Life is on me [Comprehensive]

So today's topic is...

What's the best way to relieve headaches besides sleeping?

"At least not a cup of coffee, even if you choose a latte."

"...So that's why you're trying to perfuse customers with a cup of hot milk?"

The girl with long silver-white hair hanging behind her slowly got up from the table, and looked at the waiter beside her with half-opened eyes.

In the past, she either tied her ponytail with a beautiful ribbon, or at least the tail was deliberately curled up by her so exquisitely. Today... it can only be said to be above the passing line. At least she combed it, but it is still a little messy and still A few stick up.

"If it was someone else, at least I would ridicule her for overindulging in sex. Seeing you can only make me feel like a boudoir bride who has been put away for a night when her husband didn't come home with a hangover."

Rin turned her head and glanced at the waiter next to him who put the cup of hot milk in front of her eyes.

"Did you borrow books from the library opposite just to use them as pillows? What is this, a collection of poems? You still read collections of poems...and in the original language? Dear, do you need to learn so many languages ​​to be a wife?"

Rin looked at the book she had taken away, and silently pressed the book in his hand.

"Foreign languages... are not needed for marriage, but for survival."

"...I always feel that saying the word 'survival' from a high school student age makes me inexplicably complicated and embarrassing, but do you really not go home to sleep if you want to sleep?"

"No." Rin shook his head, looked at the street outside the glass window, his eyes were flat, "I don't want to go back."

...Yes, she told Mr. Nakahara that she wanted to stay at home, but in fact she didn't have much time at home... wanted to stay at home, but actually she just wanted to stay at home with him.

One is locked in the house, playing music with earphones on, playing games in silence without thinking about anything, as long as Mr. Zhongyuan doesn’t contact her, she doesn’t even need to think about ingredients and recipes when she comes back. taste.

Her headache this time...was just because she helped Mr. Nakahara deal with some troubles, and in addition to Yokohama, she didn't even have much time to deal with "funeral affairs", and she just slipped away when others noticed it. Where those who do their own dirty work don't pick any serious places...

"Go get some rest."

Rin nodded, raised his hand and drank the cup of hot milk she gave him, calmed down, and then fell asleep on his stomach, with the book on his pillow, and with the heavy breath wafting from the pages inadvertently, he settled down his thoughts.

She wasn't asleep.

Let alone an assassin outside, he usually sleeps lightly at home, but it is not difficult to relax.

Unlike the Ferris wheel bomb incident she experienced in the playground, she didn't resist because of the accident that happened in the coffee shop last time, but because she especially liked the coffee aroma mixed with milk in the coffee shop.

Coffee may not taste good, but it must smell good.

At least Rin would feel a little more at ease.

……

Wearing a jacket with a very faint smell of gunpowder that has not been blown away by the wind, and a perfume mixed with bitter orange, which still retains its warmth, it is put on Rin's back, and the silver-haired girl is lying on the wooden table His eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes.

"My portion of the best in this world will from your hands."

The red-haired young man took a book out of the book under her wrist and read it lazily.

"such was your promise." Rin took out a hand, put it under his face, and took it.

"I walk my own willful way till my very folly tempts you to my door."

"For I..."

"Okay." Zhong Yuanzhong also closed the book with a "snap", and pressed the corner of the book against her forehead, "I almost missed it. Fortunately, you slept on the side...why don't you go back to sleep?"

"I wanted coffee and the waiter gave me a glass of milk."

Not far away, the waiter who ate a wave of dog food inexplicably raised his eyebrows and stared at her calmly, then turned around and continued working.

"coffee?"

"I was wrong."

Seeing Nakahara Chuya's forehead twitch, Rin reacted immediately and decisively put his hands together and admitted his mistake obediently. His reaction speed can be said to be top-notch in the world of survival desire, and no one can control it in an instant.

"So why didn't you tell me you were uncomfortable?"

"Because...Mr. Zhongyuan is working, and I don't want to add unnecessary troubles to you... It hurts!"

Rin's forehead was suddenly flicked with a finger, and he quickly covered the position and looked at Nakahara Chuya complainingly.

"Is it troublesome? It's not up to you to decide whether it's troublesome? Send me a message. If you go to the hospital later, I don't know what to do?"

"No... I'm not going to the hospital, in any sense."

"It's up to you to decide."

After being silent for a few seconds, Rin frowned subtly: "Mr. Zhongyuan, are you a gangster in which era?"

"Huh? You're right." Zhong Yuanzhong also slowly pulled a smile, vaguely oppressive and ferocious, and pointed a finger at her from the hand holding the book, "I'm your... Or, now, come home with me, immediately, immediately."

Rin: "I know...but." She paused and smiled.

"Mr. Zhongyuan can see me when he is running around and come to pick me up, I am very happy."

Zhong Yuan was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly looked away, turned sideways and covered his face with his hands in black leather gloves.

"Okay, let's go."

"Yes Yes."

……

"Speaking of which, do you need this kind of book for teaching?" Zhongyuan Zhong also flipped through the book strangely, looked at the label on the back, confirmed that it was borrowed from the library, sat on the sofa and looked at You Rin started to get busy.

Just now on the road, she forced her to buy ingredients and said that she wanted to research new seasonings... The self-willedness of tossing around at home despite not looking energetic is probably irreversible.

"Ah? No, that... how should I put it, I'll be sleepy just looking at it, and then it's logical to use it as a pillow." