Queen of Yokohama [Comprehensive]

01.

When I opened the door and came in, Nakahara Nakaya was sitting by the window watching the night rain outside.

On such a night, the rain falls quietly in the night fog, and the faint white mist rises under the lamp, which is very quiet.

I think of two lines of Tang poetry, why cut the candles in the west window together, but talk about the rainy night in Bashan.When I was a child, I knew the meaning of these two poems, but I couldn't appreciate the beautiful artistic conception in them. Now that I savor them carefully, every word and sentence is full of the cold and rustling rain.

These two lines of Tang poems were taught to me by Yusheng Shizhi, who likes Chinese classical culture very much.

My thoughts involuntarily drifted to the distance, but my eyes stayed on Zhongye in the Central Plains.He is quite a handsome man.The men in Hong Kong and Black all have their own charms. Ogai Mori has a deep and elegant feeling, Osamu Dazai has a sense of wanton indulgence, and Sakunosuke Oda has a sense of restraint of traditional Japanese men. Among them, " The word "handsome" is most suitable for Chuya Nakahara.

The old man's top hat, the collar full of abstinence, and the bow tie crossed in front of the shirt, black windbreaker, black gloves... The consistent expression is the unique indifference of qualified people in the dark world, but occasionally there will be quite arrogant and domineering smiles .

——Everything makes up his unique and fascinating sense of handsomeness.

But now he is sitting in front of the window watching the night rain, from where I can see the dark night sky outside, there is a wind lamp hanging in the corridor next to the window, the wind lamp is swaying in the rain, twinkling, breathing light like light.

Beautiful picture with melancholy.

"I'm back." I said, "You can sleep now."

He moved his gaze to me and I noticed that he was not wearing gloves and his fingertips were wet from the rain.

I'm reminded of the theory that one's private parts feel ashamed because it's always been hidden under clothing, and if people are used to covering their faces, then the shame of exposing their faces after many years is also the same. will be quite high.This theory has something to do with the situation of this matter. Nakahara Chu also wears those black gloves when doing almost everything, even when eating and resting, so now he took off the gloves and his fingertips were stained with water droplets. , it made my heart move slightly, and I even said that I had the idea of ​​blaspheming him.

But the idea is the idea, I don't want to spoil the atmosphere in front of me.

"Okay," he said.This is the first sentence he said to me, a very simple sentence.

I didn't know why I felt soft inside, so I smiled at him and said, "Tomorrow you will accompany me to the Barbara, and in the afternoon you may go to the territory of the Blue Clan, and then in the evening there will be formal negotiations with the Akashi and Atobe families." , but now because we want to inherit the Purgatory House, the initiative is in our hands..." After talking about this, I also got into a working state, hesitated for a moment and said, "But it's too early to say this now."

Although the port mafia in the future may be oriented to the entire Kanto, the Akashi family and the Atobe family are oriented to the entire Japan, and their overseas influence should not be underestimated—for example, the Atobe family is in Germany, and the Akashi family is in Latin America. .

But after all, we are gangsters. In this age of crumbling beliefs, gangsters always have more say than people on the white road.

"Yeah." Zhongyuan Zhong also nodded, and he followed my thinking very obediently: "There are still many things to do."

"There are indeed a lot of things to do." I said, and when I said this, I thought about it, and said what I thought I should say at this moment as if reciting a line: "But fortunately, you are here."

Zhong Yuanzhong also laughed, I felt that he could hear the essence of my lines, but he still said: "Okay."

I have to say, I feel that the purpose of Chuya Nakahara appearing in front of me tonight is to seduce me.

Although he didn't do anything, but just sitting there and talking to me in ordinary words, I felt that his whole body was full of masculine hormonal charm, maybe it was because of drinking, I I feel like I can't hold back.

In fact, I don't need to worry about him at all - thinking of this, I feel more and more impatient.

"Chuya..." I called out.

"This is a purgatory house, not Hong Kong black, Ah Ye." He seemed to understand my thoughts—but I think my eyes may be too hot(?)—say so.

"Okay." I showed a rather regretful expression.

"Excessive expression." Nakahara Zhongya commented.

It was still raining outside, and the wind lanterns were swaying in the rain, the light was a bit confusing and very moving.

