After I divorced from chaos step

Since I was a child, I have supported Seiichi Yukimura, Osamu Dazai on my back, Dostoevsky on my shoulders, Ranpo Edogawa in my arms... only I have never been picked up by anyone.

When I was in the seaside hut, I also imagined that the hero All Might would fall from the sky, pick me up, and say his classic saying, "It's okay, why do you want to ask? Because I'm here."

It's a pity that light can't shine into all the dark places in this world. I haven't seen All Might until he has no choice but to retire.

Now that it's the first time I've fallen out of the air and been caught and held by a princess, the two have combined into one, and I'm kind of...happy.

The regret and vanity of youth were unexpectedly satisfied together.

But I immediately realized that this was not good. Nakahara Chuya was seven centimeters shorter than me, but he still had to work hard to hug me.

At this height, I can clearly stand on my own.

"Mr. Zhongyuan, thank you, please let me down."

Last time he caught my plate in the pirate restaurant, and this time he caught me from high above.Always bothering him.

After Zhongya Nakahara said "hmm", he didn't seem surprised that I was the one who caught me. He put me down and said, "I passed by here and saw you from above——you were injured!"

I looked down and saw that half of his palm was stained with blood, because he supported my back just now, and Gogol's knife was not lightly inserted.

"I'm fine, just a little bit of flesh."

I waved my hand and looked up, the place where I was standing just now was almost turned into ruins by Bakugo.

In the billowing dust, Qingxi could distinguish two figures who were fighting.

Without "hostages," heroes and criminals relax with each other, in their purest form.

Gogol is not good at melee attacks, but he is very cunning, and Bakugo is not a brave hero despite his young age.

I feel very conflicted.

If Gorey got caught, he might give me away because he thought it was funny.The police will carefully investigate every word said by this A-level criminal, and it will be a matter of time before they find my crime.

If Gorey hadn't been caught, he might have found it amusing to keep pestering me and disturb my peaceful life.

There are thousands of kinds of happiness in the world, but there is often only one kind of misfortune—that is, the social relationship that was originally maintained was broken.

Man is an independent individual, but man cannot exist independently in the world.It is inevitable to establish various relationships with parents, partners, children, friends, and even neighbors and colleagues.

These relationships eventually formed a tight network of relationships,

Once any kind of intimate relationship is destroyed, the original state is difficult to maintain.

I don't want him to be caught, I don't want him to escape, I want him to die where he is.

But heroes don't kill criminals, they just arrest them again and again.

bang.

A loud bang.

The whole wall collapsed.

I saw Gogol fly out of it, and out of nowhere he put on another red cloak.

Zhong Yuanzhong also suddenly changed his face, and cursed: "It's that guy——"

That rascal.

Not a friendly name.Speaking of it, the port mafia must have a deep hatred for the five evils that happened in Yokohama.

On a certain level, Hong Kong and black are more persistent than heroes, because they do not fight for justice, but to maintain the current situation, so they will desperately disinfect the invading foreign enemies.

Gogol's cloak snapped open and stretched tens of meters away.He made a face at Bakugou, then laughed and used his cloak to swipe through the air, almost like a scarlet lightning bolt.

Bakugo bombed indiscriminately behind him, flames splashing everywhere.

When Gogol passed by the sky above me, he smiled at me and made a mouth shape.

This mouth shape is a hint of threat.

【helpme~】

—Otherwise, the consequences are at your own risk.

I guess the second half of his sentence is this.

"Hey, are you alright!"

I didn't fall on the cold ground, but was supported by Zhongya Zhongyuan.

——He was already going to chase Gogol, but I fell to the ground at that moment.

He already knew that I was hurt, but I didn't know whether he would go after Gogol or save me.

Gogol didn't give me a choice at all. His dagger was coated with anesthetic or liquid medicine.

...Sure enough, as Grandma Hanamaru said, Nakahara Chu is also an enthusiastic young man.

Between killing enemies and saving lives, he chose the latter.

"I'm fine." I shook my head, trying to stand up straight, "You don't have to worry."

I think it's a bit sad that even with the powerful destructive power, I was still treated like a monkey by Gogol.

