Supernatural is king

This is something I haven't seen in the slums for a long time, and it belongs to the winter sunshine.

Warm and peaceful, no worries about being suddenly thrown out of your hiding place in your sleep.Don't worry about when you will be killed by the hungry criminals to fill your stomach.

The soft mattress lying behind him and the soft quilt covering his body are things that his family has never experienced since they abandoned him in the slums.

The five-year-old boy slightly opened his eyes.

He saw the warm golden sunlight shining on the body of Eri who was standing by the window who brought him out of the slums. With this faint halo, he could clearly see Eri's extremely long and curled eyelashes, and the hair hanging behind her. Silky black hair.

He saw Huili tilt her head, and said to the silver-haired man standing beside her with a smile in her eyes, "I like this child very much."

"You don't know." She raised her hand subconsciously to touch the corner of her eyes, and said with a low voice, "How magnificent and brilliant those eyes were at the boundary of life and death."

"I like this kid very much."

Eri repeated this sentence to Kurosawa Yuiga softly.

Kurosawa Yui's eyes without any emotion fell lightly on the boy lying on the hospital bed. The boy's body froze suddenly and he closed his eyes instantly.

But he knew that this man had found him awake.

But the man didn't expose him.

He heard the man say softly, "You want to keep him."

It's not an interrogative sentence, Kurosawa Yui knew it when Eri brought the child back to Hong Kong and Hei, and Eideide I wanted to keep this child.

Eli looked at the boy lying on the hospital bed, and found that although the boy's eyes were tightly closed, but his eyelashes were still trembling, a smile was drawn at the corner of his mouth.

"Ah."

Eri sat on the side of the bed, and rubbed the boy's short hair that became fluffy after being combed.

"I have a hunch this kid is going to be the perfect fit for the Port Mafia."

The boy slowly opened his eyes, and his Adam's apple, which was not very obvious at this age, rolled up and down, but he couldn't make a sound.

Eili shook the hospital bed, picked up the warm water that had been poured by the bed, put her hand under the boy's chin, and poured the water from the cup into his mouth gently and delicately.

The boy's hand quietly grabbed the corner of Huili's clothes.

Kurosawa Yuigo slowly walked behind Eri, seeing the boy's subconscious actions, he showed a little smile instead.

"Since it is the child you brought back, what identity do you want him to enter Hong Kong?" He reminded: "Also, do you need me to prepare a gift for you?"

There is an unwritten rule within the Port Mafia.

That is, if an old man leads a newcomer into Hong Kong, the old man should give something of himself to the newcomer as a symbol of recognizing the newcomer as a member of the mafia.

Eri's attention was on the previous question.

"Identity...what identity do you want?"

Eri leaned closer to the boy on the hospital bed, the same black hair made them look like blood relatives.

The boy shook his head, raised his hand full of trust and dependence and grabbed Eri's cuff.

"As long as...you like...you can."

This movement suddenly coincided with the pale hand in Eri's memory.

The blackness in Eri's eyes suddenly surged into tiny waves.

She slowly curled the corners of her lips.

"Mori Ogai, I give you the name Mori Ogai."

"From now on, you will be my Atobe Eri's child."

Eri smiled, very beautifully.

Just let her try again.

After all, Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi is just the only one of so many children she raised, isn't it?

Forest Taro, no, it should be called Mori Ogai now.

He stared at Huili in a daze, the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter.

"Yes, mother."

The excitement and joy that Mori Ogai's hoarse voice couldn't hide, made Kurosawa look sideways at me.

The silver-haired man didn't make a sound to stop this matter. On the contrary, he watched the matter settle down with great interest.

If this child can be a source of entertainment for Hui, then there is no problem in keeping this child and acknowledging his identity.

Anyway, this matter is neither good nor bad for him.

The man thought casually.

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After Mori Ogai was finally able to leave the infirmary, Eri looked at the unfit shirt and cashmere coat that belonged to her on the boy, and touched his smooth jaw.

The overcoat that was on her body just reached the thigh position and was put on the boy at this time, it was able to wrap the boy completely in it, barely revealing a pair of eyes.

Mori Ogai didn't have any objection to this, but Eri suddenly remembered this, and drove the child out of Hong Kong and Hei, and went to the old shop where she had always made clothes.

He suddenly left the Hong Kong and black that he barely got to know these days, and came to the bustling world outside the slums that he was not familiar with.Sitting on the co-pilot, Mori Ogai asked a little restlessly, "Mother, where are we going?"

