After becoming the same period with the strongest

Xia Youjie's house is located in the middle of the high school and the downtown area of ​​Tokyo. Whether it is going to and from the high school or the twins go to school in the future, it is very convenient.

It is said to be built by one family, but in terms of the floor area of ​​this house, it should be called a villa more appropriately.

A two-story building with a modern style, the exterior is mainly beige and beige.A lot of landscape plants were transplanted in the courtyard at the entrance, and the lively and crowded appearance made people happy.

In the lawn of the backyard, there is even an open space specially surrounded by pebbles and bluestone slabs for placing Qiushan.

The elated twins show the crowd around their new home in high spirits.

"This is my bedroom with Mimiko."

"Because Nanako doesn't want to be separated from Mimiko, Xia You-sama combined the two bedrooms into one."

Jia Ruozi walked around the twins' bedroom, and stood at the door of the walk-in closet in the room, expressing emotion, "This is not a bedroom, it is comparable to the living area of ​​an ordinary family."

Xia Youjie divided half of the usable area on the second floor of the villa into the twins' rooms, which included a bedroom, a bathroom, a small study room for reading and playing games, and a super-large cloakroom. It could even be a small suite.

The twins, who were always excited when they heard the emotion of entering the glass, couldn't wait to show everyone the happiness they got, "Because Master Xia You said that girls will have more things, and they need a bigger place to store them."

It's great that they were rescued from that hell by Master Xia You and received so much love.

"Jie is right." Hoshimi Rin nodded in agreement, as expected of a reliable adoptive father.

After a brief visit, the four children stayed on the second floor to play games, while others returned to the first floor to drink tea and chat.

Because Xia Youjie's parents were here, he didn't need the help of a few people from the high school.

On the comfortable and soft sofa, Hoshimi Rin and Jia Ruozi didn't know what they were huddled together to watch. The smiles on their faces were not only subtle, but they would also look at each other and smile from time to time, giving people a feeling that everything is unspoken. Feel.

Next to him, Jianren Qihai, who was reading the newspaper on the single sofa, listened to the whispers of the two seniors, and felt that they really opened his eyes.

Gojo Satoru, who came out of the kitchen with a plate of fruit, saw the scene on the sofa, recalled what the two of them had done before, and felt that it must not be a good thing.

Gojo Satoru, who was still in the hallway a second ago, suddenly teleported behind the two of them.

"Six Eyes" didn't miss the fleeting photo on the mobile phone page, and Gojo Satoru instantly exploded.

"Rin, you turned your back on me, no, looking at other men in front of me?!"

Xingjian Rin and Jiarui Glass turned their heads in shock from the voice behind them, only to see the blue eyes of the white-haired young man behind the sunglasses widen, his face full of disbelief and grievance.

Gojo Satoru pointed at the cell phone of Jiarui Niuzi with one hand, stared at Hoshimi Rin and shouted indignantly: "Isn't I more handsome than this guy?!"

Stared at by such eyes, Hoshimi Rin was somewhat guilty, she blinked her eyes and said calmly: "That's a girl."

Gojo Wu? ?

Naruto slowly flipped back to the photo, then zoomed in and held the phone in front of Gojo Satoru, "Although she has an inconspicuous Adam's apple and no breasts can be seen in the photo, this is indeed a girl."

Gojo Satoru, who took a closer look, was silent for a moment, feeling even more outrageous.

"Why are you so weird! You were wearing women's clothes before, huh huh?!"

Xing Jianlin quickly covered his mouth with his eyes and hands, and lowered his voice, "Keep your voice down, Jie's parents are still here."

Jianren Qihai: So, in the eyes of these seniors, do you not exist?

Gojo Satoru stared at her, and the meaning in his eyes was clearly expressed: You dare to see it, but you dare not let others tell it!

Jia Ruozi flipped through the photos on the page, and said in a leisurely tone, "Young lady who is cool, sassy and charming, who wouldn't like it."

Gojo Gojo narrowed his eyes dangerously when he heard the words of Jia Ruzizi.

Seeing that he was about to raise his hand and pull his hand away to express his opinion, Hoshimi Rin immediately turned sideways, and with the speed of lightning, he picked up a strawberry from the fruit plate held by Gojo Satoru with the other hand, stuffed it into his mouth, "We can discuss this issue next time."

Wujo Wujo chewed the strawberry happily, the tender and crisp pulp bursting in his mouth mixed with juice, it was sour and sweet.

Then he didn't know what to think of, Chao Xingjian Rin showed a meaningful smile, and said clearly, "Okay, then let's discuss it next time."

Hoshimi Rin: ...

Did I just shouldn't have used the word "next time"?Can it be rewinded?

In front of the counter in the kitchen, Xia You's mother brought the dried vegetables to her son who was chopping vegetables.

