Dad, he is addicted to raising cubs

"...This is your room, Dazai."

Yuecheng Xueman turned sideways, and showed the guest room that was packed before leaving home to the young man behind him, "See if there is anything else you need, we will go out and buy it tomorrow."

"Thank you."

The black-haired boy's eyes were half-closed, he thanked Xueman in a low voice, and then walked forward on his own, and the first thing he did after entering the room was to close the door, and let Yuecheng Xue who wanted to go in together Man stopped outside.

—Are you still mad at me?I didn't say he was short before I knew it.

Touching his nose, Xueman shook his head helplessly, and the broken hair on his forehead shook slightly, "Then I'll call you again during dinner." He raised his voice and said in a good-tempered manner.

Let's rewind the timeline to a week ago.

Having just finished a difficult phone call, Yuecheng Xueman's mood can be said to be exhausted to the extreme—whether it is working for others or opening a studio by himself, as long as it is a job that comes into contact with people, it is inevitable that some people cannot communicate. people.

He always thought that the last one he encountered was the most difficult one, but the new one would hit him in the face at the speed of light.

But the good news is that the other party is difficult to deal with, but they sent Xueman a big order with enough profit for him to spend the first half of the year leisurely.After thinking about it, he can salt fish at home, or go out with friends, a smile finally appeared on Xueman's lips.

But before he could get enough, the phone rang again.

"Alas." Xueman didn't notice that the numbers on the screen were a string he was not familiar with, he scratched the green dot to the right, and stuck the phone to his ear, "Mr. Fujiwara, what's the problem with the order just now?" ?"

"Excuse me, is it Xueman, Yuecheng Xueman?"

The voice from the microphone made Xueman both familiar and unfamiliar. He searched quickly in his memory, and soon locked on the funeral of his grandfather a year ago. The warm and hospitable uncle who helped him a lot , with a voice similar to that on the phone.

"Is it uncle? I'm Xueman."

Perhaps it was his affirmation that gave the other party courage. The voice on the other side that was tense due to anxiety slowly relaxed, and he stammered out what he had prepared for a long time.

Xueman can even imagine the other party's awkward appearance holding a post-it note.

"...so you mean, you want me to adopt that child?"

The 15-minute call resulted in a request that made Xueman feel unbelievable. He asked again cautiously, "I don't think I misunderstood what you mean?"

The long silence was so embarrassing that it was difficult to speak.

"Uncle just said that the funeral of the child's parents will be the day after tomorrow. I remember correctly."

Xueman is a gentle person, and took the initiative to give a step down to relatives who have not seen each other for a long time, "I just want to go back, and we will talk about the specific situation at that time. Do you think this is okay?"

"Ok, Ok!"

After hanging up the phone, Xueman leaned back on the chair, caressing the cat that jumped onto his lap.There was an inexplicable emotion in his heart, which lingered for a long time, until the next morning, when Xueman put the packed luggage in the trunk, it still did not disappear.

"It's been a year, and it's time to go back and see grandpa."

Xueman turned the key and drove to the town in his memory, which was actually not far from where he lived, but after the death of his grandfather, Xueman had no reason to come back.

He came from here, but he was clearly cut off from the town.

After backing the car into his yard, Xueman hadn't brought out the box yet, when the still hospitable uncle and aunt appeared at the door together, they still had farm tools in their hands, and there were still a lot of stains on their rubber shoes. It seems that he rushed over directly after getting the news of his return.

Xueman greeted the two elders.

Under the kindness of the other party, he had to give up the idea of ​​cleaning the house by himself, and carried the box to his uncle's house not far away.The dining table was full of my aunt's special dishes, and my uncle also took out good wine from the cabinet, saying that he would have a good drink with Xueman.

"Then how about we drink and talk about that kid?"

He didn't reject this excessive enthusiasm. Compared with the hypocritical and double-faced people he encountered at work, his uncle and aunt's attitude was much more sincere.

They wanted something from Xueman, but they felt that it was not natural to do so... The guilt mixed with expectations turned into good intentions, wishing to push all the good dishes to Xueman's hand and let him eat alone.