Of course I understand how special Zhongya is to me.

If I can reasonably make all kinds of judgments and communicate with all kinds of people when I don't see him.But when I see him, it is easy to be full of him. I am obsessed with his body, his wanton smile, his beautiful eyes, his handsome appearance when he smokes, the smell of tobacco and custom perfume on his body A mixed feeling... obsessed with everything about him.Also obsessed with his crush on me.

Then, I naturally thought of what my father said.

I understand what he said, I don't need to do that for profit, and I don't need to give up love for profit.In other words, my happiness itself is also a kind of benefit.

However, I am not him. As a person who has experienced it, he can certainly express such views in a chic way, but I am still in the middle of the game, and I am still trying to survive and climb up in the bloody storm of this dark world.

I thought of Yusheng Shizhi again.

Although I didn't spend much time with my mother, I still have a lot of memories about her.There are also many shadows of her left in the purgatory house, and my father has kept them intact. He is not a nostalgic person, or in other words, all his nostalgia has been given to my deceased mother.

In fact, I sometimes think about their love story. Their love story has no twists and turns, and it is not even a story.But true love does not need any magnificent twists and turns to prove it, but my father's longing for my mother for decades really moved me.

There are many touching love stories throughout the ages, and Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai in China are very popular stories.In the end, both of them turned into butterflies, which sounds quite poignant.Until I once saw a lizard covered with butterflies by the stream, I was curious to look over it and was taken aback because the butterflies were sucking the blood from the lizard's wound.Yusheng Shiori played her true qualities as a schoolmaster, she told me:

"Under normal circumstances, butterflies will not take the initiative to pierce their skin to suck blood, but they will not refuse when given the opportunity."

emmm... this "will not refuse if given the opportunity" is very spiritual.

Yusheng Shizhi pondered for a while, and continued: "To be honest, they mainly like to suck liquids with relatively high inorganic salts, such as salt water, sweat, urine, and excrement from feces."

I:……

I have made a big mistake, how can I face up to the story of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai in the future?How to face up to those beautiful legends about butterflies?

Seeing my strange expression, Yusheng Shizhi tried to make up for it: "Actually, they just look good, you don't have to think so much..."

Perhaps it was because the expression on my face was too gloomy, Yusheng Shizhi quickly added: "The beautiful posture of the butterfly also entrusts the beautiful yearning of people from all over the world. For example, the goddess of the forest in Greek mythology likes to become a butterfly..."

I blurted out: "And eat shit?"

The corners of Yusheng Shizhi's mouth twitched, "Can't you be a little cute?"

I thought about it, "Is there something dark and gothic?" Forgive me when I was a kid, obsessed with punk goth culture (actually I couldn't tell the difference between punk and goth at the time the difference).

Shiori Yusheng thought for a while, and said: "There is also a species of Lepidoptera called Hemiceratoideshieroglyphica, which sneaks up on birds at night and feeds on tears."

"Oh." I blinked my eyes, "This sounds good, but it reminds me of the crimson pearl fairy in the Chinese Tale of Genji."

"It's A Dream of Red Mansions." Yusheng Shizhi corrected.

Although the topic got off track later, I still remember that autumn afternoon, by the sparkling brook, my girlish heart was killed for the first time.

After that, I was strangled by Kaguzu Xuanshi many times, and gradually formed the overly sturdy me now.

After thinking a lot, I gradually calmed down: "Okay, it's getting late, I'm going to bed, you should rest too. There is still work to do tomorrow, and there will be fights."

"Go to sleep first, I'll watch the rain for a while." Zhongya Zhongyuan said so.

"I don't even want to leave because of what you said." My words were a bit rambunctious.

"Okay." He got up and walked in front of me. He seemed to want to touch my head, but he stretched out his hand and found that my height was a little short. my shoulder, and said, "It's time for you to rest. Leave me alone."

It was a very moving scene, but I laughed out loud, which completely ruined the previous atmosphere.

Zhong Yuanzhong also turned dark: "Hey, you woman."

"Okay, okay, I'll go now." I held back a smile and slipped out the door, and stole a cigarette from his pocket by the way.

After leaving for a while, I turned around and looked, the wind and rain were blowing, his figure was cast on the window lattice, hey, this is mine, my middle one~~

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