Why aren't people raising me

When Yazhi was seven years old, there seemed to be a rift between the Yangli Presbyterian Church and Zhongye.

The rift didn't happen all at once, it just started showing up at the age of seven.

Because they always want to make the organization bigger, like the port mafia, to become the leader of Yokohama, which represents greater power and wealth, but they don't want to do anything.

"Tch, why pretend to be majestic, do you really think you are the leader?"

Masaharu Nakahara once heard Shirase complaining to Yuxing angrily.

They are now at the age of disobeying discipline, and they are all of the same age, and there is no obvious class distinction.

Masaharu Nakahara went to Nakahara Nakaya to ask about the situation, but the boy slapped his head, "Don't think so much, we're fine."

"I think you two had a fight."

"You feel wrong."

"Do Shirase and the others want to turn the sheep into an illegal armed organization?" Masaharu Nakahara sat cross-legged next to Nakaya, "But isn't the original intention of our sheep the Boys' Self-Defense Corps?"

"That's why I don't agree." Zhong also brushed Yazhi's curly hair, "It's nothing, don't worry, they said those words just out of anger."

Because of his brother's repeated assurances, Masaharu Nakahara didn't really take these disputes to heart.

They are family, brothers, partners in times of trouble, and they should trust each other more than anyone else.

But before he knew it, Masaharu Nakahara noticed that Shirase and the others would avoid walking.Or put on a hat and hide in a corner, in short, to stay out of their sight.

Masaharu would squat next to him, and others would look at him, as if they were playing childish hide-and-seek.

"Why are you hiding from them..." Yazhi asked quietly.

"Last time they ran out of money and came to me to ask for it, but I know that they all went to buy alcohol secretly." Zhongya replied in a low voice, "Maaji, you can't drink like them, you really have to wait until you are an adult. "

"Has your rebellious period come yet?" Masaharu Nakahara asked suddenly,

"Huh?" Zhong Yuanzhong was also surprised.

"You are in adolescence at this age, and you all have secondary illnesses, so you will quarrel." Masaharu Nakahara said seriously, "I am different. I passed the rebellious period two years ago."

"Why are you so proud...No, where did you get this fallacy." The young man pinched his face, "A monster with a mouth can speak well, don't read those miscellaneous books."

"What I read is not a miscellaneous book, but a serious educational book called 'The Origin of Mankind'."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Yazhi looked excited, and continued, "Then I knew that we came out of our mother's stomach, not picked up in the trash can."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

He had a weird expression on his face, "But you picked it up in the trash can."

Masaharu Nakahara: "..."

Masaharu Nakahara was expressionless: "Oh."

"Pfft, just kidding, you must be born of a human, but I'm not sure..." He swallowed the second half of the sentence, only he could hear it.

"Chuya, don't say half of what you say..." Masaharu Nakahara poked him, "I feel that you have something on your mind recently."

And they will not hide secrets between brothers.

This is what Chuya said, so Masaharu did as well, and he told Chuya everything except the existence of Daryl, which he could not reveal.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also silent for a while...

He turned his head and smiled softly, "Then I'll tell you later."

his secret -

His inhuman life experience.

The two of them were so engrossed in whispering that they didn't notice Shirase who had been watching them from above for a long time.

"Chuya!" the gray-haired boy shouted, "What are you doing squatting here, aren't your legs numb?"

Zhong Yuanzhong was also frightened. He swallowed the scream that almost rushed out of his throat, stood up as if nothing had happened, put his hands in his pockets, and said without guilt, "I am playing peek-a-boo with Yazhi."

Yaji: "...?"

Zhong Ye asked, "What do you want from me?"

"Air was captured by the port mafia!"

"What!" Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his voice, "Have you provoked the port mafia? We are far away from them—when did this happen?"

"Sky, Kong wanted to rob their arsenal. At noon, I noticed that there were very few people holding hands there, so..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned anxiously, "How many times have I told you that you need to discuss with me before taking action. It is useless for you to take such a pure risk. I will rescue them, and you will send Masaharu back."