"You just came back, this..." Uncle hesitated.

"Since you want me to adopt that child, you should let me know some basic information first." Xueman filled his uncle's and his own wine glasses, "It's not too much."

Uncle sighed, and told Xueman about the boy named Osamu Dazai.

It is said that it has something to do with Osamu Dazai, but in fact it is more about the absurd things created by his parents-a divorced woman who recklessly married with a child, soon discovered that the life in the small town was not as described by her lover. good.

But the man she married was greedy for her money and beauty. After draining the woman's last savings, the man began to go out frequently, teasing other women all night.

The eyes blinded by love saw the reality clearly, the love turned into hatred in an instant, the sweet words stopped, and the reprimands and curses were frequent... They disturbed the peaceful atmosphere of the town for five years, and finally ended in a tragic way— —The woman stabbed the other party to death with a knife and then committed suicide.

"That's bleeding..." Auntie waved her hand, "It scared Granny Ye, who went shopping for vegetables, to faint."

"What are you talking about?"

The uncle frowned, "The couple are not good people, but Dazai's child was not affected by them."

"Even during the time when those two were having the worst quarrel, Dazai's grades were No.1 in the school, and he went out to compete on behalf of the school. After this happened, a teacher came to take Dazai away, but he No matter what, I still live in the previous house.”

"It's not that Uncle is specifically troubling you... It's just that the town is so small, gossip will ruin this child."

Xueman's hands on her knees silently clenched into fists.

Afterwards, the uncle talked with Xueman for a long time. The uncle, who was drunk, cursed the unreliable couple, but showed great sympathy for Osamu Dazai who was imprisoned by his parents.

Finally, Xueman and his aunt sent the drunk uncle to the bedroom.

"Aunt, where is Dazai's house?"

Xueman, who helped clear the table, asked, "The funeral is tomorrow, and I'm a little worried... Anyway, I'm fine now, I want to go and see him."

"You are a good boy."

The aunt sighed, wiped off the water on her hands, and handed over a pre-packed lunch box, "This is for Dazai, he must not have had a good meal recently."

After accepting the lunch box and address, Xueman walked around the town for a long time before finding Osamu Dazai's house.In the evening when the surrounding houses were lit up with warm yellow lights, the house in the middle without a trace of light looked particularly weird.

Xueman checked the house number again, yes, it is here.He rang the doorbell, repeated several times, and waited patiently for someone to open the door.

This is a competition of endurance, but there is an extra "weapon" doorbell in Xueman's hand. Dazai Zhi, who was so annoyed by the ringtone, finally sat up from the bathtub, and gave Xueman a wrist that was still dripping blood. The door was full.

"Who?"

The chain lock hanging on the door was only about a palm-width apart. Osamu Dazai stood unsteadily at the door and asked a question.Along with this barely audible sound was the "tick" of blood falling on the tiles.

Xueman could smell blood in the air.

Through the moonlight, he saw the pale face of the young man. The pupils of the other party seemed to have lost focus, and nothing could be reflected in the empty area.

"Feel sorry."

Accompanied by short words, Xueman hit with all his strength.The unreliable chain lock fell to the ground obediently after holding on for three times, while Osamu Dazai was sitting on the floor tiles, wondering why a door as big as his own could not stop a single person.

"Who are you."

He said it like a dream.

"I am your future guardian."

The warm coat landed on Osamu Dazai, he only felt his vision flicker, and belatedly realized that he was picked up by someone and was running to the hospital not far away.

There was a beating heart in his ears, and the sound of rapid breathing above his head... Leaning in a warm and wide embrace, Osamu Dazai involuntarily closed his eyes and fell asleep.

When he opened his eyes again, the funeral was over.

Yuecheng Xueman was sitting beside the hospital bed, his right elbow was propped on the small cabinet beside the bed, his head was bit by bit, like a chicken pecking at rice.Osamu Dazai tilted his head, looked at the stranger's hand that was being held tightly by him, and realized the fact that he was saved.

——I didn’t succeed in dying.

He looked out the window, the weather was clear, and there were sheets of clouds moving slowly in the blue sky; the wind blowing from the window was cool and springy, and occasionally two or three falling petals would blow in.

