Why aren't people raising me

The voice of this sentence was very low, probably because he didn't want to be heard, so he couldn't help but read it out.But Masaharu Nakahara, who was engrossed, heard it clearly.

Reincarnated as an adult?

What do you mean?

His eyes were a little more probing and eager.Masaharu Nakahara poked Chuya's waist, "Can I chat with that brother for a while?"

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't care and turned his head to look, "Is there anything about him that attracts you?"

"Looks good, sounds good."

"Oh... oh." It seems that children will get close to people with good appearance, and they like people who have a gentle temperament. Zhongya Nakahara heard Dr. Hei say that if people want to judge their own beauty and ugliness, they can stand in front of everything. In front of a baby who doesn't understand, if he smiles, then you are good-looking, although Zhong also feels that this theory is not reliable at all.

Zhong Yuanzhong also said: "Go if you want, I will watch here."

So Masaharu Nakahara climbed off the stool and trot to the side of the brown-haired boy.

He seemed to be taken aback, watching Masaharu getting closer and swallowing his saliva.

"My name is Masaharu Nakahara." Masaharu stretched out his hand and said a very old-fashioned pick-up line, "Have we met before?"

But this line seems to have a special effect on the young man, his eyes are instantly covered with water, as if something came to him through memory,

"Takashi, my name is Natsume Takashi." The young man lightly shook Masaharu's hand. Such a serious self-introduction was beyond funny, but Natsume Takashi seemed to cherish this skin-to-skin contact.

His voice was stained with a smile, "Is your surname Zhong Yuan?"

"Ah."

"The name Yazhi sounds nice."

"Is there anything special about him?"

"Hey?"

Masaharu Nakahara looked at him, "You seem to have an association with this name."

Natsume Takashi was caught off guard by the start of this topic, "...do you see it?"

Nakahara Masaharu nodded.

The boy's gaze seemed to be shifted a bit, and his answer was a few beats slower.

Yazhi was very familiar with this look.

Because when he faced Darryl, he was looking at inhuman things that others couldn't see.The deviated line of sight was clearly focused, Masaharu Nakahara looked back, but saw nothing unusual.

Darryl squatted on the back of the chair with an inexplicable smile on his face.

"Because I heard that the name is the shortest curse." The young man's expression was focused and sincere, and he even expressed kindness bluntly, "You look very similar to a friend of mine, and I can't help but think that fate is really amazing thing."

Emotional transfer.

Nakahara Masaharu felt this keenly.

The kindness of the young man in front of him could hardly be concealed, and Masaharu Nakahara felt that he was looking at himself, as if he was looking at another person.

"What does it mean to be reincarnated?"

Natsume Takashi's expression was a little stiff, he didn't seem to be very good at lying, and he obviously made up for it, "That's just my nonsense, don't worry about it."

Is it my previous life?

Masaharu Nakahara glanced at Chuya Nakahara who was waiting.

He felt that if he asked this question now, he would definitely get the answer.

but……

"Don't ask?"

Darryl said to him, "You finally got a clue."

but……

Masaharu Nakahara's voice was indistinct, "If I have the memory of my previous life, will it still be me?"

This is not the same as looking back a little bit. Masaharu Nakahara didn't know what state he would be in when he was exposed to the complete story for a while.Do you feel so strange that you are simply looking at another person's life, or are you being implicated in recalling everything.

"Ah?" Darryl was inconceivable, "Why do you think so much? You're as slender as a coward. Isn't this kind of question discussed by philosophers? I feel like I'm moaning for nothing."

"Your soul has grown to a certain point, and you have to remember all of this."

The mouth is poisonous and merciless.

But Nakahara Masaharu was not affected by her, he was always used to hearing Darryl's taunts, and Darryl would always compare him with his previous life.

It's not really fear, Masaharu Nakahara also wanted to know what happened before, which made him reincarnated for the third time.

"But you have to give me some time to react." Nakahara Masaharu muttered, "I don't want other people to suddenly participate in my life. Now I have Chuya and my new family members. I am already very happy."

It is not a good thing to guess the cause and effect of the previous life.

"What's wrong?" Natsume Takashi didn't hear his whisper clearly.

"It's nothing." Masaharu Nakahara took out his mobile phone, "Brother Natsume, can I play with you again?"

Go back and wait for the right time to ask him again.Now... Masaharu wants to be with Chuya.

"Brother Natsume...Brother?" Natsume Takashi seemed to be stunned by this title, "Of course, but I live in a very remote village, and this time I came here to visit Uncle Zi's relatives,"

"Is it Yahara?"

Masaharu Nakahara blurted out this place that came to mind for no reason.

Natsume Takashi's pupils trembled.

Masaharu Nakahara's heart tightened.

It just so happened that Chuya Nakahara called him over, and Masaharu Nakahara uncomfortably wrote down Takashi Natsume's contact information, and even looked back when he ran away.

While following Chuya Nakahara, Masaharu heard him ask, "Did you have a good chat?"

"is acceptable."

"Isn't he good-looking and has a nice voice?"

Masaharu Nakahara: "..."

He looked up, "Chuya, are you jealous?"

"Don't learn a word and use it blindly."

Masaharu Nakahara was very kind, "Actually, you are also good-looking and have a nice voice."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

He coughed lightly, turned his head, and said dryly, "Oh, I see."

***

Masaharu was quite satisfied with the results of the examination. He had no terminal illness, but Nakahara looked at the report and frowned, "Are you malnourished?"

Masaharu Nakahara felt a little guilty, "I ate instant noodles for several days before."

"I remember you can cook? Don't they give you food expenses? Even so, didn't you spend a while with those two criminal policemen?"

