hat and bandage

When Quan Jinghua came back, his face was expressionless.

The girl in the kimono sat quietly on the sofa, she didn't look abnormal on the surface, she just didn't talk to Atsushi Nakajima, and she didn't even want to meet her eyes.

No one would be happy about being forgotten.

Even though Atsushi Nakajima knelt down and made a big salute, apologized and explained bitterly, Xiao Jinghua still turned her head away angrily.

"Seeing and forgetting friends."

Jinghua snorted coldly and heartlessly.

"Focus on color over friends."

She made another cut.

For some reason, Dun, who was choked by Jinghua's words, waved his hands frantically, his face flushed red: "Cai, cough, cough... that's not true! This word is not used like this, Xiao Jinghua!"

Regardless of the argument between the two of them, after Xiaowen finished distributing all the presents, he carefully packed the one for his father into his backpack.

Immediately afterwards, Wen Ye obediently ate with Mr. Ranpo on the swivel chair, and actively helped deliver the documents after eating. The power of gravity allowed him to easily pick up a thick stack of paper The paperwork ran back and forth between the desks.

Received a series of pats and compliments.

Even the unsmiling president Yukichi Fukuzawa couldn't help but patted the other person's head not long after he came back.

Although he always pretends to be a little adult, and the meaning of flattery is quite obvious, but his eyes are clear and clean, and he can see through it at a glance.

——Because they are my father's companions, I have to establish a good relationship with them.

He is really a very innocent child.

This kind of concept is probably also influenced by Zhongya Zhongyuan. Even though Zhongye didn't teach it, the completely copied personality seems to bring some problematic ways of thinking along with it.

Six o'clock sharp, the detective agency's off work time.

Finally, Zhong Yuanzhong, who had packed up the apartment, came to pick up his children.

"Zhongye, the president has returned, don't you want to discuss something with the president?"

Kunikida recalled what Chuya said earlier that he wanted to find the president, pushed his glasses, and dutifully reminded him.

"Ah, yes, I see, thank you, Kunikida!"

The orange-haired young man immediately thanked him and told his children to wait outside for a while, while he knocked on the door of the president's office.

President Fukuzawa Yukichi is a rather serious yet lenient man, especially when it comes to his subordinates.No matter what kind of dark or bloody past the members of the detective agency have, his tolerance and trust in them are always much higher.

Just as his subordinates dedicated their strength to him as the leader, Fukuzawa Yukichi was also quite willing to help his subordinates.

Because of Wen Ye's special background, it is quite troublesome to make up for a series of identity verification procedures. If you follow the normal legal procedures, it will really not work out in a few months. Once Wen Ye formally enters human society, he will definitely attract the attention of the other two major forces in Yokohama - the Port Mafia and the Supernatural Secret Service Division.At that time, there will be more problems to deal with.

Zhong, who doesn't want his child to be cast with strange eyes, has to find ways to forge a series of past experiences.If he had connections and power in the past, it would only take a few words to solve this matter, but now it is much more troublesome.

But now it is not helpless, the Armed Detective Agency can be said to be one of the three major forces, and with the president Fukuzawa Yukichi coming forward, Fumiya's matter is not difficult to solve.

"Is Bunya's age fixed at seven years old? It's a little bit older compared to his appearance, but if that child insists on being like this, then it doesn't matter." Fukuzawa Yukichi took out a pen and paper and wrote something, "But then If the child wants to be registered under your household name as your heir, Zhongye, your age is a little far behind."

Chuya Nakahara, whose nominal identity is 22 years old this year, has a seven-year-old son, which means that Chuya had a child when he was 14 years old.

14 years old, no matter how you say it is too early, and it is not ancient.

The identity of the adopted son is impossible. Those two faces are carved out of the same mold. Anyone can see that they are related by blood.

If it's brother status, it's okay to talk about it, but Wen also probably won't be happy.

"Although the age difference between me and Wen Ye is a bit problematic...but it's still within a reasonable range, right?"

Zhong also understood what the president meant, he shrugged helplessly, feeling that his reputation had been damaged, but he had to admit it, "That's how it is."

Thinking about how Wen Ye hugged and called him father in a childish voice, he couldn't bear to refuse at all.

"I see, I will ask my former friends for help."

Fukuzawa Yukichi stopped writing, "I'll get someone to help me forge my background. That's an excellent candidate, and there will be no loopholes."

"As for the school..." Fukuzawa Yukichi thought for a while, "Although the elementary school in Yokohama is not bad, but if you have the conditions, you can choose a better one. There are several elementary schools in Tokyo that are better. Take the tram. It will take about 25 minutes, but Wen Ye is still young and doesn’t understand a lot of things, so I don’t recommend staying too far away.” It’s only been a month since she was born, and even if her intelligence matches her appearance, she still has some common sense Flaws, it would be safer and more reassuring to keep them under the nose at this time.

"Yes, I see. After I go back, I will discuss it with Wen Ye."

Zhong Yuan also said with a slightly embarrassed expression, "I'm sorry to trouble you, President."

"It doesn't matter." Fukuzawa Yukichi said, with a little smile on his serious face, "Whether it's as a friend or from the position of the president of the detective agency, I have the responsibility to help you solve the problem, not to mention... ...Wen is also a good boy."

It was only one month after birth, a well-behaved, lively and sensible child.

After discussing about Wen Ye, the orange-haired youth formally took his little one home.

