Those years when I was a purchasing agent in Yokohama

When Chu Shu walked into the room with the boiled ginger syrup, Dazai who was lying on the bed had already fallen asleep.

Perhaps because of the fever, he didn't sleep well this time. His pale, bloodless little face in the past had an abnormal pink color, his two delicate eyebrows were slightly frowned, and even the sound of his breathing was heavier than usual. Much more urgent.

During this period of time, Chu Shu either went to the world ten years later to make soy sauce, or was forced by Rum to work as a coolie, and he didn't stay at home for a few days.

He is not at home. Obviously, although the Dazai boy who wants to die is proficient in various poison/drug preparation methods, he will not prepare a nutritious meal for himself when he is hungry. He will be safe and sound after all kinds of death It can only be said to be a miracle that he has survived until now.

Chu Shu used three meals a day without heavy samples before, and finally managed to feed him a little bit of meat. As a result, in only half a month, he lost weight again at a speed visible to the naked eye. The food he fed before seemed like Feed a lonely.

Chu Shu reached out to his forehead, trying to test his body temperature, but before his hand fell on his forehead, the boy lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

The moment the boy opened his eyes, Chu Shu seemed to see a flash of indifference and guard in those eyes, but when he confirmed it again, only his familiar eyes were left in those beautiful iris eyes. It seemed that the strange indifference just now was just his illusion.

Chu Shu didn't think too much, and walked to the bed with the freshly boiled ginger syrup.

"Get up and drink this first."

Chu Shu stirred the bowl with a spoon a few times, and white mist floated above the porcelain bowl following his stirring movements.

Dazai sniffled, but the stuffy nose caused by the cold prevented him from smelling anything. He could only look helplessly at the strange yellow-brown liquid in the bowl, and his body shrank involuntarily under the blanket.

"Bitter?"

He looked at Chu Shu pitifully, like a child who is afraid of taking medicine when he is sick.

Chu Shu wanted to laugh a little. This young man would pour poison into his mouth without changing his face when he saw poison/medicine, but now it was just a bowl of ginger syrup that made him so scared.

Chu Shu went to the bed and sat down, scooped up a spoonful of ginger syrup and handed it to his mouth like coaxing a child, "I added a lot of sugar to it, it's not bitter."

With Chu Shu's guarantee, Dazai opened his mouth suspiciously to accept his feeding.Then in the next second, he sprayed Chu Shu who was feeding him sugar water all over his body.

Not really bitter, but spicy.

It is the first time for Dazai, who prefers steamed and boiled crabs, to drink this kind of sugar water with a strange taste.

"Ginger is added in it to dispel cold."

Chu Shu calmly took off the jacket that had been sprayed with ginger syrup by the young man, scooped up another spoonful and handed it to his mouth.

This time Dazai refused to say anything, and kept shaking his head to express his refusal.

"Is it that bad to drink?"

Seeing his resistant attitude, Chu Shu doubted his cooking skills for the first time.

Dazai blinked, then suddenly stretched out his hand and snatched the bowl of ginger syrup from Chu Shu's hand, without using a spoon, he directly aimed at the mouth of the bowl and poured it into his mouth.

Just when Chu Shu thought that the child would know how to be considerate of his good intentions when he grew up, Dazai put the bowl in his hand aside, then stretched out his little hand and hooked it around Chu Shu's neck. Before Chu Shu could react, he Trying to do something, his mouth was blocked by something moist and soft.

The warm liquid flowed into his mouth along the opposite side, and some of it was too late to flow down the corner of his mouth to his chin. There were bursts of tsk-tsk water in the small room, and the pungent and bitter taste of ginger took over in an instant. To his full taste buds, the sweetness of the sugar water is almost negligible.

Only when the ginger syrup flowed down Chu Shu's throat into his stomach did Dazai let go of the black-haired young man opposite him. He opened a pair of beautiful kite-colored eyes and looked up at him innocently, "Okay drink?"

Chu Shu raised his hand to wipe the water stains from the corner of his mouth, and replied with a dull face: "It's really not good."

……

Afterwards, Chu Shu took out a thermometer and measured his temperature. It was 38.3 degrees, a low-grade fever.

There is no need to go to the hospital for a low-grade fever. In addition, it is still raining outside, and going out now may aggravate the condition.

Chu Shu put a fever-reducing tablet on his forehead, and let him take a few anti-fever medicines. If there is no accident, the fever should be gone in one night.

It stands to reason that most people will become drowsy after taking antipyretics.

But I don't know if Dazai took too many strange drugs, and he even developed an antibody to the hypnotic effect of antipyretics, and after swallowing the pills, he was much more energetic than before.

It seemed that what he had just taken was not antipyretics, but stimulants.

"Where have you been these days?"

After taking the fever-reducing medicine, Dazai was pushed back into the quilt by Chu Shu, leaving only a fluffy head exposed outside the quilt, and a white fever-reducing patch was stuck on his forehead.

"Going out on a mission."

Chu Shu sat cross-legged on the ground, sending messages to Rum to report the progress of the mission.

