I heard that I am a Yokohama tycoon

In the middle of the night, dawn passed through the milky white curtains and fell on one person and one tiger. The tiger opened its purple eyes first to look at the humans who were close at hand. The long black strip rubbed against her body, and it was extremely angry.But a supernatural ability like it that can't leave the body can only be watched, so angry.Especially the idiot Atsushi Nakajima didn't even know that he was a person with supernatural powers. He was so useless that he was kicked out of the orphanage, and he didn't think about how the food in the orphanage, which hadn't increased much in ten years, was enough for the two of them. After waking up, it didn't even have a full meal, and only at night when the moonlight was brightest did it have the strength to turn into a tiger and come out to look for food.Where does it come from in the city to hunt, and it is not a real beast so how can it be eaten raw.

The food she cooks is so delicious.

Hu Dun glanced at the room with nostalgia, stood up and walked arrogantly in front of the two tiny domestic animals, Ah Lu and Xiao Ba were shaking like chaff sieves.

Hu Dun raised his front paws and rubbed the dog's head and cat's head viciously, and left here. That idiot Nakajima Atsushi woke up and found that this place was terrible.

When I woke up, Tiger was gone, and the closed window was opened again, and it seemed to be gone.

I sighed a little disappointed, why did I leave, my sister can support you.

After all, the tiger is a lonely jungle beast, just like I am the red beast in Yokohama, it is understandable that I like to walk alone.

The life of an adult without financial pressure is boring and tedious. I don’t want to shop or go out. One of the things I often do recently is to be in a daze and lose interest in exploring other things.

I opened the Lumao flower shop when I was 19 years old. I left Sojiji Temple and came to Yokohama alone. I was deceived by an intermediary and bought it. Yokohama was more chaotic than it is now, and this place is the center of chaos. The price is one-tenth of what it is today, and the streets are very depressed. It didn't get better until the current leader of Hong Kong gangsters succeeded to the throne.Thinking of the man I met yesterday, his name is Mori Ogai. I don't know if his real name is. He is a frequent visitor to Lumao, and he often comes to buy tulips.

I met him in the second year in Yokohama.

My impression of him has always been that he is a humorous elder brother with superb medical skills. Although he looks a little unreliable, he is actually a good guy.

In early 2010, I returned to Japan from France at the end of a three-month trip.The entrusted studio completed the work on schedule, and every piece of wood in the whole house was hand-carved with deep and shallow wood grains. It is not an exaggeration to say that the shop itself is a work of art.

I began to run around to buy the furniture I wanted, and occasionally I would sit in the yard and polish some wood carvings by hand on a whim.

I practice sword all the year round and my physical fitness is very good. When I got busy, I forgot to rest and caught up with the heavy rain. When relatives visited, my feet soaked in the rain gutter for a long time, and I was dying of pain under the eaves with the furniture on my shoulders.This is the first time I have pain during menstruation, and catching a cold during menstruation turned out to be such a serious problem that I almost passed out from the pain.It was raining heavily, and there was no one on the street. I was squatting drenched, clutching my stomach that was twisted by a knife, and my eyes were black from the pain.

Mori Ogai appeared at this time, holding a black umbrella, wearing a white coat, holding a packaged tuna sandwich in his hand, messy hair sticking to his face, he has a tender face, more than 30 The year-old man looked a few years older than me.

"Are you ok?"

This is the first sentence he said to me.

"I am a doctor."

During the day, and it was still raining, an adult male in a white coat roamed the streets, either a doctor or a psychopath.

There was no hospital logo on his white coat, I only found out later, maybe it was a private doctor, I thought so at the time.

"Do you live nearby? I can help you back if you don't mind."

And I couldn't even stand up because of the pain.

"excuse me."

Mori Ogai hugged me horizontally.

I'm tall, looking skinny but I have been training for many years and my body has a high proportion of muscles. I was a little surprised that he looked so slender and hugged me all the way without blushing or panting.

Back at the florist, he treated period pain very skillfully.

"You must be an excellent gynecologist." I drank steaming ginger brown sugar water and leaned on the sofa unhappily, not forgetting to praise him.

It is really good at treating dysmenorrhea.

I just massaged the acupoints on the soles of my feet.

He also burned the hot water in the foot bath bucket.

I was warm all over, and I came back to life all of a sudden, but I didn't have the strength yet.

Mori Ogai was embarrassed for a moment, his amethyst pupils were bent, and he did not explain the real work, "Yes, yes, I am always misunderstood."

"But you will always be forgiven for your face." I said, even maliciously guessing that some women would take advantage of this opportunity to enter.

Mori Ogai laughed while leaning on the armrest, and in an instant I found that this man was extraordinarily charming.

"You have beautiful eyes," I said as I walked him out.

The door with the cat's head hanging on the sign "today's rest" was closed, and Mori Ogai was still standing outside the door. It took about half a minute for him to hold up his umbrella and walk into the rain.

The minibus has been hiding upstairs since he came in. It doesn't like dangerous humans.

Animals are always more sensitive than humans.

