How to return the bandage essence that I accidentally got

The night is dark.

Fuxin Yano, who received the temporary notice from the Secret Service Division, thought about it and decided to get up and work overtime.

This is how many times she has received overtime text messages from Beicun this month?Eight or nine?

If she ignores it again, she guesses that guy will stay up late and die suddenly when he goes to work tomorrow morning, right?

"Keep going to sleep, it's nothing serious."

Sensing the slight movement of the fluffy head under the quilt, he turned his face to the side and opened his eyes to look at her in a daze. Fuxin Yano didn't turn on the light and replied in a low voice.

Over the years, Osamu Dazai is no longer young, but he is still as keen on acting like a spoiled child as before.

Because he has a lot of opinions on the early shift system of the Secret Service Section, it is normal for him to be late or not to go at all.

Every day at the time of waking up, Osamu Dazai would always come up to her through the quilt, hug her and try to make her stay for a while, and when she left, he would continue to sleep soundly.

Well, that's okay, anyway, she doesn't find it troublesome.

Fushin Yano tidied up his clothes, looked at Osamu Dazai who was sleeping peacefully with his eyes closed, and couldn't help smoothing his slightly messy hair on his forehead with his hands.

Glancing at the time at two o'clock in the morning, she didn't stay too long, she closed the door lightly and left.

There is still one person in the family who can take care of Osamu Dazai, so she doesn't have to worry about him not eating breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Anyway, Zhijun will remind you of three meals a day on time.

Seven in the morning.

Osamu Dazai, who was about to stay in bed, heard the knock on the bedroom door, couldn't help but hugged the pillow tightly in aggrieved way, covered himself in the quilt, as if he didn't want to pay attention.

After knocking a few times, Feng Xinzhi, who didn't hear a response, immediately understood his father's intention not to get up.

He was used to this for a long time and was not surprised. It would be a little strange if he woke up just once.

After knocking on the door, Feng Xinzhi raised his voice slightly to make sure that his father, who was probably sleeping with his head under the quilt again, could hear him.

"In any case, you must get up and eat before eight o'clock."

If you don't do it, he won't help you hide the mother's phone call.

Osamu Dazai, who was stuffed under the quilt for a long time, groaned, couldn't help poking his head out, and spoke in a coquettish way with a drawn out voice.

"Zhi-jun, don't—"

Feng Xinzhi ignored Osamu Dazai's words as usual, tapped the door with his fingertips again as a reminder, and then went into the kitchen to start making breakfast without waiting for the response inside.

Pinning the slightly longer hair behind the ears, Feng Xinzhi skillfully started a new day's routine.

After he put all the breakfast on the table, Osamu Dazai slowly got up from the bed and started to wash.

When Dazai Osamu, who woke up immediately after washing, took his seat, Feng Xinzhi had already eaten half of it.

Osamu Dazai looked at him, blinked his eyes, and showed a well-behaved and cute smile, obviously meaning something.

Feng Xinzhi didn't even frown, put down the bowls and chopsticks with a calm expression, and stood up to serve Dazai Zhiji.

"Thank you Zhijun~"

Osamu Dazai, who got the rice without using his hands, had a smile on his face, and directed Feng Xinzhi to do things that he could do with a little effort.

Anyway, those who are favored have nothing to fear.

Feng Xinzhi has well inherited the fact that his mother has nothing to do with acting like a baby to his father, and his personality is usually cool and cold, and he is surprisingly easy-going.

In appearance, he is more like Osamu Dazai, but you can still see Fushin Yano's shadow from his eyebrows and eyes. At a glance, you can tell that he grew up taking advantage of his parents' merits.

The long hair was combed neatly, the broken hair on the forehead cast a light shadow, the iris-colored eyes were full of calm and calm emotions, and the handsome and beautiful face was calm and not youthful.

Feng Xinzhi, who is only fifteen or sixteen years old, has a calm personality, and it is rare that he has not inherited his father's escape and sand sculpture.

"Mr. Dun asked me to ask you yesterday, are you still going to the Secret Service today? If you don't, he and Senior Jinghua won't be waiting for you."

Osamu Dazai held his chin, looked at Feng Xinzhi who was speaking solemnly with a smile in his eyes, and felt that his son was cute and cute.

Sensing the slight playfulness in Osamu Dazai's eyes, Feng Xinzhi glanced at him lightly, not wanting to argue on this point.

"Dun Jun, you have already left your teacher."

The implication is that he doesn't want to go to work at all.

Feng Xinzhi looked at Osamu Dazai, who was just trying to be lazy, and acquiesced to his approach without saying anything.

"Well, I'll tell Mr. Dun later."

When he was washing the dishes after eating, he seemed to have thought of something, looked back at Osamu Dazai who was lazily lying on the sofa and didn't want to move, and asked.

"Today I'm going to Mr. Natsume and Mr. Fukuzawa, shouldn't you go?"

Thinking of his father's attitude of avoiding Mr. Natsume if he could, Feng Xinzhi didn't think he would go to see Mr. Natsume with him.

Sure enough, when he heard that he was going to visit Natsume Soseki, Osamu Dazai immediately shook his head like a rattle, expressing that he did not want to see this senior.

Feng Xinzhi wiped his hands and looked at the time.

"Then I'll make lunch and put it in the incubator after a while. If it's too cold, you can heat it yourself."

His cold gaze swept over Dazai Osamu who was slumped on the sofa like a salted fish, and he continued to speak only after receiving a soft response from the other party.

"Also, mother should be free an hour before lunch and between two and four in the afternoon."

In order not to be boring, you can call to contact.

Feng Xinzhi chose the free time to avoid being complained by Mr. Ango or Mr. Kitamura as much as possible, and perfectly prepared a strategy for talking on the phone for his father.

Osamu Dazai, who was warmed by the thickened padded jacket, rolled a few laps on the sofa, and happily agreed, thinking that Zhijun's appearance was super cute.

Fortunately, he didn't inherit his bad personality, and he was taught very well by Yano, Mr. Natsume and others, so he didn't need to worry about it at all.

As the object of concern, Osamu Dazai didn't feel embarrassed at all, he was so shameless that he felt at ease.

After finishing the most troublesome things, Feng Xinzhi looked at the schedule and completed them one by one in an orderly manner.

in the afternoon.

Feng Xinzhi, who had just left Natsume's house, went to the dessert house to buy a bag of desserts, and then went to Mr. Fukuzawa's house.

A few days ago, Mr. Ranpo was about to quietly hold him and say something when he was interrupted by Mr. Fukuzawa.

It should refer to the new desserts from this dessert house, right?

Although Mr. Fukuzawa ordered Mr. Ranpo not to eat more sweets because of his toothache, but he came to visit with desserts, so he should be relieved.

Sure enough, Mr. Fukuzawa acquiesced.

Mr. Ranpo, whose face has not changed much over the years, gently held the dessert, and glanced at Mr. Fukuzawa secretly with his emerald green eyes.

After coming to the conclusion that he would not be scolded, Luanbu immediately began to eat, for fear that he would not eat if he moved too slowly.

He broke off a piece and stuffed it into Feng Xinzhi's hand. He opened his eyes wide and wanted to hint that he would continue next time, when he heard Mr. Fukuzawa coughing.

Ranbu immediately hugged the dessert obediently, not daring to make unnecessary movements, and even hid behind Feng Xinzhi, trying to reduce his sense of existence.

"Good afternoon, teacher."

Before Mr. Fuzawa could say a few words about Mr. Ranpo, Feng Xinzhi immediately diverted his attention.

Mr. Fukuzawa paused for a moment, and then stopped pursuing it.

His gray-green eyes were extremely solemn and quiet, the expression on his face was cold and dignified, his momentum was calm but sharp.

"Follow me to the Sword Dojo."

After finishing speaking, he left with a flick of his sleeves, regardless of the two people behind him.

Luanbu poked his head out from behind Feng Xinzhi, took a look at the dessert that he had only eaten two mouthfuls of and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Huh, fortunately the president is not angry."

Although it looks very serious, it is born, otherwise it would not be a complete cat-hating physique.

After Feng Xinzhi said a few words to Mr. Ranpo, he went to change into his kendo uniform, and began to train with Mr. Fuzawa.

Mr. Fukuzawa is his fencing instructor.

Although Mr. Fudi and Mr. Tiechang are also counted, but for some unspeakable reasons, the mother rejected Mr. Fudi, and the father rejected Mr. Tiechang.

In the end, Mr. Fukuzawa took over his fencing instruction.

After nearly ten years of training, Feng Xinzhi reckoned that his strength should be one-third of that of Mr. Fuzawa at his peak.

Although it sounds like a small amount, this result is not bad in his opinion.

Looking at Mr. Fukuzawa's calm and majestic aura like a towering mountain, Feng Xinzhi calmed down and didn't dare to be careless.

The shadows of swords and swords leaped out of the kendo field, and the piercing sound of metal collisions could be heard endlessly.

Training lasted all afternoon.

During this period, what Feng Xinzhi didn't know was that Mr. Ranpo received a call from his father Osamu Dazai.

"Ranpo-san, when will Zhi-kun come back~"

From the ups and downs of the tone of the voice, one can fully hear the other party's showing-off emotion, and he immediately hung up the phone with a blank look.

Looking at the qaq expression quickly sent by Osamu Dazai, Luanbu didn't feel that his actions were wrong at all.

He groaned, feeling that a trash like Osamu Dazai would not be able to live such a leisurely life without the care of Fuxin Yano and Feng Xinzhi.

Oh, he was referring to life care.

The meaning of this call is clear, isn't it?

Luanbu took a look at the sword dojo, and found that the training was going on vigorously, and it would not end for a while.

So, with peace of mind, Luanbu forgot to tell Feng Xinzhi that there was still an old father waiting for him to go back to feed him.

Feng Xinzhi, who got high by accident, finished the training, glanced at the darkened sky outside, blinked his kite-colored eyes, and remained silent for a while.

Wuhu, I forgot to go home and make dinner.

He immediately bid farewell to Mr. Fukuzawa and Mr. Ranpo, and hurried home.

Of course, as expected, he saw his father lying on the sofa starving into a puddle of cat cake.

Feng Xinzhi glanced at the little lunch left on the table, and handed over the supper he just bought with a little thought.

Well, the lower limit of his cognition has been refreshed again, father.