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"ciao~cute little lady."

"Hello!" Mao looked excited.After all, for her, she met a monster who is said to bring good luck to people.

Reborn communicated with Koyo Ozaki with his eyes, they would not show swords facing each other in front of their children.

"Reciprocity." Reborn and Ozaki Koyo said, and then he lifted his hat and stepped on Tsunayoshi's shoulder, signaling him to leave.

"Vongola and you are still in a friendly cooperative relationship." He left a last sentence.

"Ah, Zashiki-douji is gone..." Mao didn't pay attention to the mysterious conversation between the fairy sister and Zashiki-douji, she looked at the back of the two with regret.

And the stone that had been hanging in Hongye's heart was finally let go, and she let out a sigh of relief.She previously thought that Mori Ogai and Reborn jointly planned the bazooka accident ten years later, but after she calmed down, she began to doubt her deduction.

If it is to explore the secrets of Watanabe Mao, then Mori Ogai's purpose and actions are completely reasonable, but there is a problem with timing.Just as Dazai vaguely mentioned today, Mori Ogai is a calculating man.

Choose this time point to let Mao appear ten years later, so how will Mori Ogai, who is in Yokohama, the headquarters of Hong Kong and Black, obtain Mao's information? The most suitable candidate is Chuya, but during that time, Nakaya and Dazai Together in the game hall, there is no time to go to the dessert shop.

Coupled with the uncontrollability of Mao himself, even if Mao "comes as promised" ten years later, he is not 100% sure that he can hold this uncontrollable Mao in his hands.

So there is no far-sighted conspiracy theory at all, it's just reborn's revenge for a prank against Hong Kong gangsters.

It is a "reciprocity" against Mori Ogai forcibly interrupting Mao's loan period.

"What would Mao want for dinner?" Momiji asked with her head lowered, regretting that she didn't hug "Zashiki Waruji" for good luck.

"Kiss fish!"

"You can't eat too much, I already ate grilled mackerel at noon." Hongye immediately transformed the so-called kiss fish into green mackerel.

"But I only ate a little..." Afterwards, Momiji carried her to meet Zashiki Waraji.

"Okay then, eat more vegetables."

The conversation between the two gradually faded away.

The stars are sprinkled by the wind on the dark blue night, little by little, shining in a friendly coexistence with a round of silver moon.

Mao lay down in front of the fish tank and watched the fish for half an hour as a meal to digest.

It had been a whole day since she had been in this place, and she lowered her eyes in disgust, the little girl was homesick.

Even though there are fairy sisters and zashiki warjis, strange and funny big brothers and unnamed young boys who do good deeds, the three-year-old child still misses the embrace of his mother.

"Mao is looking at Xiaoyu again."

Red leaves surrounded her body, and she smelled a faint fragrance, a bit like gorse and pines, very warm and refreshing.

Mao threw away the distracting thoughts that the night lured, she turned around and hugged Hongye.

Someone said, no matter where she is, she can find her and catch her.And she also trusted her who said so.

The little girl's reliance softened Hongye's heart. She gently stroked the little girl's back and heard the little girl's gradually steady breathing.

Mao, who had had fun all day, fell asleep in her arms.

Hongye breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that there is no need to read a story to put the child to sleep tonight.

On the second day, Mao was alive and well again, lying in front of the fish tank in good spirits early in the morning, playing with the little fish.

"Good morning, Xiaolan."

"Eat breakfast today too, Xiaohong."

"Xiao Huang! Wake up!"

Nearly ten ornamental fish of similar color and color in the fish tank have all been named, and Koyo Ozaki is already thinking about the possibility of buying them.

Next to the fish tank stands a sign with the time of feeding the fish and the grams of feed for each feeding.

Mao dug two spoonfuls of fish food into the water with a special spoon according to the above requirements.

When the fish saw the food, they all scrambled to eat it, and all their tails were wagging fast.

"Xiao Hei, eat slowly."

"Little Bai, don't squeeze other little fish!"

"And you." Mao knocked Xiaoyu who was shutting himself in the corner through the glass, "Xiaocheng, you should hurry up and eat, they will all snatch it up!!"

Maybe Mao is the only one who can feed fish so enthusiastically by himself.

Hongye walked over and pinched Mao's fluffy rabbit tail: "Okay, Mao, it's time for us to go downstairs."

Before going out, Hongye stuffed a bottle of warm milk in Mao's hand and told her to finish it.

Maybe it is a woman who is born with a maternal halo, Hongye is very quick at raising children.After all, this is the era of big information. If you have any questions, search the Internet, and omnipotent netizens will give you standard answers.

It was more than enough for Hongye to hold a child with a knife all year round, but Mao insisted on walking by himself, and the bouncing little white rabbit got lost on the overcrowded street.

Xinhao Ozaki Hongye had already prepared to stick a micro-tracker in Mao's hat, connected to the mobile phone, and the little red dot on the screen rushed forward to a distance of [-] meters.

The little white rabbit tiptoed to throw the empty milk bottle into the trash can, and praised his civilized behavior.

Turning around, he was about to talk to Koyo Ozaki, but found himself in a completely strange place.

"what?"

What's that dark thing in the river... a water monster? !Shino hurried over to watch.

Half of the boy's pale face was immersed in the clear river water. The sunlight penetrated the river and hit the stones with water chestnuts at the bottom of the river. The light reflected on the boy's face was like the scales of a mermaid in a fairy tale.

The white bandage wrapped around the boy's right eye floated messily in the river, with faint blood stains on it, probably scratched by a sharp stone, and the bandage's broken marks were very rough.

Mermaid! !

Mao carefully poked the boy's tender face.

