I'm acting in Yokohama

Sagawa Yoshihiko lifted his windbreaker and covered the unconscious young man. Compared with the Hong Kong gangster cadre he was familiar with, the young man seemed much more immature.

"Hmm—" Zhong Yuanzhong, who was a little smaller, also curled up under the windbreaker and groaned in pain. His breathing became short of breath, and red and black scars like burning fire gradually appeared all over his body.

This is the ability of Zhongye in the Central Plains.

Sagawa Yoshihiko is a bit strange, because he looks like he is resisting some kind of power that does not belong to him. This is a bit similar to when the consciousness of the Holy Grail is forced into the human body. In an instant, this body will explode.

He put his hand on the boy's forehead, and poured gentle strength into it to smooth the painful tearing in the boy's body.

[So warm...]

The boy's stiff body gradually relaxed due to the pain, but his hands tightly grasped the black windbreaker on his body, like a drowning person clenched the last floating board for survival.

"Someone is coming... I'm in trouble." Sagawa Yoshihiko picked up the boy, only then realized that the weight in his hand was abnormally light, the flesh was almost invisible to the touch, and it was all bones.

He found a place and jumped out of this broken pit.

"Huh?" There is still someone alive in the corner?

Sagawa Yoshihiko leaned over and saw a familiar hat.

"Isn't this Zhongye's hat?" But I heard that Zhongye's hat was also given to him by his seniors. "So he is from Hong Kong? He is Zhongye's boss?"

"Rimba?" Sagawa Yoshihiko clasped his hands in his arms but couldn't free his hands. Rashomon got out and picked up the hat. He saw the words painted on the inside of the hat.

Sagawa Yoshihiko, who was a little confused about the current situation, simply used Rashomon to bring Rimbaud with him.

Of the three of them, two were in a coma, and Nakahara Chuya was wrapped in a windbreaker, and the other was covered in blood, and each was more embarrassed than the other.

As for himself, Yoshihiko Sagawa looked down at his chest, where there was a huge hole, which was taken out by the person who beat the enemy Hakka with his bare hands.

Such a trio does not look like a normal person.

Rashomon cast a black shadow and turned the person who was suspected to be Nakahara Chuya's boss all over the body.

Kuroying obediently handed the looted items to Sagawa Yoshihiko.

"How should I put it... Unexpectedly poor." After all, he is also Nakahara Chuya's boss, and he only has a few banknotes and a hat all over his body.

"Oh right, I remembered, Chuya's black card before——"

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"Welcome three to check in!" The young lady at the front desk of the hotel handed the room card to Sagawa Yoshihiko with a warm smile on her face.

After watching the three go away, the front desk lady's smile gradually widened, with excitement and gossip in her eyes.

[There was a male guest just now, his lover has been clinging to him and won’t let him go. He wrapped a boy in a windbreaker, and he didn’t wear anything inside! ]

In order to cover up the vacancy in his heart, Sagawa Yoshihiko held Nakahara Nakaya in his arms, wrapped him with a Rashomon from under Mr. Rimbaud's coat, pretending to be walking soberly and freely, and stuck it to his back.

From the front desk lady's point of view, it was the tall man wearing a black hat who couldn't see his face clearly holding the guest in his arms, as if acting like a baby, and refused to let go no matter what.

[He just asked me to buy new clothes for the three of them, how exciting! ]

Yoshihiko Sagawa asked for a family room, and he didn't want the other two to be alone in the same room without knowing the situation.

After placing the unconscious two people in order, Yoshihiko Sagawa wanted to charge his mobile phone to contact the leader, but there was no charger of his mobile phone model.

He turned on the computer in the room, looked at the time in the lower right corner, and finally realized that something was wrong.

He was in... Yokohama 11 years ago? !

I couldn't see the king, and the timeline was extremely chaotic...

A certain cup's mentality collapsed for a while.

But in this way, isn't Nakahara Chuya... seven years old this year? !

Yoshihiko Sagawa looked back at the boy on the bed. Although he was much younger than Hong Kong and Hei, he was definitely not a seven-year-old boy with the same height.

In other words... Nakahara Chuya hasn't grown taller in 11 years? !

Judging from the circumstances of discovering the other party at the time, it seems that he was also a product of the laboratory, probably to fix the container, so the height has long been stereotyped.

Sagawa Yoshihiko no longer struggled with this, he lifted his shirt, the broken muscle tissue in his chest was wriggling rapidly, and he couldn't get his heart back, so he had to restore the appearance like this first.

"In this period of time——" Sagawa Yoshihiko closed his eyes. He was in the adjustment period at that time, and he received very little news from the outside world. The only thing he could be sure of was, "It seems that the leader of the gangsters is not Mori Ogai?"

It was getting dark outside the window, and the street lights had turned on at some point, and there was a slight movement from one of the beds behind.

Zhong Yuanzhong also opened his eyes in a daze. He sat up from the bed, the black windbreaker slipped off, and he stared blankly at the windbreaker.

[Here... where is it?He came out? ]

[Where did you come out to point out...Damn it, I can't remember at all, even who I am...]

The young man covered his head in pain, his mind went blank, and after the emptiness, a burst of severe pain surged.

[It hurts so much... the body seems to be splitting apart...]