Masaharu Nakahara raised his hand, "I can go back by myself."

"Don't make trouble, you are the easiest hostage."

The sheep's reputation grows, and rivals follow.

They have really become an armed organization now, and they also have enemies, and the things they encounter are even more despicable and difficult to deal with.

Masaharu Nakahara is the youngest child among the sheep and the younger brother of the king of sheep, so he is the best kidnapping target.

"I see." Realizing this, Nakahara Masaharu silenced.

He reduced his trips and rarely separated from Zhongyuan Zhongye.

***

They also have their lives hanging by a thread.

To be honest, I might have to thank Darryl at the time,

It was a night when everyone was sleeping, and the people on duty didn't have any warning, because they didn't notice any outsiders coming in at all.

Nakahara Masaharu was lying on his back and sleeping on the bed. His sleeping position belonged to the one with a sense of security, completely exposing his neck and abdomen, because he believed in Nakahara Chuya who was sleeping beside him.

But then, Darryl woke him up, "Jaji."

Just a name, as if a bucket of cold water was poured on his head, Masaharu Nakahara opened his eyes.

The field of vision was very dark, only the moonlight coming in from the window, but Yazhi saw a tall figure clearly, and he screamed in fright, "Chuya!"

Without a moment's pause, Zhongyuan Zhong also turned over, as quickly as instinct, he supported Yazhi's side with one hand and blocked the man's swinging arm with the other.

Nakahara Masaharu saw under the moonlight that the murder weapon that the man was holding was a broken toothbrush.

"It's... my toothbrush?" The color faded from his face for a moment, and he took a few steps back under Chuya's protection.

"Who are you?" Nakahara Chuya asked coldly.

The man replied sullenly, "The dead don't need to know the answer."

It's the younger generation of port mafia - cold blooded.

A well-known elite killer in the other world, he kills by anything on the scene, steel wire, toothbrush, cups, cotton balls, these humble daily utensils can be taken away in his hands. The weapon of life.

However, what he is good at is assassination.

After being discovered by Zhong Ye, the two fled cold-bloodedly in the dark within a few moments of fighting. Not surprisingly, they were forced to retreat after being injured.

There was no sound when the Tathagata came, and even the sheep on duty didn't notice it.

"Damn port mafia!" Zhong Yuanzhong also punched the wall with ordinary strength, he still wouldn't demolish the house, "If you can't do it, you will have to get it back one day."

The boy turned around, and his hoarse voice immediately became gentle, "Jazhi, are you alright?"

This sentence seems to be the most repeated sentence in Zhongye.

He was always worried about Masaharu Central Plains, as if the safety of Masaharu occupied all his mind.

Pretty much the same.

Masaharu Nakahara grumbled, "I'm fine..."

"There's something wrong with your tone, are you scared?" Zhongya Nakahara climbed onto the bed and patted Masaharu's back comfortingly, "Don't be afraid, the bad guys have been beaten away."

Although he grew up in a poor slum, everyone still treats Yazhi in the same way as teasing children.

I don't know whether it is the harshness of the adults or the gentleness of the adults. They are protecting a child's innocence, caring and stubbornness.

Tell him fairy tales, use cute words for him, and sometimes make up lies to trick him.

"Actually, the heart is about to jump out." Masaharu Nakahara pointed to his chest, "Boom, boom, the sound of a heartbeat."

It's strange that Zhongyuan Zhong also felt that the one who was comforted was the hesitant himself.

He pulled Yazhi into his arms in fear, "Go to sleep, I'll be with you."

Nakahara didn't close his eyes that night, and Nakahara Masaharu actually didn't fall asleep, but he snuggled into his brother's arms with a particularly peaceful expression.

***

When Masaharu was eight years old, Yokohama was in chaos again.

Because the former leader of the port mafia suddenly "resurrected", the Central Plains also began to blatantly investigate Huangba spit.

"What is Huang Ba spit?"

