The strongest supplier in Yokohama

The life of retrieving memories seems to be no different from the past.

Yokohama rested his chin in boredom, controlled the pen holder to slide on the notebook, and the full dark ink swelled on the thick white soft paper.

He is continuing to write the unfinished story, and the floating pen is spreading out the memories buried in Yokohama's memory little by little, while Yokohama himself is sitting cross-legged on the cushion, splitting half of his thoughts and starting to empty his mind.

Outside the window, the ginkgo leaves are brilliant yellow, the maple leaves are dyed red, the fiery cloud-like color meets the golden color, the cool autumn wind blows past, trembles, and the rays of the sun intertwine with gold and jade. This is a visual feast.

The current Yokohama is the best scene he imagined.

His creatures have a life they can control, a comfortable environment, and independent development...

Yokohama sighed, such a city was a beautiful scene that he could never imagine, but when he got it all, he always felt that something was missing.

It's like a feather floating in the air, spinning and falling.

The air with nowhere to rely on made him flustered, but no matter how hard he tried to go down, he still couldn't reach the point that made him feel at ease. He seemed to have lost his nest where he could dock.

When there was no one around, Yokohama suddenly tilted his head, and then opened the door.

There was no one at the door, but many people came out in twos and threes.

Their stances are very ingenious. There is one wave for the port Mafia, one wave for the Armed Detective Agency, and another wave for the Special Forces Division.

They were far apart from each other, and many people had awkward expressions on their faces. When they saw Yokohama coming down, they all concealed the awkwardness, but put on a well-behaved and friendly face.

"You sauce, good afternoon"

"Master Kanagawa, this is our latest product, please take a look."

"Master Yokohama, please give me your advice when we meet for the first time."

Each of the three waves has a different name. The Armed Detective Agency are all familiar faces, and the port Mafia has also met a few times. In addition to the team leader, the special agent department with different abilities has a different name each time. People, as if they just came here to catch acquaintance.

Yokohama looked at them amusedly as they glared and looked at each other warily. From his perspective, it was a group of chickens with yellow fluff pecking at each other.

These people would come over every other day, sometimes with some small gifts, sometimes with wagashi and small pastries that creatures like to eat, and sometimes even with some books.

Well, how should I put it, to some extent it is like caring for empty nesters, or a rich empty nester.

Yokohama has never been angry even with their secret temptations, and Yokohama has never taken the little temptations of his creations to heart.

In other words, he was actually quite happy to see them coming.

Only this time... Yokohama still didn't see that conspicuous ocher red hair. Since a week ago, he was no longer just Yu Kanagawa, and he never saw Chuya Nakahara again.

"Chu... Where is Chuya Hara?" The name is the shortest mantra, Yokohama hesitated for a while, but still didn't say the word Chuya.

A few short unuttered sounds rolled between the lips and tongue, unfamiliar but familiar.

"Ah, Yu-chan, ask Shuya Chuya, he has been drunk at the bar for several days~ That guy, he looks so drunk." Osamu Dazai laughed exaggeratedly when he thought of that scene, his slender body Legs up on the table,

To some extent, he has figured out the bottom line of Yokohama. As long as it doesn't touch the principled issue, this land is more indulgent to them than when they were human beings.

Because of his great strength and the mind of a god, even if he disobeys him, Yokohama will accept it with a good temper.

But...it's terrible. This feeling, Osamu Dazai suppressed the uncontrollable emotions in his heart, and secretly sighed:

Wanting to dedicate to the gods, wanting to get the attention of the gods, even an occasional glance is enough to get great satisfaction, is this the emotion that a creature can never refuse to a god?

Among the people here, what they have in their hearts is whether to find out the bottom line of Yokohama and gain Yokohama's trust, or is it purely to get close to Yokohama.

"It's so rude! How can you put your feet on the table in front of Yokohama-sama!" The members of the Special Affairs Division of Abilities blushed with anger, and loudly reprimanded Osamu Dazai for his presumptuous behavior.

Speaking of it, even among them, the evaluation of Chuya Nakahara is very complicated. On the one hand, he thinks that he is not worthy of Master Yokohama. Also really unlucky.

Yokohama smiled indulgently. He is not an old-school god who must sit upright. Even if these chicks come with high cross legs, He will smile and applaud and say that he is in good health.

But, speaking of it... "Osamu Dazai, you have to tell Chuya Nakahara that drinking too much alcohol will hurt your body and bad for your stomach." Yokohama earnestly enjoined him to be friends with Chuya Nakahara in his memory Osamu Dazai.

Speaking of which, who invented wine?Yokohama recalled in his heart that in the original world, he did not create such a drink that would hurt his body.

