little bit, there was also a light brown scarf on the lower shelf where the black top hat was placed just now, which was also knitted by herself.

It's a pity that this year's winter hasn't arrived yet, Zhong Yuanzhong also thought with some regret.

"It's to thank Chuya for saving my life many times." Zhongya Zhongya remembered what she said last year.

At that time, she was leaning on the hospital bed, her complexion was as pale as paper, her soft hair had become a little dry, her thin body was covered under the wide hospital bed clothes, and she was so thin that the blue blood vessels under the skin of her wrists could almost be seen.

But she is still very beautiful, especially when leaning against the bed frame and smiling gently at him, against the background of the white hospital, white ceiling, and white sheets, that kind of smile, tightly, tightly pinched Nakahara Chuya's heart made him almost breathless.

"I was thinking about when I would come to see me," Xing let out a barely audible sigh, and frowned slightly, "I used to think that I was very popular. Yeah, but everyone seems to be avoiding me."

"No! I—" Zhong Yuanzhong also hurriedly explained, but he couldn't say anything that satisfied him, and his heart was about to be overwhelmed by guilt.

He clenched his fist tightly, because he didn't protect her well.

"Chuya, where are you going to stand?"

She raised her head, and the warm sunlight came in from the glass window, covering her pale face with a layer of warm light. Then, in her bright light, she gently smiled at him.

Laughing, if it wasn't suppressed so hard, Zhongye would almost be about to cry.

He lowered his hat, and by the moment he lowered his head, he sorted out his emotions. When he looked up again, that pleasing face had already shown a smile similar to the usual one, but his eyes were more gentle.

"Feeling better today?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also walked over and came to her side. Looking at her so closely, he felt that she had been very thin during this period. Through the thin hospital gown, he could even imagine the painful feeling of touching the bones with his hands. Young The mafia cadre pursed his lower lip, took off his black coat, and put it gently on her shoulders.

She thanked him softly and smiled softly at him.

Zhong Yuan also smiled, feeling a little thankful that he took a bath and changed clothes before going out, otherwise he would have smelled the strong smell of blood on his body.

"Thanks to the care of the nurse, I can almost get out of bed and walk."

Perhaps because her body was still very weak, her voice was softer than before—a bit slower, but fortunately, she was not sluggish, and her amber pupils were still covered with light.

"It's just too boring, everyone seems to be very busy." Xing looked at Nakaya who was sitting next to him and spoke, with a small complaint, but quickly said: "Well, there is no way, everyone They are all important members of the organization."

Hearing this, Nakahara Chuya put his hands on his knees together and separated, separated and closed again, showing that the master's mood is not calm now.

Because everyone is more angry than ever before, and went to avenge you, fortunately.

In the dark underground organization, everyone has blood on their hands, and sinful people will definitely go to hell after death.

But Xing has never been a qualified underground mafia, her ability is used to save people, not to kill people, if that bastard Dazai didn't trap Xing into the mafia, such a thing would never have happened.

Due to the existence of luck in the past few years, the casualty rate of Hong Kong gang members has been greatly reduced, which has attracted the attention of hostile organizations. Let's do it.

Surrender, or die, they even

He was so frantic that he studied Xing's ability and tried to transfer Xing's ability to another person. Nakahara just thought of what happened to Xing, and the blood in his whole body was about to boil, and he wanted to transfer everything to Xing. Burn out, burn out!

The young man sitting by the window lowered his eyes, and the violent aura overflowing from his body almost condensed into a bloody knife, which seemed to be violent enough to kill everyone in a second.

"Zhongye—" Someone called his name in a soft and gentle voice.

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his head, and the blood in his eyes slowly faded.

"Is it because what I said was too boring?" She pressed her forehead, showing a bit disappointed expression, and lamented: "Even so, it's too much to be in a daze in front of a patient."

She accused him of being distracted with soft words.

"I'm sorry, Xing."

Zhong Yuanzhong also carefully apologized to her. He scratched his hair, very annoyed at his distraction just now, and worried whether he had shown a hideous look in front of her just now, secretly looked at her expression, and saw that she had no expression. After being obviously displeased, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"If you don't mind, I can come to accompany you for the next few days, and my annual leave can be taken early."

Before he came, the missions were all done in one go, even the boss couldn't find a reason not to let him go.

Nakahara looked at Xing who was leaning on the bed, and said confidently.

"No need, just come and talk with me once in a while." After hearing Chuya's words, Xing curled up his lips and smiled with crooked eyes, "Because Chuya has always been very important to me. What about a career-minded man?"

Although it was a compliment, Zhong Yuan was a little disappointed when he heard it.

He pressed the hat with his hands, turned his head and looked out of the window, after a while, he still couldn't hold back, and said a word in a low voice:

"Occasionally I can be unprofessional."

