The daily life of Bat Cubs traveling through Yokohama

The warm sea breeze blows over Yokohama, which has recovered from the disaster. After going out carefully for a few days, the citizens gradually let go of their panic and timidity. in life.

A new day begins.

Today is a fine and sunny day, the sun is bright but not too hot, and the warm sea breeze makes people drowsy.

In such weather, if there is a place to spend leisure time, soothe the traumatized soul after the war and bring peace and peace to people, then in Yokohama, perhaps Minatomigaoka Park is a good place to go.

The terrain here is slightly higher, and you can see the vista of the city that is gradually recovering, overlooking the Yokohama Bay Bridge that connects with the outside world. From here, you can see the vehicles on the bridge from a distance, instead of most of them running outside. This further stabilized the minds of the citizens.

Yokohama has really restored peace.

In the flower beds that can be seen everywhere in the park, all kinds of flowers are competing to bloom, creating a vibrant scene.

On the stone steps in the park, two young men sat on it drinking beer and chatting without saying a word. Their spirits were slightly decadent against the backdrop of the bustling surroundings.

"Hey... still no reply today." The young man in a plain suit tore off his black tie, squinting to hide the soreness in his eyes.

Before the struggle was over, he was dismissed by a text message from his boss, and when he called again, there was already a blind voice, and he did not dare to leave the house too much when there were armed fights in the downtown area from time to time. Go to the company to protest.

After the protest was over, I went to the company's personnel department, and found that the place was already empty, and the boss had already left Yokohama, a place of right and wrong, and walked away very cleanly.

Recently, there are too many people who have lost their jobs due to various reasons. He no longer knows how many resumes he has submitted and how many interviews he has gone to, but until today there is still no possible answer.

Another person who was dressed similarly to him, except for a different color tie, took a sip of wine, "Who isn't, in another month, my little savings may not be enough for me to live on, and I'm going to eat relief meals soon gone."

"This gang of goddamn gangsters, they don't have enough human lives on weekdays, and they still—"

"Shhh," the young man in the blue tie interrupted him and looked around, heaved a sigh of relief when he confirmed that there was no one around, and then punched his friend, "Yamada, are you dying? The war has just subsided not long ago , there are still a lot of bastards running around in the street now, maybe I will fill the sea with you!"

"Hoo...Sorry, Gucun, I'm a little..." The young man named Yamada, who was also from an ordinary family background, calmed down with a little fear after being stopped, but he was drunk, and his personality was different than usual Even more daring, he still complained a little bit uncontrollably, "I might as well rob a bank! Since I can't live a normal life, I might as well join... At worst, I can get free prison meals."

"I think you are out of your mind. Could that kind of place be a place for us ordinary people to hang out? A few lives are not enough! You are the only one in your family, so don't be confused, but..." Said, but remembered something, "Maybe the Knight Security Company... Hey, forget it, after all, they were also gangsters in the past, and now their members are still called the Knight Gang, so even if they seem to have reformed these days, Who knows when..."

"What exactly do you want to say? Don't say half of it, say it quickly, and I will judge whether it is okay or not."

"Didn't they set up points in various places a while ago? Later, when the struggle was intensified, they delivered supplies according to the points and areas. Now it is said that they are recruiting some kind of riders..."

"Rider?"

"It is said that there is foreign capital involved, and they still undertake the security related matters of large enterprises or international aspects, but they have separated some businesses from the Knight Gang. What is it called Rider Express?"

"What is this for?"

"It is said that it is a business for ordinary people, such as food delivery and express delivery, but who knows if it is openly recruiting employees, and you may become their pawn one day after you go in. If you want me to say that food delivery is not all restaurants Is it your own employees? What about delivery riders? It’s weird. I don’t know if the foreign-funded company has a brain problem. Does this aspect of catering have anything to do with their technology company?”

At this time, a motorcycle boy in a blue uniform and a helmet of the same color passed by under the hill, and the "rider takeaway" printed on the back of the uniform broke into their field of vision.

"...Don't tell me, the uniform looks pretty good? I want to try it first."

"You really don't think about it anymore? What's the specific situation here-"

"Ham, I'll just make a living first. If I have so much to do, I'll just make do with it."

……

The rider brother who just passed the park is in a good mood today. The order that was just assigned to him is still a big one. The customer ordered a lot of fresh vegetables and the like.

Regardless of the long journey, it might take him a long time. This customer is very generous, and the extra tip is very considerable. This order alone is enough to cover the whole day's running orders.

During the struggle, his family happened to be able to see the abandoned suburbs from a distance. It is conceivable how difficult the life of his family was during those days, so the nearby knight site helped a lot.

In fact, when he came to the site at the beginning, he was also apprehensive, but later found that he didn’t need to have too much contact with the people there, as long as he filled out the form left in the mailbox outside and paid the fee on time, the next day their The supplies are basically delivered to your doorstep on time.

After the struggle ended, he tried to join as soon as he heard the information about the recruitment of riders. Anyway, he only had a middle school education. Now that it is difficult to find a job, it would be nice to have a place that does not require education and skills.

After joining, I heard the vision from his foreman. Although there are not enough customers using their channels, the company is about to increase investment in advertising. It is only a trial stage. If the employees do not receive enough orders at this stage, the company will also Various subsidies will be given.There is also a blueprint for the future. Every step is clearly planned. Now customers may only use the computer official website or mobile phone to provide manual services, and wait for the future...