"What's the matter? You're already shaking!" Nakahara Chuya's tone suddenly became a little fierce, and he also exerted a little force on the hand holding my shoulder. During our conversation, Gogol and Bakugou had already They ran away after escaping and chasing.

"I'll take you to the hospital right away!"

"Eh, no need to—"

Zhong Yuanzhong also ignored my objection and hugged me.

Another princess hug!My old face is going to be red.

A group of policemen chased after her, and the leading middle-aged policeman said: "Wait a minute, she is a witness and needs to make a statement.".

Zhong Yuan also turned his head and asked: "Are you blind? Can't you see that someone is injured?"

"We'll call the ambulance right away—"

"Tch." A sneering smile appeared on the corner of Zhongyuan Zhongya's mouth, and then his footsteps paused, and I saw a crack stretch out from the flat ground under his feet, and countless cracks spread rapidly backwards.

He hugged me and continued to walk forward, leaning in his arms, I saw that the road behind me had completely collapsed.The policemen were shocked, stumbled on the gravel, and lay down on the ground.

"I'm sorry, please contact me slowly."

It was the first time for me to take Chuya Nakahara's car. He drove very fast, but he fastened the seat belt for me before getting in the car.

My back hurts, so I'm sitting in a twisted and weird position, and I don't have time for that.

I was already prone to motion sickness, and only when I was driving would I not get motion sickness. With the addition of the anesthetic Gogol applied to the dagger, I was completely dizzy.

The phone rang at this moment, it was a random email.

He sent a photo.

He was standing on the table, and because he was looking up, his legs appeared to be very long.

[Qingxixi, I see if it is 1.8 meters (*ˉ︶ˉ*)]

I held up my mobile phone and typed to reply him. The car bumped and the mobile phone almost hit me in the face.

Zhong Yuanzhong also pulled a pillow and threw it to me: "Stop playing with your phone, sit down!"

"it is good!"

I finally sent the reply to Ranbu.

[There are 1.9 meters! 】

The effect of the medicine continued to attack, my consciousness gradually became blurred, and my chest was filled with nausea.

The car braked suddenly, I turned my head, couldn't hold back, and vomited all on Zhongya Zhongyuan.

……Ruined.

Before I passed out, I thought so.I also heard Chuya Nakahara's last words.

"It'll be fine soon!"

……

I had a long, long dream, in which was the life I was supposed to experience.

When I was young, I dreamed of All Might like most children, and wanted to be a hero like him. Of course, it was not because of the lofty ideal of saving the world, but just because he was so handsome and majestic.

Every kid wants to be the center of attention.

Later, I was found to have no abilities and no personality, and I was an ordinary person who couldn't be more ordinary.

I was sad for a long time, but my parents reassured me that I don’t need to worry about it. My father only wanted me to be safe, happy and carefree. My mother hoped that I would be healthy and study hard.

If you can't be a selfless hero, mortals will have their own way of life.

The young Takema Yukimura Seiichi will gradually become a shining star, very different from me. He will go out of Japan, go to the world, and become the male god that countless girls dream of; while I will stay in the small Kamakura, Find an ordinary job and marry an ordinary man.

My husband may be a childish but reliable man like Marui Bunta. We will quarrel occasionally, but it will be fine soon.

I tie his tie every day, send him out, and pass him the lunch box. After get off work, he will buy me a flower, pick my favorite pink, and create an ordinary surprise.

Then we had a baby, we took care of him together, one was a good face and the other was a bad face, raising him the way most parents do, and when he grows up, he will have his own family again.

My parents walked ahead of us, and my husband and I bid them farewell with tears in our eyes, thanking them for their lifelong care and care.

Then maybe my husband will walk ahead of me, and I will kiss his cheek, and he will not let me cry when he is dying.

If he could still speak, he would definitely say: "Qingxi, thank you for taking care of me, it's an honor to have you."

I will definitely fight back tears and say, "Thank you, I'm equally honored."

In the end it was my child who saw me off, and this time it was my turn not to let him cry.

I hope to teach him some truth in the end, so that he can live up to this predestined blood relationship.

So, what do I want to say.