"It's a god."

Masaharu Nakahara frowned, "I hate God."

Nakahara Chuya: "Huh?"

Daryl who suddenly jumped out to join the topic: "Huh?"

"Why?" Nakahara Chuya's tone was a little cautious,

"Because God is proud and wicked."

Zhong Yuanzhong also tried to restore the image of God, "Isn't there such a, so, a God who is gentle and helpful?"

"That's because humans offered incense to him, so he responded to some people's requests according to his mood."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Zhong Yuanzhong almost felt that he was knowledgeable, "How did you know this?"

"I just know it."

Discussions about God were somewhat cynical, and Zhong Yuanzhong didn't care too much, "Stop reading some mythology books... Forget it, just read it if you like it, and you won't believe it when you grow up."

Before that quarrel between brothers, Zhong Yuanzhong also disappeared for a while.

Nakahara Masaharu followed Shirase to find him in the game hall, and beside him was a black-haired boy who was looking this way curiously.

Nakahara Masaharu didn't like him at first sight.

Because he keenly felt the malice emanating from the other party, and the eyes that seemed to be looking at a rare species,

Nakahara Masaharu habitually shrank behind Nakahara Nakaya. He heard the black-haired boy ask,

"Have you always been like this?"

It has always been like this, has it always been like this?

Masaharu Nakahara's gaze first drifted to the top of his head, and then fell to his face.

The countdown that is always moving will always attract his attention, and people will subconsciously pay attention to changing things.Who knew that this subtle change in sight would fall into Osamu Dazai's eyes.

"What are you looking at?" he asked.

Because he knew that the other party was Port Mafia, Masaharu Nakahara replied with a tit-for-tat sting, "Look at the knife hanging above your head."

"..."

The other party was a little startled.

Zhong also asked him to go back first,

Masaharu Nakahara saw his secretive intentions, and asked bluntly, "Do you want to partner with Port Mafia?"

"No, it's impossible." He said simply, and after a pause, Nakahara Chuya said again, "We just have the same purpose, and the routes collided together."

***

Their quarrel is connected by clues.

***

Masaharu Nakahara began to have intermittent fevers when he returned home, without warning.

Accompanied by the high fever is a dizzy and swollen head, as well as swarms of memories.

These memories just popped up little by little, just the occasional flashing fragments, occasional hallucination moments, for example, someone's voice made him feel familiar, and someone's glance reminded him of weird eyes.

But now, they are scrambling to get into Masaharu's head, making him feel like his scalp is about to explode.

He listened to what Zhong Ye said, didn't go out, just stayed in the room,

He didn't make any noise to let others discover his abnormality, but he just endured it silently.

"Do you want to remember?" Darryl, who found something wrong with him, raised his excited tone, "It's great, it's been almost eight years since your soul started to recover, I really don't want to be with a The little brat got along..."

"Shut up." Masaharu Nakahara was terribly annoyed.

His emotions fluctuated greatly under the stimulation of memory.

He saw a group of white shadows.

That's a cannibal.

The features of those ghosts are very similar, and they look like a family.

They took care of him with the greatest effort, brought him up, and seemed to slowly learn what "love" is.

The figures of those ghosts were gradually engulfed by the flames, the youngest of them looked at him with gentle and sad eyes,

"Yaji..."

He called softly,

"Don't come to hell to suffer again because of my sins."

Then, although he was not injured, he felt a pain in his neck.

It was a burning pain, and the surrounding muscles became numb, followed by increasingly cold limbs.

Piercing the main artery will not cause him to die immediately, but to feel the process of death.

In the memory, a teenager cried and crawled to his side, stretched out his hands and pressed the wound on his neck firmly, and was worried that it would affect his breathing,

"Please, survive, Mr. Yaji."

He looked up at someone helplessly, "Mr. Yiyong, what should I do? Can this kind of injury be cured?"

Kamado Tanjiro.

Nakahara Masaharu remembered the boy's name.

"Don't give up life easily, you are still so young, you still have a lot of things to do..."