"Huh?" She didn't seem to hear clearly.

"It's nothing." Nakahara Chuya said.

Xing also seemed a little tired, her long and soft eyelashes drooped, her eyes were slightly closed, and her little ball was leaning against the pillow, her long black hair was spread and scattered on the white sheet, looking quiet and fragile.

Zhong Yuanzhong also stared at her fixedly, and his heart was ignited - a fire was scorching his soul.

Suddenly, he bent down, and his face was close to his face, so close that he could almost feel each other's breath.

"Zhongye..."

At a certain moment, Nakahara Chuya's heartbeat stopped.

Before Xing opened his eyes, he quickly returned to his original position and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

"Could you buy some wool for me tomorrow?" She squinted her eyes and asked in a lazy tone, not noticing Zhongyuan Zhongye's reddish earlobes, "The doctor said that I will cultivate here for a long time , It’s boring just lying in bed to recuperate, so I want to do some manual work to pass the time.”

Yuki gently explained to Nakaya, looked at the yellowing leaves outside the window, and sighed, "It will be winter again soon."

When winter came, Xing's body hadn't fully recovered, and there was another news that made the leader unable to keep calm, Xing's healing ability disappeared.

For Xing, this may not be all a bad thing. Nakahara Zhongya was rarely stunned during the meeting.

On this day, after the mission was over, he hurriedly took a battle shower, changed into clean clothes, and went to see Xing.

It was already snowing outside, and Zhongyuan Zhongye was still wearing a three-piece suit of shirt, suit and vest, and a black thin coat on the outside. When the cold wind blew, and the cold snow fell on his neck, Zhongyuan Zhongye Shrinking his neck, he took bigger steps.

"There is a gift for Zhongye."

He shook the snow off his body, and when he stepped into the warm ward, Xing who was sitting by the bed smiled and said to him.

She still looked a little thin, but her complexion was not as pale as it used to be, and her hair, which had not been trimmed for some time, had grown to her waist and fell softly on the back of her head, and had returned to a healthy color.

It's very warm when you smile, just like the hot cocoa freshly cooked on the street, just looking at it can warm your heart.

"what?"

Hearing the word gift, Zhong Yuanzhong also opened his mouth and uttered a single syllable.

Her smiling face was reflected in her blue pupils, and she asked mechanically, "For me?"

"It's a scarf." Xing looked at him and laughed, "Because it's been too long to recover from illness, and it happens to be winter again, so it's a practical gift, right?"

Xing smiled, motioned him to lower his head, and wrapped a light brown scarf around his neck. The cold neck was wrapped in soft cloth and soon became warm, and the continuous warmth flowed from the neck to the It spread to the tips of his ears and made his heart tremble.

"Thank you."

Zhongyuan Zhong also took a deep breath, and suppressed the magma that spewed out from the bottom of his heart.

Feeling the fiery emotion, I thought stupidly, is this the scarf that Xing himself knitted for me?

Is that what he meant?His pupils shone with moving light like stars.

"So, did Xingfu make this for me?"

"Yeah!" She blinked a little slyly, and what she said almost made Chuya float in the clouds, but——

"It's to repay—the Central Plains cadres have taken care of me all the time. Of course, I also made gloves for Hongye sister, Akutagawa is also a scarf, Alice is a pink knitted hat, Dazai... Forget it, this missing man does not have it! "When it came to the last sentence, she was a little annoyed.

"...Oh." Zhong Yuanzhong was also very disappointed, but he managed to force a smile.

Because this is not a unique gift.

"I didn't expect it to be winter so soon." After chatting for a while, Xing looked at the world covered by ice and snow, with a look of admiration on his face.

"Well, when you are in good health, you can go out and build a snowman." Zhong Yuanzhong also remembered that in the TV series he had watched, girls should like this game quite a lot. After thinking about it, he added— A sentence, "Before this winter is over, luckily get better soon."

Hearing Chuya's words, she smiled and nodded slightly.

After a while, Nakahara Chuya heard her say, "Chuya, everyone knows that my ability has disappeared, right?"

"Yeah." Zhongyuan Zhong also looked up at her, and she looked sideways at the snow outside the window with an indescribably sad expression.

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at her, his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by something, and he had a bad premonition.

"What will the leader do with me?" she asked.

Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't answer this question, but he didn't want to leave the organization, even as a support staff, he would protect her well, no matter what happened in the future.

"I want to leave."

But after all, she still said what Zhongyuan Zhongye didn't want to hear the most.

She wanted to live a normal life, and he was a cadre of the port mafia, and because of this, he couldn't selfishly say words of retention and... confession.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-01-2520:40:34~2021-01-2704:01:30期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 9 bottles of Ace on my bed; 2 bottles of indifferent love when I turned around;

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