Why aren't people raising me

Although it is metaphysical, people have premonitions.

Just now, under the extremely harsh kidnapping environment, Masaharu Nakahara did not feel much fear. He always had an inexplicable sense of stability, and he felt that he would be rescued.

He even knew the person who saved him earlier.

The one who kidnapped him was nothing more than someone who had a grudge against Mafia at the port. Masaharu Nakahara didn't think that the probability of meeting a second child trafficker was so high. When his vision went dark, he felt that the eyes that were quickly covered The hands are not entirely unfamiliar.

The bones, calluses, and the length of the fingers all vaguely matched the hand of the prisoner who killed the eyeliner.

Because his action of pointing through the window was a big shock to Masaharu, Nakahara Masaharu remembered that scene very clearly.

After the initial blurred vision, the outline of the person in front of me gradually became clearer.

"Yaji!"

Masaharu Nakahara blinked his only moving eye, and a sour feeling rushed into his nasal cavity suddenly.

The sense of satisfaction that the premonition came true was so illusory, Masaharu Nakahara was hugged by the boy before he moved.

Nakahara also carefully put Masaji down, slowly stretched his hands and feet, hugged him in his arms and tore off the tape that sealed his mouth, he looked anxiously at the tears welling up in those pale pink eyes, his voice contained Anger and self-blame, "Is it painful, bear with it, I will untie you right away, are you hurt, did he hit you? Did he do anything to you?"

The tape was torn off, Masaharu Nakahara hissed, and immediately touched the corner of his lips with one hand,

"It's all red." Zhongyuan Zhong also said softly,

What touches is not the skin of the fingertips, but the leather glove,

Masaharu Nakahara moved his numb lips, and just about to open his mouth to speak, the hand retracted nervously,

It seemed that he remembered his grudge, and he didn't dare to do such an intimate move as usual.

The words Masaharu Nakahara wanted to say got stuck in his throat.

The tip of his nose faintly smelled of gunpowder smoke. When he looked up, the first thing he saw was not Nakahara Chuya's eyes, but a strand of hair that swayed to his forehead, and then the black coat. Looking up, Masaharu Nakahara could only see the boy's smooth jaw—he was turning his head to talk to other people.

"Lord Zhongyuan, he has been caught."

"Take it back and give it to Sister Hongye."

"Yes!"

Masaharu Nakahara opened his eyes slightly,

Chuya, who has never seen a sharp edge before.

Even though we haven't seen each other for two months, it seems like a different person. Maybe the expensive clothes added a lot of points to this change, but the most essential thing is Chuya's temperament... More calm and confident, and clearly transparent Out of the coldness of the superior.

It doesn't seem to be suppressed everywhere in the sheep, and has scruples, as if the jewels are dusted.

and……

Masaharu Nakahara burst into flames,

She didn't want to talk to him at all!

"Look down at me!"

Nakahara Masaharu's imposing spray path.

As a result, his voice was weak, and the words were out of tune.

Masaharu Nakahara: "..."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Subordinate: "...Pfft."

Zhongyuan Zhong also bowed his head when he heard the words, "Who said I dare not look at you?"

Masaharu Nakahara: "Did I say you dare not?"

Zhong Yuan choked, instead of arguing with Masaji, he just frowned and said, "Your voice is so hoarse, please stop talking."

His hands passed Yazhi's legs and hugged him, "I'll take you to treatment first."

Masaharu Nakahara shrank into his brother's arms obediently, and said aggrievedly, "Is there a red mark on my mouth?"

"Yes."

"It's ugly." He wrinkled his nose,

Zhong Yuanzhong also had a look on his face, and then he seemed to relax and lowered his shoulders in a funny way, "Is this what you care about?"

"Some people say my face can charm girls."

Zhong Yuanzhong also put Masaharu on the car, and subconsciously scratched his nose, "A person who is a little bit big thinks a lot."

Even the tone of voice is pampering and gentle.

Both Masaharu Nakahara and Nakahara Nakahara were startled.

The corner of Masaharu's lips twitched uncontrollably, wanting to say something more, Nakahara Chuya suddenly closed the car door quickly, turned around and went to deal with the aftermath of the shootout.

Masaharu Nakahara: "..."

escaped.

He clearly realized that

Zhongyuan Zhong did not dare to face him.

But clearly...

He should be the one who feels guilty.

"I want to apologize to Chuya." Masaharu Nakahara murmured, "Then..."

"Then what?" A voice suddenly came from behind.

Masaharu Nakahara reflexively said, "Darryl, if you don't have a long mouth, you shouldn't speak."

And in the next second, he realized that this voice was not a vile god of death.

Masaharu Nakahara turned his head in astonishment, but because of his excessive movement, he stretched his neck, and tears came out with a cry.

"It's useless to cry for me, I won't be as distressed as a dwarf."

The owner of the voice said so.

Masaharu Nakahara hissed back his tears, "Why are you here too?"

"curious."

"Curious about Zhongye's relationship with me, are you curious about his reaction?"

"..."

There was an inexplicable silence, and Masaharu Nakahara felt that the atmosphere was a little low and thick.

He turned his head, and the smile on his face seemed out of place on the child's face, "I said it was right, did Zhong also know that you were coming? I guess I don't know, he will always be played around by you."

There was a handsome young man in the back seat.

He crossed his chest, crossed his legs and leaned lightly on the back of the chair, his drooping black hair covered his dull eyes, and even his slender fingers were wrapped with bandages.

Osamu Dazai.

Amazing, the boy who picked on Masaharu the first time.

This world is kind to children, and it can be more tolerant to good-looking children. Masaharu Nakahara doesn't often mention this, but he can always clearly feel the love of others when he first saw him, such as falling In the end, he can get greetings from strangers around him, and the generous people who ask him for directions will leave an extra candy or two after giving him change, and if he strays into the fighting circle, he will be kicked out by the hot-blooded thugs.

And Osamu Dazai and Masaharu Nakahara felt the scrutiny and malice from the other side when they met him for the first time.

Then there was a strange sentence, "Have you always been like this?"

Although it was only a one-time meeting, he left a bad impression on Masaharu Nakahara.

"Who is Darryl?" Osamu Dazai asked casually,

"My imaginary friend."

"Do you have a split personality?"

"I have to take me to see a psychiatrist."

The two came and went, and Masaharu Nakahara checked his wound while arguing with him.

"Are you really only eight years old?" Osamu Dazai leaned forward slightly,

And the change of angle made him see in the rearview mirror Masaharu Nakahara rolling his wrist and squeezing his eyes with tears.

Dazai Osamu: "..."

"It hurts." Masaharu Nakahara couldn't help it.

"It's no use being coquettish to me."

Ah, this guy is not at all gentle like Chuya.

Nakahara Masaharu grinned and thought,

"When will Chuya come back?" Since there was no one else, he could only ask Osamu Dazai.

But when the black-haired boy heard this, he seemed to feel ironic, and his voice was clearly tinged with coldness, "Why can you continue to enjoy his preference as if nothing happened after you did that kind of thing?"

Masaharu Nakahara paused, and Osamu Dazai continued,

"Didn't you sheep abandon him? The gray-haired one... seems to be called Shirase. At that time, he said firmly, you don't want to win."

Masaharu Nakahara: ...Huh?