"...the bubble, the instant noodles are delicious."

Chuya's voice suddenly became majestic, "Masaharu Nakahara—"

Masaharu Nakahara immediately hugged his thigh, "I was wrong, I was wrong, I will eat well! Brother Matsuda also prepared bento for me... Although his cooking skills are very average, I am not picky!"

"Do you see how you speak? Are you not picky?"

"My body still needs time to react. The book says that malnutrition needs to be rectified for at least two to three months, or even half a year."

"Which book said it?"

"Uh... parenting magazine? Brother Matsuda's."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

His silence made Masaharu Nakahara, who had his eyes closed, couldn't help but look up at him, but his eyes were covered by Chuya's hand, "Okay, don't pretend to be pitiful, and make me seem fierce."

Masaji of the Central Plains will climb up the pole, "I know that Zhong Ye is the easiest to be soft-hearted!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also sighed helplessly.

They got into the luxury car again, and Masaharu Nakahara was a little tired. He lay on Nakahara's lap and emphasized seriously, "I want to sleep for a while, and you have to wake me up when I reach the destination. I don't want to open my eyes and feel myself It will be teleported."

"Got it, got it." Zhong Yuanzhong also responded, "Go to sleep, I won't leave."

Masaharu Nakahara closed his eyes in peace.

Sure enough, he was woken up by Chuya. The red-haired boy who made a promise and would not break his promise moved very gently. Masaharu Nakahara lay on his shoulder to wake up, and let him carry himself out of the car door.

"This is what you want to follow."

"I know, I'll wake up soon, and I'm not sleepy at all." Masaharu Nakahara, who was blown by the cold wind, became clearer. He looked at the destination, which was an old billiard bar with a brick structure. On it was written livid words - the old world.

Masaharu Nakahara: "...Chuya, you drink."

"You have to learn." Zhong Yuan said lightly, "I joined the Youth Association of Port Mafia. This is where we often gather. They are my new companions... probably."

"Then am I the family member of the mafia member at the port, the one who needs to be protected?"

"Yes."

Masaharu Nakahara clicked his tongue, "...Hiss, so cool."

Zhong Yuanzhong also laughed a few times, "Only you will be excited about this kind of thing."

He was very steady when he walked, Masaharu Nakahara twisted his body, "Put me down, I will walk by myself."

Zhongyuan Zhong also frowned, and jokingly said, "Why, are you still embarrassed?"

"If Chuya's new companion sees him like this, he will be ridiculed."

Zhong Yuan Zhong also moved his eyes slightly, "Although I'm not sure... But I don't think they will say anything to you."

He put Masaharu Nakahara down, "Besides, there are a few people you have met."

The quaint door was pushed open, Nakahara Nakaya took Masahar into the world behind the door, and the dim light gradually shone on them.

In the room, the handsome young man with a tear mole under his eyes raised his glass and smiled, "Yo, Zhongye, your younger brother came after me."

Lying on the billiard table, the boy with a childish face turned his head and looked this way, his tone raised briskly, "Zhongye, who is this, the taste in hairstyle is exactly the same as yours, it's not too bad to bring a brat to the bar Appropriate."

The man carrying the infusion stand raised his slender arms, "Yazhi, you look much better."

Huddled in the corner, the gloomy-faced man had a gloomy gaze and said nothing.

And among these people, an inexplicably elegant young man raised his hand with beautiful bones, "Chuya, is this the child you raised?"

YMCA at port mafia.

They have different looks, but what catches Masaharu Nakahara's eyes is only a series of unified numbers - August 2012, 8.

Masaharu Nakahara took a breath.

His eyes frantically lingered on those numbers. Although there was a gap of minutes and seconds, these people undoubtedly died on the same day and at the same time.

Zhongya Nakahara replied in a casual and relaxed tone, "You all guessed it, what else do I need to say?" He introduced Masaharu Nakahara in sequence, "This is a public security officer, a fool bird, a surgeon, cold blood, and the Youth Association The creator of the pianist."

Masaharu Nakahara tightly clenched Nakahara's hand because of the unexplained chill.

The red-haired young man's brows and eyes were full of joy that maybe even he didn't know. It was obvious that he liked these new companions quite a lot.

With a smirk on his lips, the silly bird approached Yazhi with a strong figure, "Little devil, do you drink? Let me tell you, your brother's wine is not very good."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also surprised, "Stupid bird! Don't lead him down."

“Champagne is delicious!”

"He's only eight years old!"

The silly bird laughed, "Can you play billiards? Your brother is pretty good at it."

Zhongyuan Zhong also gritted his teeth, "Look at me killing you to death."

The pianist came over to persuade him, "You guys are more like children than quiet children."

Leng Xue also snorted, "Childish ghost."

Zhongyuanzhong is also integrated among them, and Masaharu Zhongyuan can't see the slightest rejection,

Compared with Yangli, the current Zhongye is obviously more flamboyant and brisk.

Masaharu Nakahara was carried into a high seat by the public security officer, "Shall I bring you a glass of milk?"

The young man's smile doesn't seem to be as fake as a mask.

He is kind to me because of Zhongye.

Masaharu Nakahara clearly recognized this.

"Stupid bird! Don't mix alcohol into Masaji's milk!"

"Just a little bit!"

"If children drink alcohol, it may affect brain development."

"Hey, hey? Will this happen?!"

"If Masaharu becomes demented, Chung will kill you too."

"Then let him grow up a bit..."

The old world was noisy, but the atmosphere was very harmonious.

Darryl floated by the counter, a deep shadow fell on Masaharu Nakahara's forehead.