I later learned that half an hour before the day I met him, he had just cut the neck of the port mafia boss with a scalpel.

In the following years, he always came to the store intermittently to buy flowers. He bought all kinds of fragrant flowers, all kinds of tulips, and he especially liked golden tulips. I am not like other flower shop owners who can write down the flower language of each flower. On a card for guests to read, maybe I'm born with a lack of romantic talent.

The postman stuffed today's newspaper into the mailbox and rang the doorbell. When I went downstairs, I saw the boy on the bicycle quickly disappearing through the glass window.

In Tsurumi District, I mean that many residents of Tsurumi District in our area have the habit of reading newspapers, which is probably a custom introduced from foreign countries. Young people rarely read newspapers. Today’s digital newspaper industry is huge. receive a blow.I don't read gossip-type newspapers. I like newspapers and periodicals about current affairs, finance and economics, or literature.These are the imprints left by me in the past 20 years of life in Sochiji Temple.Because what happened yesterday was so shocking that I didn't have the heart to read the newspaper, and the heavy rain outside further aggravated this irritability. Rainy weather always makes people uneasy.I went to the kitchen to make coffee. I didn’t add anything to the original crying coffee. First, I was not in the mood. Second, bitter coffee can clear my mind, at least for me.I sat in meditation for a long time trying to find the source of my abnormal irritability.

"Maybe it's... getting older?" Although I don't want to admit it, I'm about to reach a new stage in my life when I'm thirty like a wolf, and my gap period exceeds three years.The trip to Cairo three years ago made me completely lose interest in men. Every time I dreamed back at midnight, I dreamed of the half-year dreamy days of Cairo Castle. The dark stone castle with no sunlight, thick curtains, Gothic style Decoration... If I have to say that I have tasted the top delicacies, I am not interested in other porridge and side dishes.However, after three years, the body's metabolism finally metabolized Dior's hormones.

Maybe this kind of weather is very suitable for memories, my thoughts drifted back to a few years ago, around the end of 2010, winter, Christmas Eve, the streets are full of traces of Christmas, I was holding flowers and planning to visit a private hospital My uncle, who has been in a coma for several years, has been in a vegetable state for 15 years since he was in a traffic accident at the age of 13. His father is the illegitimate child of our family and has no relatives, so the relatives of the family have to pay for the hospitalization. , it is impossible for another family to pay for the cost of an expensive private nursing home.

I saw Mori Ogai again on the streets of Yokohama. Ever since he helped me treat my physical pain, I saw him again. His shoulders were so slumped, he yawned sleepily, he hadn’t shaved for a few days, and he smelled like a good-for-nothing uncle. .

Not wearing a white coat.

"Mr. Sen?" I called to him.

Those squinted violet eyes looked at me, and seemed to recognize me after a relatively long period of time, "You... Jun Tomie-san Ito?"

"It's me, I haven't seen you for a year."

Maybe it's a little strange to say hello to a man who has only met once, but he is my savior after all.

Asking how my body is is obviously not an appropriate topic, Mori Ogai smiled and said, "Ito Junsan is still so beautiful."

We walked together for a while, I didn't say where we were going, neither did he, we walked side by side as if we had the same destination.

"It's almost Christmas," I said.

"Yes," he said, as snowflakes began to fall in the sky.

We walked aimlessly to my flower shop at the end, and for a moment I thought he remembered me from beginning to end.

The snow is already heavy, and there are many, the trees on the side of the road are covered with small light bulbs of various colors, and the golden light covers the snowy night. There are only two of us on this street, and only our two footprints.

"Here we are." Mori Ogai shook the snow on his hat, "Goodbye."

"Wait a minute." I stopped him, untied the scarf and handed it to him, and he looked at me suspiciously.

I shook off the scarf and tied it around Mori Ogai's neck, wrapped it twice and tied it in a knot, "Is the gynecology hospital so hard?"

Mori Ogai reached out his hand to touch the crimson scarf, and his purple nails showed a cold color, "Well, it was very hard work."

After that, Mori Ogai would come to the flower shop to buy flowers from time to time, and I looked forward to his coming.

And make him a pot of hot tea.

One day when I thought our relationship was becoming clearer, he suddenly came with a little girl in his arms.

Blonde loli, very close.

The blonde loli called him Rintaro.

Yo, and a nickname.

Her name is Alice.

Not father and daughter, not relatives.

Me: Dead eyes.

The author has something to say: People like him,

Often look into the distance.

Those eyes are always clear,

The most beautiful eyes I have ever seen.

Probably because I like him,

That's why I think so.

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And Mori Ogai's memory kill appeared

Doctor Mori lolicon was discovered.

There is no way to find death by yourself.

The young lady's favorability instantly dropped to freezing point, and he concealed his age.

【Known information】

Jun Tomie Ito

Craftsman

housework expert

travel expert

Not a serious businessman

some old age traits

There is a vegetative uncle

Not only is it attractive to different abilities, but it is also attractive to stand-in messengers.

Spent half a year without shame with Dior in Cairo Castle

Taste has improved.