I heard that I am a Yokohama tycoon

The Traveling Cat, which had been empty for many days, was covered with a thin layer of dust, and a thin young man was lying on the huge round table facing the door. He turned his head to look at me when he heard the sound, and then slowly, Turning his head, if not, his chest was still rising and falling slightly, I almost thought he was dead, the young man's fragile and beautiful shoulder blades trembled slightly, with a kind of broken beauty.

—Wait a minute, who the hell is he!

I don't know this kid.

Andre from behind remembers holding my shoulder firmly with his hand, and at the same time a silver bullet, rubbing his ear, got into the gate!

my door!This is the door for me to find an old artist to order. Although it looks simple and unpretentious, it is really expensive!An extra bullet hole is equal to a flaw, which I cannot accept as a perfectionist.

The young man held a handful in his pale fingers, the color of which was carved with patterns. It didn't look like a weapon, but a work of art.

"You're back." The boy said in a familiar tone.

Could it be that I lost my memory?

My careful search of memory determined that no suitable situation occurred.

Wait, this situation seems familiar, as if it happened somewhere... By the way, it was 10 years ago!I was brought into his dream world by Jiro. At that time, Busujima, who was not wearing protective gear, slashed at me with a knife in one hand, and slammed my knife away. She asked me why I was distracted during the sparring. The tone is also very familiar.It's like you've known me for years.

"How long do you want me to wait?" The questioning from the depths of my soul made me feel ashamed, although I don't know where the shame came from.Before I could ask who he was, the boy's figure faded and slowly disappeared.

I wanted to enter the house, but Gide held me back.As if my house is some kind of ghost.I told him that I have lived here for ten years, and nothing happened. Just now, that boy may be a ghost who has lost his memory. There are 800 million gods in Japan, and there are countless other non-human beings, maybe more than humans.Gide frowned. He didn't know much about Japan, so he thought what I said was true.

"He must have lost his way."

Feeling relieved, I put the boy behind me and dragged Gide into the house. Gide picked up the rag and started cleaning the house without me saying anything. He was used to doing housework in the past, but I haven’t seen him for many years and I don’t know what to say. Want to do something to delay the next time.

I quietly watched him wander around like a hardworking bee.

I just don't know when I can come and pick my flower.

By this time the sun had completely disappeared, it was pitch black outside, and Gide was wiping the table with his back to me.

— This is the third time he has wiped the table.

Are you going bald?

After ten years, it is useless for him to improve at all. He is still passive. Is it really French to be so reserved?

I walked behind him and held down his hand that was wiping the table vigorously. Although I wanted to do something with this posture, after all, he has been homeless for ten years, and it is normal to feel insecure when he suddenly returns to his master. I'm not the young man who had no patience and was full of destructive desires. Now, experienced adults don't all pay attention to taking things slowly.

So I took advantage of the opportunity to hug Gide, feeling that his muscle lines are no less than those of the past, especially the scars are eye-catching. The only regret is that I didn't cut them off with my own hands. After all, I am a soft-hearted man. Nadeshiko-like woman.

Gide trembled, exposing the back of his neck extremely softly, the most vulnerable part of this person's body.

I was stunned, and suddenly thought of the past, I seem to like to bite here.

Although the tooth mark has disappeared today, I still remember the shock when it left.

But at this moment, there was a strange noise on the roof, followed by the creaking sound of the fireplace, as if the fireplace or chimney of an old house in the United States was said to be inhabited by raccoons or honey badgers , a relative of Sheldon's failed attempt to drive the Honey Badgers away.

There should be no honey badgers in Japan.

Maybe a monkey.

Monkeys in hot springs in Japan are a classic scene.

After thinking about it, the whining of the fireplace finally stopped, and Nakahara Chuya came out of the fireplace with his back bent.

I remember the size of the fireplace as if... when I didn't mention it.

Nakahara Chuya stared at Gide with murderous eyes, the most important thing was the posture of the two of us.

The cat's eyes were written brightly: Who is this wild man!

He kept Mori Ogai's defenses tight, where did this gringo come from!

The little monster came out of Zhongya's body, lay on top of his head, bared its fangs and roared.

"Chuya, why did you come out of the fireplace?" I know that Zhongya has an excessive desire to possess me, but I have no right to interfere in my private affairs. I am not someone who spoils children without principles, and, Zhongya He is not a child anymore, he is a cadre of Hong Kong and black.

I straightened my face.

Zhongyuan Zhong also was so angry that he couldn't express it, and he didn't have the stance to get angry, so he was extremely irritable, and his whole body was shrouded in red light.

——If you dare to blow it up, immediately throw it into the small black room of the Secret Service Division.

"I received a text message from Dazai." Nakahara Chuya decided to drag Dazai into the water, anyway, he was the least innocent.

I took Chuya's cell phone and saw the photo. It's you again, young Dazai with thick hair.Has anyone ever told you that being nosy is going to make you lose your hair.

"Who is he!" Zhong Yuan Zhong also said aggrievedly.

This kid really knows how to soften my heart.

Gide seems to have this skill too.

I pushed Gide on the chair and said, "André Gide was my... lover in France."

I hesitated for a while, after all, the situation between me and Gide has nothing to do with being in love, and it would be more appropriate to call it a lover.

Both of our stories can be used to write a book of "90°Grey". I can guarantee that it will be a hit, but I can't write it because of my limited literary talent.And some stories are only suitable for one person's quiet aftertaste, which is my private, if I tell others, it is not mine alone.

Nakahara Chuya's reaction was bigger than I expected, "Lover?! This foreign man!"

I don’t know what he’s surprised about. Maybe it’s because my social media in China is too traditional. I’ve never been to bars, dance halls, or even ktv. Although I prefer foreigners in Japan, it’s not a big deal. , but the Ito Jun family is the type who guards the pride of the family. Although the ancestors are not the tough type, there is no resistance to foreign garrisons. Cough, after all, it is not an honorable thing, so let’s not mention it.

"Chuya, think about my age before being surprised."

Zhong Yuanzhong also muttered: "Sister Fu Jiang has always been only 20 years old. In my eyes, Sister Fu Jiang has always been the same as we just met. It will never change, and it will never change."

I froze for a moment, and suddenly understood what Zhong was also worried about.

Afraid of being left behind by me.

My heart couldn't help softening, "Me too, Zhong is also my most important family."

Zhong also showed an expression that reluctantly let me hug her.

I understand very well.

However, another uninvited guest came, and it was Mori Ogai. His black windbreaker was still entangled with the cold wind. After seeing the three of us, he set his sights on Gide, "The leader of the European supernatural organization Mimic, Andre Gide, you are suspected of illegal entry and you have been arrested."

Behind him appeared the heads of a gang of black-clothed boys.

There were expressions of watching the show on their faces.

Me: ... You, a mafia, are still in charge of illegal entry. Isn't illegal smuggling your reserved business?

The author has something to say: [known information]

A New Mystery Boy Appears

He is in idle play state

Seems like a new copy?

Not a sharp knife

Dazai didn't delete the call from his former boss

Tired of a dog

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The temperature in the rainy season has dropped below 20 degrees recently, and your salted fish author can take a breather and update.

"I Am the Heroine of a Light Novel" is enough to search for light novels. I think this article is good-looking. The romance, the male protagonist seems to be Songyang Sansan, and the timeline is in Songyang Sansan's weak period. Play with Songyang Sansan Must like one!I definitely can't describe the feelings of Songyang... Teacher Xu.However, I don't know the author, and there is nothing wrong with it except the update frequency. (with a digging smile)