Thinking about Yokohama, he was not at ease, he waved his finger, and a small glass bottle was silently added to Dazai Osamu's hand. He touched the round and smooth touch in his hand, and raised his eyebrows silently.

Oh, it seems that Yokohama is not bad for Chuya.

Yokohama glanced at Dazai Osamu's expression, he was confident and confident, without the slightest guilty conscience, Nakahara was his creation after all, and helped him many times during his growth, so it's okay to take care of him now.

Yokohama felt that it was necessary to make up for this hurt young man for this creature who was suddenly forced to break off his relationship.

In the lupin bar, Zhongya Nakahara was sitting on the bar counter, staring at the front with confused eyes, and then drank the liquid in the glass in one gulp.

His eyes were black and blue, and since he left that day, he has never slept peacefully again. After closing his eyes, a painless pain like maggots attached to the bones will spread along his limbs and bones. , The heart is icy cold, as if the breath is about to freeze.

Forced himself to complete the free time of daily tasks, he will come here, sitting in the seat where Xiaoyou sat last time, but his mind is empty, it is getting late, and the sky is covered with cold gray, Exactly the same as the previous scene.

The last time he sat here was when he bid farewell to Xiaoyou. He hugged the drunk Xiaoyou and left, full of joy.But this time, he was sitting here alone, unable to bear the blooming and dying love.

The relationship between them is like a long stream of water, nurturing the most beautiful and delicate flower buds to full bloom little by little. However, when the flowers are in full bloom, it is also the time when the flowers wither.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I haven't seen you for a few days, Chuya, you've become ugly." A teasing voice with a familiar frivolous tone came from behind.

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't raise his head, nor did he answer the phone. This was during non-working hours, and he really didn't have the energy to deal with this sworn enemy and partner who used to make him jump.

A familiar glass bottle suddenly appeared in his sight. Osamu Dazai flashed past Chuya Nakahara holding the healing potion, "What a pity, Yu-chan asked me to bring this to you."

Hearing the name engraved in his heart, Zhongyuan Zhong also focused his unfocused eyes, and the slack blue focused again, "Xiaoyou?"

"Yeah, what, little dwarf, are you giving up?" Osamu Dazai laughed unceremoniously, "If you can only squat here and drink tea, I advise you to give up early, I think everyone agrees." happy to."

"Ah? Are you kidding me?" Zhong Yuanzhong also turned around, the depths of his eyes were clear, and a raging flame was burning.

"This kind of thing, Xiaoyou's choice, of course, will always be me." Under the dim light, the cobalt blue pupils were shining brightly.

It's just, once again, chasing with all my might.

Tsk, not bad, I thought I needed some encouragement.Osamu Dazai threw the medicine bottle over, put his hands in his pockets and urged, "Go, go, don't block me and Odasaku from drinking!"

Osamu Dazai squatted skillfully, dodging Chuya Nakahara's sweeping legs, "Really, a dwarf who only knows how to drink tea will not grow taller."

"The Yokohama law stipulates that people under the age of 20 cannot drink alcohol." Chuya Nakahara remembers this very firmly.

Zhong Yuanzhong also walked out of the bar, the bell rang softly, and the wind vaguely brought a sentence, "Thank you."

At the next party, Yokohama accidentally saw that gorgeous ochre-red hair, like maple leaves in late autumn.

Well, it's pretty nice.

"Xiaoyou, I'm here," Zhong Yuanzhong said with a smile as he looked at him.

For some reason, Yu Kanagawa felt that the falling feather finally fell to the ground lightly.

Reassuring and warm.

In the following time, every time I glanced at Yokohama, I couldn't help but be attracted by Nakahara Chuya's brilliant hair color.

Yokohama didn't think there was anything wrong: among the black hair, red hair was more attractive.

Then Yokohama accidentally discovered that Nakahara Chuya's eyes were also the most beautiful he had ever seen.

Bright with a bit of deep blue, just like the blue sea next to Yokohama, with blue waves rippling.

In this way, Yokohama couldn't help being attracted by Chuya Nakahara every time his eyes swept across the crowd.

The lip color is also good-looking, neither light nor deep, the lip shape is perfect, the curve is exquisite, the waist is also very thin, flexible and strong...

After time and time again, Yokohama couldn't help but turn his gaze to Chuya Nakahara, and finally admitted:

Sure enough, the Central Plains is also his most perfect creation, every point is just right, in the state he likes most.

The feelings buried deep in the heart can be continuously fermented, just like a pot of wine, it is just plain at first, but as time goes on, the hidden aroma of the wine becomes more and more attractive.