"Don't resist." The gentle voice seemed to float down from the high sky, someone pressed his forehead, honey-colored eyes were watching him, and the young man clearly saw himself in a state of embarrassment in his pupils.

"Feel it, accept it." Yoshihiko Sagawa gently stroked the boy's head and whispered in his ear, "It's a part of you."

The severe pain in the body stopped, and the young man looked at the pattern drawn by the other party on his hands a little dullly.

Like magic, the pattern flashed a red light in the air, then melted into his hands and disappeared. Seeing this strange scene, the young man didn't feel panic for some reason, as if he believed from the bottom of his heart that this person would not hurt himself .

"It's not magic, it's magic." Sagawa Yoshihiko explained as if he could see through people's hearts, "Although I am also a novice in this area, it seems to work well. Your ability is too powerful, and you can't fully grasp it now. Hold, so I sealed most of the power in your hands."

"...Thank you." The young man was silent for a few seconds after he finished speaking, and then hesitated, "That may be a bit presumptuous, may I ask you—?"

"And do you know me?"

Did they rescue him out of good intentions, or...they have an inseparable relationship that makes this young man unable to give up on himself?

The boy with a blank memory began to inexplicably look forward to the second possibility. The vague and emptiness made him instinctively seek a bond.

"Huh? You don't remember anything?" Yoshihiko Sagawa looked at the future Hong Kong and Black Gravity Envoy, who was soft and pure white like a lamb.

"Your name is Nakahara Chuya." Sagawa Yoshihiko's smile deepened, "As for our relationship—"

"I am your father."

"Come on, call Dad."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

He lost his memory, not his mind.

"The thing is like this..." Sagawa Yoshihiko began to flicker without changing his expression, "Because you didn't listen to the advice and secretly took the Dafa Growth Pill behind your father's back, and suddenly you have grown up so much, Dad is also very sad."

"Don't just treat yourself as someone else's father!" Zhong Yuan jumped up from the bed in a moment of excitement, and then realized—"What have you done to me!"

He hastily wrapped himself in a windbreaker.

"This is my clothes." Sagawa Yoshihiko sent a kind reminder with a smile.

Zhongyuan Zhongye's hand wrapped in his clothes froze, probably due to a psychological effect, he always felt that he was completely enveloped by the breath of youth.

A burst of heat rose from his face, and he blushed and roared, "Turn around, you idiot!"

"Hi, hi." Sagawa Yoshihiko covered his eyes obediently, turned his head, and kept talking non-stop, "Nakaya really grew up, and he used to take a bath with Dad."

"Shut up--!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also hurriedly tossed off the windbreaker and got under the quilt. Resisting the uncomfortable feeling of being naked, he got an arm out of the quilt, grabbed the windbreaker and wanted to throw it over.

But I don't know why he hesitated, and Zhong Yuan Zhong also grabbed the windbreaker with a feeling that he didn't want to let go.

"It's touching that Chuya likes Dad's coat so much."

Sagawa Yoshihiko, who didn't know when to turn his head around, had a fake smile on his face.

"I told you not to call yourself dad!" Nakahara Nakaya shouted angrily, but he didn't realize that he didn't deny that he didn't want to return the coat.

"...Did I wake up at the wrong time?"

The Frenchman with long black hair and white fluffy earmuffs was wrapped in a quilt and said quietly.

"Oh? You're awake too." Yoshihiko Sagawa, who had been paying attention to his movement early in the morning, greeted him.

"Although it is very presumptuous, I would like to ask... who is your Excellency? Who am I...?" After the Frenchman asked, he thought for a while and said, "Let me tell you first, you are definitely not my father."

Sagawa Yoshihiko: "..."

Another one with amnesia, so two of the three of them have amnesia, and one knows nothing about Yokohama 11 years ago.

Sagawa Yoshihiko spread his hands helplessly, blurred his appearance, and briefly talked about the scene he saw at the time: "...That's it. If you have to ask me, I don't know what happened."

"This hat was with Mr. Rimbaud at the time, and Mr. Rimbaud's name was written on it." Sagawa Yoshihiko handed the hat to the Frenchman who was wrapped up in the quilt.

"...What about me?" Zhongya Zhongya on the other side lowered his head, his voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of bursting the fragile bubbles in the sun, "You said I am Zhongya Zhongya, what can prove my identity? ……Woolen cloth?"

Sagawa Yoshihiko was stunned for a moment, he said that at the time, but now he doesn't know how to explain it, seeing that the air pressure around the other party is getting lower and lower...won't he cry out.

"Chuya's words... I took it." Sagawa Yoshihiko wiped away tears that didn't exist, "If Chuya doesn't like it, Dad will be very sad."

"... After all, we are just strangers." Nakahara Chuya squeezed the windbreaker tightly in his hand, his fingertips turned white with such strength, he turned his head away from Sagawa Yoshihiko, staring at the yellow halo of the street lamp outside the window, "Meet by chance That's all, you will probably leave soon..."

After he finished speaking, the room was as silent as night.

Yoshihiko Sagawa easily saw through his anxiety, so he leaned over and rubbed his orange head.

"I will stay with Chuya until the day Chuya gets tired of it."

Even if there is a brief separation, they will eventually meet on another timeline.

The author has something to say: Mustard: They all buy me, the kind that ruins everything

Chiu Ye: It's getting cold, let them go bankrupt

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