[Wen Ye] Ghosts and Notes

"..." The tip of the pen slid lightly, drew the last part of the plan, wrote notes, and Tsushima put the cap on the pen.

"Hmm...let me see." Picking up the paper, Mori Ogai lowered his eyes and browsed carefully. "It is indeed a very strict plan, Tsushima-kun."

I commented on this decision-making document, "However, the cost is a little... a bit too high." I emphasized the word "Cost", lowered the corner of my mouth, and sighed helplessly, "I didn't expect Tsushima-kun to have such a personality. people."

"...Although this plan is indeed to reduce the loss of personnel to the greatest extent, it is obvious that as long as some abandoned children are discarded as bait, the task can be completed efficiently, isn't it?" a deep voice pervaded in the empty chief's room.

"..." Without speaking, the gray-haired boy just stared at his fingers in a daze.

"I understand what you're thinking, Tsushima-kun." There was a pause for a few seconds "But...too naive, it won't save anyone."

"As a mafia...no, as a "person", you have to abandon the weak and superfluous kindness. "

"There are only benefits and rights, and I will never betray you, Tsushima-kun." Fold the paper in your hand and put it back on the table.Mori Ogai's gloomy voice suddenly changed, "Well, but as a beginner, Tsushima-kun's mind is really good."

The jumping voice carried a little comfort, "With a little polishing, Tsushima will definitely become a good decision maker~"

"Ah." With a snort, Tsushima turned his eyes away boringly as he turned the hair on his cheek with his fingertips.

"Then Tsushima-kun, do you want to work in the intelligence department—because it feels very suitable."

Instantly understood the other party's thoughts "...are you trying to tie me with this?" After all, once you have the information, you can't easily get away from Hong Kong gangsters. "Aren't you afraid that I will defect?"

The corners of the mouth curled up, and the dark eyes gradually lost their brilliance and softness, without blinking, with a bit of hollow gloom, the young man just quietly looked at the black-haired man sitting on the chair.

"Ah, ah, after all, you have to give others trust before you can get an equal return~" Not caring at all about the other party's rebellious words, tilting his head, Mori Ogai chuckled, "After all, I like it very much, Tsushima-kun What?" He stretched out his hand and touched the head of the child in front of him.

"..."

The four eyes met and stared at each other for a long time, "It's up to you." Turning his head to look elsewhere, he pushed away Mori Ogai's hand rubbing his hair, and some depressed and tangled words escaped from between his thin lips, "Then, continue ?"

"You don't need to practice any more, Tsushima-kun is doing very well, it has greatly exceeded my expectations." Compared with Osamu Dazai's learning speed at the beginning, the man narrowed his eyes.

——If this child is polished a little, maybe he can become the new pillar of Hong Kong and black....

Frowning, recalling what the leader told him.

——"Tsushima-kun seems to have a crush on Nakahara-kun."

——"If possible, please, Mr. Nakahara, pay more attention to Mr. Tsushima. It would be even better if you can make the other party think about staying in Hong Kong."

That kid...likes himself?

Holding the hat with one hand, the man was thinking tangledly.

I should have had no contact with that child before, why would Tsushima... Could it be that I forgot?

After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't figure out why, and with a long sigh, Zhong Yuanzhong also gave up his speculation.

Speaking of which, Tsushima was assigned to his subordinates, responsible for handling paperwork reports and planning, right...?

Turning around and walking towards the elevator, the brown-haired man walked towards an office.

Turn the doorknob, and there is no lock.

When I opened the door, I saw a dark room. Although it was evening, the sky was not completely dark, but because the curtains were drawn, the whole room was in deep darkness, except for a lamp on the desk. A faint light shone, illuminating a small area.

Taking a closer look, he found the gray-haired boy lying on the table and curling himself into a ball, falling into a deep sleep.

——Cheeks were pressed against the table softly, a little bit of saliva gleamed in the corner of his mouth, and he seemed to be sleeping soundly.

With blue veins popping up on his forehead, he subconsciously raised his foot and just wanted to give someone a brain jump to wake him up, but out of the corner of his eye, he found a tall pile of documents at the corner of the table.

After hesitating for a moment, he picked up a stack of carefully bound documents with his black gloved hand, swallowed his saliva, pinched the paper with his fingertips, and opened it carefully.

The neat and serious textbook fonts are neatly arranged on the paper, and in some places that need attention, the regulations and instructions are marked with red pens—it is a perfect task book.