Not long after the message was sent, Lang Mu replied to him, although there was only a rather concise "I see", but this is Lang Mu's usual style, if he replied a few more words one day, Chu Shu Instead, you will feel uncomfortable.

"You weren't there a few days ago, and you were also on a mission?"

Dazai asked again.

Chu Shu paused for a while while typing, the few days before Dazai said should refer to the days after he left ten years ago.

He spent nearly two months in the future world, but only a few days in this world.

Chu Shu was hesitating whether to tell Dazai about his return to the future. Although Li Baoen didn't ask him to keep it secret, the less people knew about this kind of absurd thing, the more people knew about it. good.

Dazai, who was lying on the bed, saw his hesitation, he blinked, his thick eyelashes were like fluttering butterfly wings, "It looks like it should be a confidential mission."

"It's not a secret."

Chu Shu pondered for a moment, and decided to have a showdown with Dazai. He didn't want to lie to fool the young man just because of such a trivial matter.

"Actually, I went to the future world..."

Then he ran into Master Feng in Yokohama, followed him to visit his junior sister in Bingsheng Town, and finally followed a group of teenagers who wanted to save the world to the future world by accident.

"However, I will paddle all the way in the future, and I will come back with those junior high school students after they successfully save the world."

He briefly summed up his incredible time travel in one sentence.

However, he didn't do anything in the future, at most, he would act as an experience bag for those teenagers before Dino and Scovalo arrived.

It stands to reason that if he has nothing to do in the later stage, Irie can use the space-time teleportation device to send him to the original era.But he didn't know why he didn't do it.

When ordinary people hear such absurd remarks as "travel through time and space" and "future world" without scientific basis, they either suspect that there is something wrong with their ears or that they have misheard, or they suspect that the person who said such words has something wrong with their brains.

After Chu Shu finished explaining these things, he was ready to be baptized by Dazai with the eyes of a fool.

But unexpectedly, the young man lying on the hospital bed not only did not cast a strange look at him, but listened very seriously, without doubting the authenticity of Chu Shu's words at all.

"Have you met me ten years later in the future world?"

Dazai suddenly asked curiously.

Chu Shu just wanted to shake his head and say no, but before he could react, a large blurry fragment suddenly flashed in his mind. without a trace.

Chu Shu suddenly remembered something.

When he first arrived in the world ten years later, he thought that if he had the opportunity, he would go to Yokohama ten years later, but why didn't he go there?

After that, he even found time to go to Kumamoto, Kyoto and Nara, but he didn't go to Yokohama to check whether Dazai would be there ten years later.

why?

Why didn't he go to Yokohama?

After returning from the world ten years later, Chu Shu always felt that part of his memory did not match, as if a large part had been forcibly gouged out.

This feeling of worrying about gains and losses is really uncomfortable. Chu Shu is already thinking about cheating the ten-year bazooka from the little guardian in the cow suit of the Pengo Lie family. With the ten-year bazooka, he may be able to find himself That memory may be lost in the future.

……

After a while, Chu Shu's phone vibrated a few times, and he buried his head in a glance. It was a money transfer message, and the reward for this mission had already been transferred to his account.

Every time the organization sends out a mission, there will be a certain reward, and the amount of reward depends on the difficulty of the mission.

The task that Rum asked him to perform this time was of a certain degree of difficulty, and the subsequent rewards naturally increased accordingly.

Seeing the extra string of numbers on the account, Chu Shu temporarily put aside the confusion in his heart, looked at the black-haired boy lying on the bed with a smile, and said grandly, "When you recover from illness , let’s go to eat crab feast, steamed, boiled, fried or baked will be arranged for you.”

Dazai blinked, "I want to eat Shanghai hairy crabs."

He looked at Chu Shu eagerly, "I want the authentic one."

authentic?

Chu Shu tilted his head. Hearing what the young man meant, could it be that he wanted him to jump into Yangcheng Lake to fish a basket?That is the most authentic.

"The most authentic must be eaten locally."

Dazai added another sentence.

This time Chu Shu understood his words, "You mean you want to go to Shanghai to eat hairy crabs?"

Dazai nodded.

Chu Shu was puzzled, "Why do you suddenly want to go to Shanghai?"

"Because there is Disneyland there." Dazai replied with a smile.

Chu Shu was even more puzzled, "Isn't there a Disneyland in Tokyo? Why do you have to go to Shanghai?"

"That's different?"

"What's different?"

"Everywhere is different."

Dazai pulled up the quilt silently, covered half of his face, and said in a muffled voice while hiding in the quilt.

"In addition to Disneyland in Shanghai, I also want to go to the Panda Base in Sichuan."

"Do you like pandas?"

Chu Shu glanced at him suspiciously, "How do I remember that when I bought you pajamas, you explicitly rejected the panda pattern I picked for you."

"Wanting and liking are not the same concept."

Dazai yawned suddenly, it seemed that the hypnotic effect of the antipyretic medicine had finally taken effect on him.

"I want to go to those two places."

His voice was tinged with sleepiness, so it became soft, and it sounded a little unreal.

"I've wanted to go for a long time..."