With the enjoyment of the future, the rider brother gradually drove to the concession area and came to a family in the farthest suburb.

As soon as I came to the gate with the iron fence, the little brother hadn't pressed the doorbell on the gatepost yet. When he swiped the camera diagonally above, the gate opened automatically.

He parked the car outside the gate a little cautiously, lifted all the heavy ingredients, and walked past the fountain and flower beds in the courtyard, all the way to the front of the villa.

Before the little brother knocked on the door, the door was opened again ahead of schedule.

The one who opened the door was a boy with blue eyes. Behind him was a little girl with purple hair, gently pulling the corner of the boy's clothes, shyly showing only half of her body behind the boy.

When the little brother was about to ask if he wanted to help carry it in, the boy directly took the bag in his hands with ease.

"Thank you for your hard work."

……

Jason closed the door and walked towards the kitchen with the bag in hand.

Passing by two children who were arguing and whose minds were definitely not more than three years old, they brought Xiao Sakura to the kitchen.

in the living room.

"You lingering mackerel! What are you doing here?" Nakahara Nakaya pointed at the nose of Dazai Osamu, who was sitting on the sofa leisurely, as casual as his master.

Chuya Nakahara was carrying red wine today, and was invited to Jason's house on a rare rest day. As a result, he just bent down to change his shoes after entering the door, and a sudden thrust behind him almost made him gnaw on the floor.

Turning around, it turned out to be Dazai Osamu. I don’t know when he came in, squeezed Nakahara Chuya in front of the shoe cabinet, kicked off his shoes and walked into the room, looking around exaggeratedly and talking to himself—— "Huh? Was there something at the door just now?"

"If you can come, why can't I?"

"Jason is my friend, not yours. Besides, no one invited you, right?"

"I'm here to care about Dahong's brother, can't I?"

"Hey! Keep your voice down," Nakahara Chuya hurriedly pulled Osamu Dazai into the corner, looked towards the kitchen, and threatened in a low voice after confirming that there was no movement, "What are you doing, are you out of your mind? ?Don't--"

"Don't worry, maybe people already know who the red hood is, so they need you to cover up?"

"Tsk, no matter what, it's Jason's housework, so don't make a fuss about it." It's not that Zhong Yuanzhong didn't think of this possibility, maybe the two brothers have known each other for a long time.

Zhongyuan Zhong also saw Jason's attitude when he mentioned his elder brother and Dahong's tangled expression when he saw him talking about Jason, and felt that there might be a very complicated story here.

Whether Dahong didn't recognize each other and just secretly protected, or brothers recognized each other but broke up unhappy, or knew each other but pretended not to know each other because of certain concerns... etc., these are not easy for outsiders to mediate and intervene of.

"I see——" Osamu Dazai dragged his lips and shrugged boringly, "Chuya is stupid and boring, I'll help in the kitchen~"

"It's not going to help you if you go," Nakahara Nakaya wanted to stop Dazai Osamu, but he missed it with one hand, "Hey - wait, you come back!"

in the kitchen.

"Go to your sister and let her teach you how to make small cakes, okay?" Jason lowered his body and said to Sakura, and raised his chin towards Gin Akutagawa, who was making cake embryos on the cooking table.

Sakura followed Jason's line of sight to see that side, Xiaoyin turned her head as if feeling something, and looked into her round purple eyes.

Before Sakura was about to shrink back behind Jason, Xiaoyin promptly responded with an amiable smile, casually brushing a strand of hair that had slipped from the scrunchie and pinning it behind her ear.

The sun shone through the kitchen window and brushed over the girl's face, making her seem to be shining slightly, and a gentle and beautiful smile was reflected in the little girl's eyes.

Sakura blushed and walked over under Jason's encouraging eyes.

Seeing that they got along well with each other, Jason came to his desk with peace of mind.

He slowly rolled up the sleeves and folded them to the elbow joints, revealing his thin and strong arms. When handling the ingredients, the muscles on the forearms relaxed and faintly emerged with the movements of his hands.

When he picked up the tofu and was thinking about the menu of Japanese cuisine, two people rushed into the kitchen one after another.

"Hello, brother~ I'm very embarrassed that I didn't bring anything with me when I came here for the first time, so I came to help the chef to express my heart~"

"Brother?" Jason raised his eyebrows and looked over with a half-smile.

"Ah——" Osamu Dazai froze, touched his neck unconsciously, and then suddenly became excited again, "From now on, everyone will be... acquaintances, it's so troublesome to call them by their full names, I want it to be simpler , why not—"

——"I'll call you Xiaojie Bird~"

The author has something to say:

Zai: Actually, I want to call him Little Red Riding Hood, but I'm afraid it will be cold in a second...

I watched a lot of gourmet ups today, and when I opened the document and put it on the keyboard-my mind went blank.

emmmmm...Jie Niao, I'm sorry for you...Your performance stops at the author's lack of words...

How do you do transitions, what do you do in daily life, who am I, where am I, and what am I doing? ? ?

...so there is only Mr. Short, who is full of confidence today and thinks he can write a lot, but my hands and brain are not up to par

I... don't know if my condition will be better tomorrow, I hope I won't be bald every day...

Still lucky little red envelope, meme chirp