The tall black-haired young man had already surpassed the height of most men in Japan. The shirt without a trace of wrinkle was evenly rolled up to the forearm, revealing smooth and powerful muscle lines.

She looked at her son's handsome and gentle profile, and thought of the two young people who brought her here before, and sighed softly in her heart.

A person will always feel lonely...

"What's the matter?" Even if he didn't look, Xia Youjie knew that his mother's gaze stayed on him for a long time.

Xia You's mother put away the thoughts in her heart, and smiled softly, "I just think that you have grown up, and mother can't help you anymore."

"How could it be?" Xia Youjie smiled softly, "Aren't you helping me now?"

Before the official opening of the meal, Noctua Masamune and Hui Yuanxiong arrived in time.

"Sorry, some things have been dealt with temporarily."

"It's okay, it's still early anyway."

We are all high school artisans, so we naturally understand this situation very well.In fact, it was beyond Xia Youjie's expectation to be able to get together to hold a Wenju banquet smoothly.

The soba noodles that have passed through the ice water twice and are taken out and placed on the cage are the protagonists of the table.

"The buckwheat noodles are very well made." After tasting the noodles, Xia You's mother cast a gentle and appreciative look at the two children.

Qihai Jianren put down the chopsticks in his hand, looked at the noodles in the cage, and commented pertinently: "The noodles are neat in thickness, tough and refreshing, and the aroma of buckwheat is also very strong. As a novice, it is a fairly well-finished work. "

Mimiko swallowed the food in her mouth and interjected, "It's not worse than what you eat outside."

Received the compliment, Tsumiki smiled shyly while holding her chopsticks, "Thanks to Ms. Hoshimi's help."

Hearing this, Jia Ruzi raised his eyes to look at the people next to him, "Rin can also make soba noodles?"

"I was involved in two steps." Hoshimi Rin shook his head, "I kneaded the dough and cut it into noodles, and the rest were done by Tsumiji and Hui himself."

"If Miss Hoshimi hadn't kneaded the dough for us, we wouldn't be able to go on."

"Hmm... You seem to be saying that too?"

"So, thanks to Ms. Hoshimi."

Tsumiki slightly bent her eyes, without you, we might still be adopted by Mr. Gojo, but we wouldn’t be as happy as we are now.

Yokohama

In a messy clinic, a black-haired man in an old white coat with a stethoscope around his neck squeezed the space between his eyebrows with his fingertips, let out a long sigh, and fought wits again with the documents in front of him.

The man looked at the documents in front of him and scratched his hair in distress, "I didn't expect being the boss to be so hard..."

The young man sitting next to him on the medical stool in front of the window swayed his calf, looked at the white paper in his hand intently, and replied casually, "Didn't you know this kind of thing from the beginning?"

"That's what I said, but it's more difficult than I imagined... Sigh."

The two were the young doctor who lost Hong Kong? The black leader before, and the bandaged boy who had witnessed everything.

"Really, Mr. Sen has started to recite scriptures again."

The black-haired boy complained, then jumped off the medical stool with a book in his hand, "Is your bodyguard coming soon? I'll go out and look around."

The man named Mori watched the young man leave, and warned, "Don't cause trouble for others, Dazai."

Dazai, who turned his back to him, waved his hand, not sure if he listened.

The door of the consulting room was opened and closed, Sen with a calm expression stared in that direction for a long time, no one knew what he was thinking.

After Dazai walked out of the consulting room, he turned around and returned to his temporary residence.

After pulling out a book almost identical to the one in his hand from the pile of books in the corner, he peeled off the cover of the book in his hand, put it on another book, and went out with the book in the cover up.

He picked up this book half a year ago. When he was driven by an irresistible curiosity to pick it up and open the book, something strange happened.

Through this book, he saw other worlds... Let's define it this way for now, the memories of other worlds' own'.

And this 'book' is a special supernatural prop, as long as a logical story is written on it, things will happen in reality.

Dazai himself is also a supernatural being, so he is not panic about such miraculous things, only doubts about the 'memory'.

When most of the 'memories' he saw happened to him one by one, he began to believe in what he saw.

If that's the case, then he... can no longer stay in Hong Kong?

Going to remote areas to inquire about news is a tiring, unreasonable job, and it is easy to get into trouble.

Under the various evasions of the people, the red-haired young man, who is a member of the lowest level of the port mafia, took the job without any complaints.

He never refuses tasks that don't require hands-on work with others.

When the red-haired young man who inquired about the news was kicked out of an unremarkable tavern, he saw an unexpected acquaintance.

"Mr. Fukuzawa?"

"You're out of prison, Oda." Both voices sounded at the same time.

Afterwards, the red-haired young man scratched his messy hair and smiled, "Yes."