He and Osamu Dazai had lived in the apartment they rented for two years.The area is not too big, only [-] square meters, with a structure of one bedroom, one living room and one toilet, with a balcony with excellent light transmission and ventilation.The decoration of the whole apartment tends to be European-style, and the sofa and the carpet are all made of the most comfortable materials. Every inch and every corner fully reflects the homeowner's attitude of enjoying life.Compared with the teacher's apartment where I lived temporarily, this apartment in Yokohama can be regarded as extremely warm and cozy.

It's just that there are a lot of things belonging to another resident piled up on the sofa, which made Wen, who was looking around curiously, involuntarily take a few more glances.

"Come on, Wen Ye, I'll take you to your room first. After a while... about the second half of the year, we will move to a bigger house. Let's make do with it before then."

The orange-haired little gentleman called out to his child gently, and Wen Ye carefully took off his shoes, hummed happily, and followed his father's hand.

There was only one room in the apartment, and it took Nakahara Nakahara an hour to throw Dazai Osamu's things into the living room, and another half an hour to go shopping, and filled all the gaps that were packed with Bunya's things—all kinds of soft things. Dolls, stacks of Lao Gao's bedtime story books, and a lot of handsome and cute children's clothing.

“Big bed!”

Xiaowen also jumped onto the soft double bed with shining eyes, and sank into the fluffy cotton quilt.

He whimpered and rolled around on the quilt, the fresh scent that came out of his nostrils made him squint his eyes.

"Hey, don't rush forward with your schoolbag on your back."

Zhong also stepped forward with a smile, picked up the little guy's backpack, and pulled them up together.

"Okay, okay, put down the schoolbag first."

Speaking of schoolbags, "That's right!"

Wen also jumped to the ground, carefully took the schoolbag off his back and hugged it in his arms, he unbuttoned it, and took out the gift stuffed inside with a little force.

"Dad! I bought you a present."

It is bundled in a colored bag and can be stuffed into a school bag. It looks like a fluffy and soft gift.

Xiaowen also held it up high, and opened her shining blue eyes expectantly.

"Gift?"

Zhong also knew that his child was going out today, and thinking about the meeting gift he asked him before, he more or less guessed what the other party was going for.

However, it was a bit of a surprise to buy a gift for myself, and Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help but look forward to it.

No matter what Wen Ye bought, he would treasure it as a lifetime treasure——

...I can't treasure it anymore.

Opening it up and taking out the gift that was said to be for him, Zhong Yuan also had "..." written all over his face.

"what is this?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also held the thing with one hand, slamming every word.

Fluffy and soft, about [-] cm long, the skin is warm orange, the belly part is white, and two small tentacles are vividly made, the round peas are beautiful blue, the texture is quite good, and even the head A pitch-black top hat was also sewn on.

This is a slug doll.

No matter from which angle you look at it, it is quite a perfect slug doll.

Compared with the slimy and disgusting slugs in real life, this doll is quite cute, and even has a special smell.

——However, there is no way to conceal that it is a slug doll that is full of directional meanings in terms of decoration and color matching, and it will definitely not be the shape that a normal manufacturer would produce, it is 100% the result of customization.

This familiar and long-lost feeling made Zhong Yuanzhong feel irritable...!

Because Osamu Dazai recommended to other people's preferences before, there were no mistakes, so until now, the naive little guy thought that he bought something that was indeed in line with his father's preferences.

It wasn't until Zhongyuan Zhongye tightened his grip on the slug's head with a frightening expression, pinching the poor slug doll and deforming it, the air pressure of the whole person fell into a low mania, and Xiao Wenye suddenly showed a bad look. He widened his eyes and stammered:

"This, I bought it for my dad, that, that... because that person said that Dad would definitely like it, so I, that, that - woo!"

Xiaowen, who was trying to explain, also looked at his father's gloomy face, his tone became lighter and lighter, and gradually began to cry with grievances, and finally his blue eyes were quickly covered with tears.

Suddenly realizing that he had frightened his son, Zhong also quickly threw the doll on the bed, ignoring his anger, he hurriedly squatted down and hugged the little guy.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Wen Ye, I'm not angry with you, did I scare you? Don't cry, don't cry, don't I hate your gift, be good, be good, don't give me a paper. I, I will be very happy."

Gently smacked the little guy's forehead, and Zhong Ye, who was frightened by the tears, was in a panic. He racked his brains to coax the child, gently held Xiao Wen in his arms, and patted the child's cheek. On the back, after finally coaxing Wen Ye back to tears, he heard the little guy sitting in Zhong Ye's arms tightly grabbing his father's clothes, with red eyes and a baby voice Crying, cursed in a somewhat similar tone:

"Woo... that person lied to me, that bastard man with bandages, he clearly said that Dad would like this! Liar..."

He knew that no matter what he gave his father, this gentle and reliable man would accept it, but——what he also wanted to buy in Chinese was a gift [to suit Dad's preferences]!

Now, instead of buying something that my father likes, I have touched something that my father hates.

That bastard bandage man!

"Bandage man...?"

Nakahara also paused for a few seconds, "The man in the bandage you're talking about...couldn't be called Osamu Dazai?"

"Ah."

Wen Ye sobbed, complained to his father, and revealed everything that happened to him in the commercial street.

Zhongyuan Zhong also became more and more angry as he listened, and finally showed a ferocious expression.

——Damn it, it's no wonder he hasn't seen that trash after cleaning up the apartment for so long.

Actually ran to bully his son! ?

"That—Bastard Dazai!!"

The author has something to say: Chuya: I will order a mackerel pillow to stuff in the kennel later!

Zhong Ye: I have to keep a dog.

There are about one or two chapters left to end the daily routine and enter the DA plot.