Zongman: I have really retired!

Because Meng Shuxu often works overtime, he actually doesn't go home often. He lives in the office most of the time. It is only in the past two years that the situation in Japan has stabilized that he has time to go home.

As a result, after just a few days of silence, Feodor came again, and with Dazai Osamu whom he had originally trained as his successor, even a genius like Meng Shuxu couldn't withstand the torment of two little lunatics.

Meng Shuxu did not live in the urban area of ​​Kyoto. Instead, he bought a piece of land outside Kyoto and built a villa courtyard similar to Xia Youjie. This habit of buying land to build a village when you have money probably came from the old man.

Hmm... It can also be said to be the awakening of blood. Anyway, both Xia Youjie and Meng Shuxu like this leisurely scenery.

Under the silent sky are mountains and dense green forests. The sounds of birds singing, the fragrance of flowers and the gurgling sounds of streams reflect the elegant and ink-like night. In the distance, another round of bright moon slowly rises from the rolling clouds, sprinkling the sky. The next faint ray of moonlight was obviously a little light obtained by refracting the sun, but it sprinkled them on this dim land without hesitation.

The bright moonlight reflects on the clouds above Nanshan Mountain, shining like a mysterious purple gemstone, deep and charming.

"Actually, this world is quite beautiful, right?"

Gojo Satoru looked up at the city with neon lights in the distance and suddenly spoke.

Dazai Osamu, who was leading the way, twitched the tips of his ears slightly, and slowed down his pace. His slightly curly hair covered the inquisitive look in the corners of his eyes.

The relationship between these two people seems unusual...

Xia Youjie's eyes and brows seemed to be filled with a smile. He blinked his eyes that were a little dry due to the mountain wind a few times, and said unhurriedly: "Well, the weather is nice today." His tone was unexpectedly calm. .

Gojo Satoru seemed to have received a satisfactory answer and no longer said anything. He just moved his body closer to Xia Youjie, and there was a faint feeling that he would press against him in the next second.

Gojo Satoru probably remembered Xia Youjie's words before his death - it's just that in this world, I can't laugh from the bottom of my heart.

As night falls, the lighting of the villa is a warm yellow halo. Although the overall decoration of the villa is relatively simple and elegant, there is warmth everywhere from the warm colors of the lighting, the wooden floors and the exquisite murals on the walls.

Xia Youjie looked around and knew that this was not the style Meng Shuxu liked. It was so familiar and disgusting. Obviously none of the owners living here liked this style of environment, but Meng Shuxu still decorated it on the grounds of taking care of children. so.

Xia Youjie: Forget it, just think of it as taking care of the sick...

Although the villa is generally in warm colors, Meng Shuxu's office is mainly in simple dark colors. To be honest, every time Xia Youjie enters Meng Shuxu's office, he feels like he is entering a library.

Because Meng Shuxu's office not only has many books, but is also as clean and tidy as a model room. Although Meng Shuxu cannot use it frequently due to work reasons, this does not prevent Meng Shuxu from turning his office into a library.

But it seems different this time...

Xia Youjie frowned and looked at the office where books were scattered all over the floor, and then at the two tables filled with books placed in the reception area. Wow - this is not Meng Shuxu's character.

"Are you really planning to open a library? I just said that your office looks like a library, but I didn't expect you to actually figure it out."

Xia Youjie casually picked up a book on the ground and was about to put it on the table when his eyes inadvertently glanced at the title - "Notes from the Basement".

When he turned around and put the books on the table, he noticed that there was a young man behind the high stack of books.

He seemed to be in poor health, and his face was a little pale. He was obviously a typical Russian, but he was as weak as a patient who had not seen the light for a long time, and there was an aura of malaise about him.

The young man seemed to be very sensitive to sight. He tilted his head slightly and met Xia Youjie's eyes. It was obviously the first time they met, but he seemed to know Xia Youjie. He smiled at Xia Youjie and nodded slightly. He showed his kindness and continued to write something at his desk.

Xia Youjie judged that this was the apprentice Liana had thrown to Meng Shuxu. He felt that he was quite similar to him in the previous world, specifically referring to his physical condition.

Dazai Osamu yawned lazily and then sat in front of another table. He didn't write anything. He just lay on the table sluggishly and buried his face in his arms angrily. He was obviously a female high school student. His posture was natural and not awkward at all.

At this time, Meng Shuxu was typing away at the computer and processing documents, with a half-turned report in hand. He turned a blind eye to the arrival of Gojo Satoru and Xia Youjie, and didn't even say hello.

Xia Youjie had long been used to it. He originally wanted to find a place to sit and wait for Meng Shuxu to finish processing the documents in front of him, but he looked around and found that there were no extra chairs in the entire office.

Although a very spacious office space was left in the original design, a large number of bookshelves took up the space. Even the remaining reception area was now occupied by two tables filled with books.

Xia Youjie twitched the corner of his mouth and pulled Gojo Satoru to the living room.

"That guy is quite interesting."

Gojo Satoru said with interest, crossing his legs.

Xia Youjie went into the kitchen and rummaged for tea leaves.

"Him? He's just like that. He's actually quite contradictory. To be honest, I don't understand what he's thinking. It was fine in the early years, but later we all called him the Living King of Hell behind our backs, literally. .”

Xia Youjie paused while pouring water, then changed the subject and said, "You don't have to be too polite to him. He is easy to hate anyway, but he is still trustworthy under certain circumstances."

Xia Youjie's last sentence was hesitant, but Gojo Satoru didn't care and just watched Xia Youjie make tea skillfully.

The tea is good tea. It is one of the gifts sent by Japan after it established diplomatic relations with Zhonghua. It is a rare and top-quality Tieguanyin. The tea set is also a good tea set. It is a set of rare purple clay pots, but the person who makes tea is not a person who knows how to make tea. .

Xia Youjie casually threw the tea leaves into the cup and poured the freshly boiled water directly into it. He didn't even have to warm the cup. Fortunately, he knew the proportions well and his method of pouring water was also correct. Xia Youjie He didn't know whether Jie drank or not, but it seemed like he had been drinking a lot.

As the head of the Gojo family, Gojo Satoru knew at just one glance that this cup of tea must have astringent and off-flavor.

But Xia Youjie had no intention of bringing tea to Gojo Satoru. He opened the refrigerator door, looked through it, took out a bottle of Coke from the refrigerator and threw it at Gojo Satoru. He took a bottle of orange juice and said casually, "Tea It’s not brewed yet, so I’ll buy you a drink first.”