His hands were shaking badly, which was the aftereffect of excessive use of muscles, or it might be that the scene that happened shocked him too much,

After about ten seconds...

The boy suddenly calmed down,

He stared sadly into Yazhi's eyes, as if he smelled something unusual, "It turns out...you really don't have any will to live."

"I understand the feeling of not being able to abandon my family."

He gently put his hands on Yazhi's chest, "Sleep, I hope you can reunite with your family on the other side..."

They are just strangers who have met once.

Nakahara Masaharu felt the sincerity of the boy.

……

The picture in my memory has changed again,

A tall black-haired boy pushed the white-haired boy angrily, his eyes were dark and deep, "So why is it him! Why, what qualifications do they have to deal with Masaharu!"

A monster with huge wings leaned on a person's shoulder lonely, "Lord Kishi, when will we see Master Masaharu again?"

Even though the latter two clips are not as clear as the first one, Masaharu Nakahara received a flood of emotions.

***

On the other side, Nakahara Chuya was looking for Masaharu.

Recently, he has been investigating Huangbatu and his own life experience, and now he almost has the answer, although it is not clear, but he is ready.

He wants to tell Nakahara Masaharu his "secret".

There should be no secrets between brothers, only in that way can the same sincere affection be obtained.

But because of his anxiety, he didn't notice Masaharu Nakahara's abnormality, he didn't see his slowness and pain.

"Jaji, I have something to tell you..."

"That's what you asked me before, haven't I been investigating Huangba's spit recently?"

"Actually, I'm not human."

Then, Nakahara was inexplicably rejected and loathed by Masaharu.

He has never seen Masaharu like this before, he can't accept him as if he has been hit by a thunderbolt, even a little unreasonable, the feeling of throwing out his sincerity and being thrown back makes his brain stunned, even though his reason tells him that Masaharu's words should be against his will The words, but the grievance and anger still made Zhongyuan Zhongye turn around and leave.

You should calm down.

The Central Plains also want to.

Calm down for two days.

As a result, he was betrayed by the sheep before he finished dealing with the matter with Yazhi.

Oh, should it be said that the sheep betrayed him?

A whole organization, with dozens of people, are all on the opposite side of Zhongye Zhongye. With such an overwhelming gap in numbers, others will only think that Zhongye Zhongye betrayed the organization and betrayed his companions.

As for Yaji...

"Chuya, Masaji doesn't want you anymore, he just stays with us."

While clutching his abdominal wound under the cliff, Nakahara Chuya gritted his teeth and recalled Shirase's harsh voice.

"Take Masaharu away." He said to Dazai Osamu who came to him.

The black-haired boy opened his eyes slightly, and then smiled, "Isn't it Zhongye, isn't this a script of suffering? You have completely become a bad person who arranges everything behind the scenes and doesn't want others to be grateful."

"There is no need to be grateful..." Zhong Yuan twisted his facial features due to the pain, and he took a slow breath like suffocation, "Masaharu did not participate in this siege, so... it should have nothing to do with him."

"Do you trust that little brat that much?" Osamu Dazai said casually,

The red-haired boy stared at him fixedly, "He is my younger brother."

One-handedly brought up, very close brother.

***

and so……

"Wake up, Masaharu." Nakahara Chuya sat beside the hospital bed, held Masaharu's hand lovingly, and said in a low voice with slightly lowered eyes,

"You haven't grown up yet..."

His eyes fell on the child's face, precious and tender.

Then, someone knocked on the door of the ward.

Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his head as if awakened, his pupils trembling in surprise,

Shirase pushed the door open involuntarily, but didn't come in immediately, "Chuya, someone came to find Masaharu and said he was a friend of Masaharu."

A figure swayed, blocking the light of the corridor,

The person who appeared in the field of vision, Zhong Yuanzhong, has also met a few times.

"Oh, brother who is good-looking and has a nice voice." He narrated in a flat tone without a trace of emotion,

Natsume Takashi: "..."