My cubs are all blackened

That night, when Ye Lian came to Dazaizhi's room with the readings before going to bed, what he saw was Dazaizhi sitting cross-legged on the bed, with his hands crossed chest quietly waiting for him.

This solemn expression seemed to say something important. Ye Lian pulled away the familiar chair, put the book on his lap, and smiled at him: "Waiting for me? So you are looking forward to my story so much."

Osamu Dazai suddenly showed a constipated expression: "...Are your eyes glued? I'm disgusted! I hate it!"

"Disgusted?" Ye Lian blinked, and tilted his head in confusion: "Then who is the person who sleeps soundly every night because of listening to stories?"

"..." Osamu Dazai was speechless after being argued.

Because what Ye Lian said was the truth, every time he heard Ye Lian's story, he complained about his mental retardation from the bottom of his heart, and at the same time fell into a drowsy sleep.

It is a large real fragrance scene!

In this way, he really has no way to express his dissatisfaction.

Ye Lian watched the entangled Dazai with great interest. Although he fully understood that the reason Dazai fell asleep was the wavelength emitted by the system, it was rare to see such a cute expression of Dazai, and he thought it would be better to hide it.

Of course, he could tell from Dazai's tormented face that the other party hated reading before going to bed, but in return for making trouble for him every day during the day, how could Ye Lian feel comfortable seeing it this way at this time.

However, being forced too far is not good for the mind, and occasionally you still have to obey the child's request.

"I understand, there is really nothing I can do about you." Ye Lian sighed and put the book aside, crossed his legs up and down, showing a relaxed posture: "Then let's chat tonight."

Osamu Dazai's eyes lit up suddenly, and he immediately sat up straight and looked at Ye Lian energetically. To be honest, as long as Ye Lian doesn't study, he can do whatever he wants.

Ye Lian asked: "Is there anything you want to know?"

Osamu Dazai thought for a while, then a flash of light suddenly flashed in his eyes: "Is everything okay?"

Ye Lian smiled: "Of course."

His unthinking made Osamu Dazai even more confused. Is this the weight of 'like' to treat a stranger so unreservedly?

But what is liking, he doesn't understand at all.

His eyelids trembled, covering the tiny light in his eyes. This is an excellent opportunity to test Ye Lian, to see how detailed Ye Lian will explain his affairs, and on what issues, he will Conceal, on what issue, he will easily speak out.

"I'm more interested in your past." Dazai Osamu raised a slight arc on his lips, eager to try: "There is no thing before joining the Mafia."

He originally thought that Ye Lian would choose some key points to describe this large-scale issue, but Ye Lian squeezed his chin in distress and frowned slightly: "Although I really want to tell you about my past, I am sorry. I have no memory of that."

Dazai was surprised: "You lost part of your memory?"

"Yeah." Ye Lian smiled calmly, not feeling distressed by it: "I just remember walking aimlessly in Yokohama alone, and accidentally ran into an old man covered in injuries, and the rest You know it too."

Dazai: "Ancestor? He took in the homeless you."

Ye Lian: "That's right."

Dazai: "You have no memory of your past, what about your name? What about knowledge?"

Ye Lian smiled slightly: "This kind of inherent knowledge still exists. I also know the name, and even the mixed blood is clear. It's just that I can't remember the past memories, as if they have been erased."

In fact, it is not a person but a system that erases his memory.

He was also sent to this world by the system. He only had a vague impression of the scenes in the last world, and he had no memory of what he had done.

But for Ye Lian, this is not something to worry about, he can be careless about everything, even himself.

The only thing that matters is the adopted boy in front of him.

Osamu Dazai saw his calmness keenly, and couldn't help but look at him strangely: "You don't seem to be in a hurry, even though you have no memory."

"Well, because in my heart, those are not important." Ye Lian replied him sincerely: "The present and the future are what I value, and the past has no meaning to me."

Ye Lian gave him a meaningful look: "Are you right, Dazai."

Dazai's fingers hanging by his side suddenly curled up, Ye Lian's words reminded him of himself, the past that he had been walking in the dark, he had been suffering and restless because of the constraints of the past, but now, someone told him seriously , the past has no meaning, what he should focus on is the present and the future.

This sentence, which was enough to save him, easily disrupted his thoughts and made him even more confused.

Why is he here, what does he want to get here, what does this man want from him, what does it mean to like him.

More and more incomprehensible things filled the heart of the 14-year-old boy, almost bursting his young atrium.