I continued to read some other reports, and the words were accurate, and the process was explained concisely, without muddling, and all the important information was written out.

It turns out that all the work has been done "..." Fortunately, I have no hands to type quickly, otherwise it will be embarrassing.

Rubbing the tip of his nose with his thumb, Nakahara Chuya put the document in his hand back to its original place with a guilty conscience.

...it's quite efficient.

Estimated the amount of tasks the boy had completed - it would take more than two days for ordinary people to finish writing, but I didn't expect this kid to finish it in less than a day.

As it was getting dark, the temperature dropped a bit.Looking at the gray-haired boy wearing only a light shirt, Zhongyuan Zhong also frowned, looked around, but didn't see any blankets or clothes.

After a while, his arms were raised, and the man took off his long coat, and gently covered the sleeping boy.

Or wake him up and go home to sleep, the work is done anyway.

...By the way, does this kid have a home?

Trying to recall the information the boss told him, the brown-haired man clicked his lips.

Completely unconscious, unknowingly began to care about his subordinates inexplicably.In the end, he gave up on waking Tsushima, Nakahara Nakaya quietly exited the room, and walked to the door as quietly as possible.

With the small "click" sound of the door bolt closing, a pair of black eyes quietly opened in the darkness.

Sniffing his nose, he tore off the coat on his body, holding the finely crafted clothes, Tsushima clutched it for a long time with no expression on his face, showing no emotion, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a long silence, he tossed the coat in his hand and threw it on the sofa.

Irritability surged from his chest, turning into a gloomy rope, tightly wrapped around his heart, making it difficult to breathe.Arching his body in pain, and grasping the neckline with his fingers, the boy panted heavily.

so sad.

"teacher?"

"Ah." Tilting his head, holding the phone between his ears and one shoulder, while making a latte, his quiet and clear boyish voice melted into the aroma of milk and coffee, "What's the matter?"

"Well, I have already placed the reader's letter and manuscript fee at the front desk of the hotel." The voice on the phone carried a hint of concern, "Speaking of which, Teacher Yandao..."

"Pay attention to the three meals." After visiting several times, Shan Rong accidentally discovered the abnormal eating habits of the other party "I... bought some food and put them at the front desk together. If you don't mind, then you can... ..." the man stammered.

His fingers moved uneasily, "...Thank you." Not knowing what to say, a dry voice came out of Tsushima's throat with difficulty.

"You're welcome, because... Tsushima-kun always seems to be preoccupied." Without calling him by his pen name, the man said solemnly, "I'm worried about Tsushima-kun."

"Actually... I used to have a younger brother." The tone was a bit heavy, "I have the same personality as Tsushima-kun."

"So... I wondered if I could..." A cheerful laugh entered the gray-haired boy's ears.

"So—Tsushima-kun, please live with a smile on your face."

The author has something to say: Tsushima is probably a somewhat conscientious boss.

For example, Mori Ogai uses ten employees to ask people to work overtime, and then works overtime to generate the workload of 20 employees.

Tsushima uses ten employees, squeezes it a little bit, and works overtime in moderation. It uses ten employees to squeeze out the workload of 15 people.

Mori Ogai is a boss who maximizes the standard benefits as long as people don't die, and it doesn't matter if they die, as long as they succeed quickly.

Tsushima is a bit kind, people work under my hands, at least make sure that no one will die easily, right?This style.

After all, Tsushima, he cherishes life very much.

—Of course it has something to do with me, or a life I like.

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Chuya Nakahara: I'm sorry, I can't mistake you for being lazy just because you have a Dazai face.

When he found that the child was serious about his work, he silently began to care about the cadres and adults under him.

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The title of this chapter, "The Impermanence of All Elements," means:

Buddhist terminology, all dharmas in the world are always in the process of birth, stasis, change and cessation. What existed in the past is now mutated.What is there now will eventually be disillusioned in the future.

Yes, I don't think you think it's a good thing to hear.

Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I am going to write this article he...

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Nagging Bookkeeping recently has a small theater function.

I opened the group of the protagonist I wrote.

After all, I have a lot of tricks and you must all know it (Tan Shou)

The current group members are: Hongliang, Tsushima, Huiichi, Huangbatu, Shanfeng.

The name is: strange chat group.

The group number is 10452804.

If you are interested, you can go and have a look.