Osamu Dazai's attention was attracted by the petals.

"...you're awake."

Yuecheng Xueman yawned and stretched his stiff neck, "Do you want to eat something? The doctor said that the stomach problem is more serious than the injury on your wrist. How long has it been since you had a good meal. "

Osamu Dazai thought about it, then gave up, "I forgot."

He paused, "I don't have anything to eat either."

"That can't be done. I promised my aunt that I will watch you eat well."

Xueman smiled slightly at Osamu Dazai, "Or, do you want to be fed by me? Although feeding is a child's privilege, since you are so cute, it is considered a special service."

Osamu Dazai twitched the corner of his mouth, "No."

He injured his left hand, not his right hand, so it's fine to eat by himself, okay?

With such an episode, it became logical for Xueman to adopt Osamu Dazai.In fact, when Xueman sent Dazai Zhi to the hospital and saw clearly the appearance of the suicide boy under the light, he understood the reason why his uncle entrusted him to adopt the child.

Small-town gossip is one thing.

The second reason is that the child himself does not belong to the small town.

Osamu Dazai is no longer simply standing out from the crowd, standing out and eye-catching, he is like a cloud floating over the small town by chance, and has no connection with everything underground - he is separated from the small town and even the whole world. both sides.

The alienation and indifference in him are out of tune with the small town.Such a person, the town can't keep it.

Xueman is well aware of this.

Considering Osamu Dazai's stomach problem, Xueman ordered the dinner to be plain porridge with side dishes.As a person who has been living independently since he was in high school, his cooking skills have been honed over time, and he is the type that people can't help but say delicious after eating.

But Osamu Dazai, who had spread sheets for himself in the guest room upstairs, smelled the fragrance of rice.

He could close the door, but he couldn't seal the door with something, let alone stop the smell of food from slowly spreading from the first floor.

"Dazai, it's time for dinner."

Xueman stood at the door and knocked lightly twice, "Are you still tidying up the house? I'll help you after dinner."

The young man's wrist is not perfect yet, without the assistance of his left hand, many things will become troublesome.

The person who was wrestling with the bed sheet was discouraged and simply let it spread in a mess on the corner of the bed.Osamu Dazai opened the door, but didn't realize that there was a hint of coquettishness in his voice, "Hand hurts."

Xueman held the boy's forearm, not directly touching the wound on his wrist.

"Is the pain severe? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

Osamu Dazai's body is weak, and the wound heals slower than ordinary people; the hideous crack was stitched up, and it became the only scar on the flawless porcelain, which made people feel pity.

"It doesn't hurt now."

The boy shook his head obediently, "And I'm hungry."

The corner of Xueman's mouth curled up, causing the boy's arm to fall down gently, and then he rubbed the black hair that felt so good, "Sorry, I shouldn't have called you short before."

"Boys grow slowly. I'm not as tall as you at this time."

"It's ok."

Osamu Dazai shook his head again, "It's just that I have to trouble you again, Uncle, I can't make the bed evenly."

Xueman looked at the sheets that had been folded into cubes by himself, but now they turned into a ball, and couldn't help laughing, "Hey, your task now is to heal your wounds, just leave the rest to me." .”

"Let's go down to eat first."

He finished with a smile, turned and left first.

Osamu Dazai tilted his head, stared at Xueman's back for three seconds, and then followed. Where Xueman could not see, the deliberate cuteness on Dazai's face was shattered and peeled off bit by bit.

He thought he had brought back a homeless kitten, and it was still the kind of sticky, pitiful little cat that would turn its belly out for people to touch.

But in fact, Osamu Dazai is a little monster with sharp teeth, even hard bones can be chewed and swallowed smoothly.

But—shh, it's a secret.

The author has something to say: So the real name of this episode is: Daddy Long Legs and his Little Monster.

How could our Dazai be the kind who is cute, innocent and kind!What a cold joke!I really laughed!

But our Xueman is indeed such a person, alas (.

I woke up and the code is the second update. If it is fast, I still have to watch it today. If it is slow...you can just pretend that I sleep until tomorrow.