And at this moment, Ye Lian suddenly raised his hand and touched the top of his head, his voice was extremely gentle: "If you don't understand now, let it go, one day, you will understand everything. Say goodbye to the past and face the present."

Feeling the caress of that reassuring palm, Osamu Dazai murmured in confusion, repeating: "Facing... now."

"That's right." Ye Lian smiled lightly, then took out the book that had been placed by his side, and smiled brightly: "Then what we have to do now is to read a bedtime story, okay, lie down quickly, it's already late oh."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

how!Again!Mental retardation story! !

The melancholy atmosphere of philosophy just now was swept away, Dazai Osamu fluttered on the bed like a leaking balloon and pretended to be dead.

So today's Osamu Dazai still hasn't escaped the torment of bedtime stories.

As most of the work was handed over to the new leader, Mori Ogai, the work belonging to Ye Lian dropped sharply, and the figure of correcting documents all the time in the past has long gone. Peaceful appearance.

"That's great." Osamu Dazai, who was struggling with training, was very envious of this relaxed atmosphere. He has now started to learn astronomy, geography and mathematics, which is not at all easier than normal junior high school students.

Fortunately, Osamu Dazai is extremely intelligent. These ordinary people need to learn knowledge for three years. For him, he learned a little in just one week.

This knowledge constantly expanded his horizons, especially geography and history, which painted a colorful picture before his eyes, so it was rare for him to resist learning so much.

In addition, Osamu Dazai also clearly recognized Ye Lian's erudition and talents, and the knowledge he was confused by was easily solved in Ye Lian's hands. The answer also gave Osamu Dazai a new understanding of him.

To be honest, he is very gentle to people, knowledgeable, patient, has status, power and money, and is handsome. Such a man is almost like a giant panda, so precious.

Coupled with the fact that he always said some flirty words to him invisibly and played straight balls, if Dazai was one of those ignorant girls, he would probably be easily moved by such Ye Lian.

However, Dazai, who gets along with Ye Lian day and night, still has a sense of intimacy towards Ye Lian unconsciously. Although reason reminds him that it is dangerous to do so, he still easily falls into the trap wrapped in honey.

"I'm going to patrol the streets today."

No, Ye Lian, who was wearing a suit and hat, stretched out a hand towards him, and invited him with a smile, "Want to go for a walk together, Dazai?"

The so-called street patrols of the mafia are probably patrolling some dangerous industries, such as casinos, places where drugs are hidden, which are extremely disgusting places.

Osamu Dazai resisted this a little in his heart, but when he met Ye Lian's gentle eyes, he nodded uncontrollably.

It was belatedly that he realized what he had promised, his mood suddenly became heavy, and his fingers unconsciously played with the soft curly hair on his forehead.

However, in the end, he still walked side by side with Ye Lian on the street, watching Ye Lian come to one luxuriously decorated store after another, calmly and quickly inquiring about the income and expenditure of the store in the past few months.

He didn't look at ten lines at random, and when he encountered an unexplainable bill, he would call the boss over for interrogation.

Every boss would be sweated coldly by the sense of oppression he exuded, Osamu Dazai could almost imagine the expressions of rejoicing on the faces of the bosses when Ye Lian left.

Osamu Dazai would observe Ye Lian's expression when he was bored. Ye Lian looked at the computer very seriously, only dignified and silent appeared in his green eyes, there was no smile on his face, his lips were pursed into a straight line, It also makes him look too scary, more in keeping with his formidable status as a Mafia cadre.

Occasionally, Ye Lian would show such an expression in front of his subordinates, but it was rare, so Dazai Zhi was very interested in this kind of Ye Lian, and his eyes kept turning around his face.

And when Ye Lian met his gaze without warning, Dazai Zhi immediately felt a guilty conscience of being caught, and he couldn't help but straighten his body.

"Is it boring?" Ye Lian's lips burst into a smile, gentle and beautiful, like a lotus blooming in a lotus pond.

For some reason, this expression, which was completely opposite to the indifference just now, gave Osamu Dazai a strange sense of satisfaction.

"Sorry." Ye Lian raised his hand and touched the top of his head, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes: "It will be fine soon, wait for me for a while, be good."

"..."

It wasn't until Ye Lian returned to work that Osamu Dazai finally calmed down his beating heart.

In the next second, he noticed that countless eyes seemed to be on him, and when he looked suspiciously, he found that all the nearby casino employees were staring at him with shocked eyes, and their faces were full of words. There are two big characters: Fuck? !

That dreadful mafia boss who comes on rounds every three months laughs? ! !

He can still make such gentle movements, mother, am I schizophrenic! !