Eri skillfully put into gear, and then turned on the navigation.Hearing the boy's question, she reached out and pinched the boy's tender face, and said gently: "Go buy you clothes, you can't just wear my old clothes all the time, can you?"

It was only then that Ogai Mori remembered that he was wearing Eri's old clothes, his face turned red, and he froze on the passenger seat in bewilderment.

Eili chuckled, but didn't continue teasing her, and focused on driving.

Yokohama's laws are enforced by people. Even if Eri is not old enough to obtain a driver's license, because of her status, no one dares to stop her when she is driving on the street.

What's more, after several incidents where the driver was suddenly assassinated, Eili got used to driving by herself.

Seeing that Eri shifted his attention away from him, Mori Ogai slowly relaxed the back that had been straightened just now, only to feel his cheeks burning hot afterwards.

He stopped breathing, and instantly buried his face in the wide collar, revealing only a pair of clear and transparent purple eyes.

Eri brought Mori Ogai to the largest shopping mall in Yokohama.

The century-old tailor shop was on the top floor of the shopping mall, and it was also the most expensive in terms of price.

Although Mori Ogai didn't understand this rule, he could vaguely find that the decoration on the outside was more luxurious and luxurious when looking out from the transparent elevator.

When he reached the top floor, Mori Ogai stopped slowly.

The boy who was only as tall as Huili's thigh raised his hand and gently tugged at Huili's little finger, lowered his head, his expression mixed with anxiety and hesitation: "Mother... do we really want to buy clothes here?"

His other hand was placed behind his back and tightly grasped the clothes behind him, as if he didn't want Huili to see him flinch.

But with Eri's height, she could easily see the boy's small movements.

Eili looked at the high-end clothing store not far away, without having to think about it, she instantly understood why the boy looked like this.

She took Mori Ogai's hand instead, and knelt on one knee to look at the boy.

"Rintaro, look at me."

Eri chose to use this title to relax the boy a bit.

Mori Ogai bit his lip and reluctantly raised his head.

Eri rubbed the skin under the boy's lips, signaling the boy not to bite his lip.After the boy let go, Wen Sheng asked, "Why don't you want to go in?"

Actually, even if he didn't say anything, Eri would understand.But she just wanted Mori Ogai to speak his mind.

Although the saying that the person who untied the bell must tie it seems inappropriate to be used here, it was still the first sentence that came to Eili's mind.

Mori Ogai rubbed his toes against the floor, but didn't speak.

If the mature Hong Kong black leader Mori Ogai came here more than [-] years later, he would definitely walk into the store and ask the designer to come out and make a tailor-made for him.Or simply sit in the chief's office and wait for others to come to serve you.

But standing here now is the five-year-old Lin Taro who was just led out of the slums by Eri.

He hasn't gotten out of the mentality of trying his best to fight for even a piece of moldy bread.Standing here now, he only felt fear and uneasiness.

Eili sighed, and hugged the child whose expression was gradually dimming into his arms.

"Rin Taro, you have to remember, you are my child now."

"Your rights in Hong Kong are only under the leader, me, and the five major cadres. It can be said that you can call the wind and rain in Hong Kong under my protection."

"What's more, I have the ability, even if you blow up the chief building, I can protect you."

Eri rubbed the boy's half-length hair, feeling the warm tears silently rolling down her collar, she couldn't help but sighed.

"Rintaro, you are my child."

She repeated this sentence again.

"So you can, and you deserve the best."

The boy's hands wrapped around her waist bit by bit, and he tried hard to grab the fabric behind her, choked up and said:

"Will you never leave me?"

Eri hugged the crying baby trembling into her arms even harder.

"I won't leave you behind."

"As long as you don't betray me, I will never abandon you."

Mori Ogai put his face on Eri's neck, and no longer held back, the soft sobs came into Eri's ears.

From a person at the bottom of a slum to a golden phoenix flying up to the branches, someone can even give him a warm embrace and tell him that you deserve the best, which is as illusory as a dream.

But now it really happened to him.

He was worried all the time that this dream would be broken.

But now...he doesn't seem to have to worry?

The author has something to say: 3.11

Quickly code words after the online class.

It just happened to be stuck here, the end of the chapter, and there is another one, I tried my best to finish it as soon as possible.

Kurosawa's surname... I really thought of it casually, I really didn't expect it to be Conan (cover face)

☆感谢在2020-03-1102:39:49~2020-03-1118:26:34期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 meow meow;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: nine nine one;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 15 bottles of Wusang; 359275725 bottles of Lianyu; 3 bottles of Ansi; 1 bottle of Anzhiyue;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!