Probably--

[Please cherish ordinary happiness and know that you are a mortal. 】

When I woke up, I looked at the white ceiling and kept thinking about this dream.

Yes, this should have been my ordinary life.

From the day he got the power, he was completely disrupted.

My life, which was a one-way road to the end, has been completely turned upside down.

"woke up?"

Chuya Nakahara's voice came from beside him. He was sitting on a stool, and he seemed to be waiting for me to wake up.

When I saw out the window, it was already dark, and I was a little embarrassed.

The work of the Mafia should be very busy, and he is a cadre, so I caused him trouble.

"Mr. Zhongyuan, you go back first, I'm fine now."

"What's the matter?" He frowned and stood up, as if he wanted to educate me.

I thought he was going to ask me, why am I there?Why am I hurt?Do I know Gogol?

These questions, I have compiled the answer, but he did not ask.

Didn't ask a single word.

What he asked was: "Are you hungry, would you like something to eat?"

"……I'm okay."

"What's the matter? If you're hungry, just say you're hungry. I bought something to eat."

This is a single ward, and I saw a large fruit basket on the cabinet next to the bed.

There are all kinds of fruits neatly arranged inside.There is also a thermal box next to it.

"An apple? Or carambola? Forget it, let's have some porridge first."

He opened an insulated box, took out half a bowl of porridge, and brought it over.

There was no small table on the hospital bed, so it was extremely inconvenient to eat. I had a tube inserted in one hand for infusion, and I had to hold a spoon with the other hand and eat from the bowl he was holding.

It was delicious chicken porridge with mushrooms, but I was embarrassed to let him hold it like this all the time, so I planned to eat it quickly, but the porridge underneath was too hot, and I accidentally burned my tongue, which made me breathe out in pain.

Seeing this, Zhongyuan Zhong also reprimanded softly: "I said it was hot, why are you eating so fast?"

"……sorry."

"I'm too lazy to talk about you."

He leaned over, blew lightly on the side of the porridge bowl for a while, and then said, "Okay, it shouldn't be hot now, slow down."

I looked at him, as if I saw myself taking care of Tuosi and Luanbu.

...I've never been cared for like this.

I don't know if Zhong Yuanzhong often takes care of others, but he blows the porridge to a temperature that suits my taste, and I finish it quickly.

He pulled out a tissue and handed it to me, and put the bowl back on the cabinet.

I saw his coat thrown in the corner, and he was wearing only a silver shirt, and suddenly remembered that I vomited on him in the car.

"Mr. Zhongyuan, I'm sorry!" I wanted to sit up, but the wound on my back was affected, "I caused you a lot of trouble, and even vomited on you!"

"I'm fine." Nakahara said impatiently, "I didn't spit out any of my arms or legs. Can you be as quick as Grandma Hanamaru? I've heard how many times you said I'm sorry?"

He was really a little impatient, so he changed the subject and asked me: "...that rabbit ice cream, there is a store in front, do you want to eat it?"

"Rabbit ice cream?"

"It's the one that was bitten by that guy last time, and the last time it didn't have to be sold. I found it here when I brought you here today." He paused and said, "If you want to eat, I'll make it up to you twice."

I shouldn't have troubled him, but when the words came to my lips——

"...I really want to eat."

Then I saw a smile in his eyes.

"Then I'll go buy it now and I'll be back later. If you need anything, just ring the bell and call the doctor."

"Ah."

He closed the door softly.I took out my phone and checked the time, it was already 07:30 in the evening.

It's almost time for Ranpo and their detective agency to have dinner at night.

...Should I tell him I'm in the hospital?

Forget it, let him finish eating.

I looked out of the window, and Nakahara Nakaya had just stepped onto the late cherry blossom path made of bluestone slabs along the street lamp.

His steps are light and steady.

The first street light came on, just above his head.

The shadows of the whirling trees and the orange lights are intertwined, creating a quiet and beautiful atmosphere in a gentle and lingering way.

Then there was the second light, the third light, the fourth light... A row of street lights lit up one by one in his footsteps.

The evening wind blows, blowing off the petals of the cherry blossom trees like clouds and snow.

A few pieces fell on his shoulders, blending gently with the silver-white material.