"Little Mermaid, wake up quickly."

Wow, it's so interesting here, even the Little Mermaid... no, Mr. Little Mermaid!

Mao squatted down and called out again in a low voice: "Mr. Little Mermaid?"

Seeing that the boy was still unresponsive, she tilted her head in distress.Snow White and Sleeping Beauty need the prince's kiss to wake them up, so what will the Little Mermaid do?

Osamu Dazai, who failed to enter the water again, opened his eyes and saw a pair of cat pupils that were cleaner than the sky. The owner of the cat pupils clapped his hands happily when he saw him wake up, and his eyes brightened a bit.

"You're awake, Mr. Little Mermaid!" She showed a big smile without hesitation.

The Little Mermaid... sir?Let’s not talk about what a strange combination this is. Just looking at him in black, no normal person would think he is a mermaid. If I insist, it is the blond girl with sweet smile in front of me who is closer to the "Little Mermaid". "Bar.

Osamu Dazai twisted his wet cuffs, and he didn't wear the black coat given by the leader to facilitate entering the water.

Touching the half-dried blood on the cheek, the gauze on the left cheek was also washed away by the water.He wound the loose bandage around his right eye a few times, sighed and said in disappointment, "Failed to enter the water again..."

"Into the water? Are you committing suicide?" Mao asked.

"Yes." Dazai raised his face, expecting to see the little girl's frightened expression.

But he didn't want the other party to say something surprising with a puzzled look on his face: "But the Little Mermaid can't be drowned."

Osamu Dazai didn't argue with her why she thought he was a mermaid, but said seriously: "Mermaids are all in the sea, how do you know he won't die if he enters the freshwater lake?"

"But..." Mao was at a loss for words for a moment, but in the end, he was more worried about Mr. Little Mermaid than winning the debate, "Then are you okay...?"

Osamu Dazai didn't have the shame of bullying the child at all, he showed Mao the scratch the size of a small fingernail on his face, and cried with his mouth pursed: "It hurts~"

If Zhong also saw his disgusting attitude, he would definitely kick him into the river again.

But standing in front of him was little Zhen Xu, the little girl was so precious to the rare Mr. Little Mermaid, hearing his exaggerated misfortune, she was very anxious.

He muttered softly: "Mr. Little Mermaid's eyes have been replaced by a witch's legs, and now there is another scar on his face, how sad he is."

There is a way!

"Then let's go to the hospital as soon as possible!" In the child's heart, all wounds can be cured in the hospital. The angel in white in the hospital is a living miracle doctor. As long as Mr. Little Mermaid lies on the white hospital bed for a few days, he will be fine.

Dazai has been floating in the river for a while, he swung his arms, bent down and raised a finger and said: "It's okay, as long as little Mao plays with me, I won't be in pain."

He didn't mention the side he met at the dessert shop before, nor did he mention Mao, and he forgot about him in a blink of an eye.Now the identity of "Mr. Little Mermaid" is several times more precious than "the guy who interrupted her for dessert".

I took out the mobile phone from my trouser pocket, pressed the power button, and it was still working normally, and the screen lit up.Did he click into the address book and dial a number, then turned on the speakerphone and put the phone to his lips.

"Sister Hongye, don't worry, little Mao is with me."

Hongye, who was still walking towards the little red dot, paused, it was at Osamu Dazai that made people even more worried!

"Ah... yes, yes." Dazai hung up the phone after finishing speaking.

He tugged at the white shirt that would still be wet in the sun, and raised the corners of his lips to Mao: "Let's go."

So the innocent little white rabbit and the big-tailed wolf in mermaid skin left.

Osamu Dazai was still the black hearted Osamu Dazai, he tried every means to keep Mao's words from childhood along the way.I have to say that the boy's face is still very deceiving, his smile is as warm as the big brother next door without haze.

But a little girl with a single-digit age can tell him how to distinguish each small fish that is of the same color and size in the eyes of others, but she can't tell him any information that is slightly more useful than "children need to drink more milk to grow taller".

Dazai’s environment tells him that even when dealing with young children, he should not relax his vigilance, but should be more cautious. Of course, none of the children he comes into contact with is normal, just like Q who was locked in the Hong Kong black confinement room.

And this soft and waxy kid who can poke down with one finger is more innocent and innocent than ordinary kids of the same age.It is completely impossible to imagine the drastic change in her temperament after being betrayed by her father.

The more I look at it, the more I want to laugh, but I had enough laughs at the dessert shop last time.

As he was walking, the little girl suddenly pulled his pants. When he knelt down to listen to her, she hugged his neck and panted, "I can't walk anymore."

Sister Hongye would slow down to cater to her, and take the initiative to hug her when she was tired from walking, but this Mr. Little Mermaid was different, not only walked on his own, he didn't even see that she almost tripped over a stone.

The child's body has a special milk fragrance, and the little body is warm like a small stove.

The boy's body was very thin, far worse than the soft body of the woman in Hongye, but little Mao still hugged his neck coquettishly: "I can't walk anymore."

Osamu Dazai hugged the little girl up helplessly, if she went to sue the Hongye cadre, he would not have any good fruit to eat, no matter how she is, she is someone else's child...

Then... just make her your own...?

Very interesting look.

And little Mao, who had achieved his goal, leaned his head limply on the boy's dry shoulder. Although Dazai's clothes were dry, they still smelled of water.Moist moss, hornwort in the river, lolimas rose fragrance mixed with the morning breeze, complex and subtle gloom.

It can't be said to smell good, it can't be said to be reassuring, and it even has a dangerous feeling of strangling the throat, but it is enough to match the boy's deep, iris-colored eyes.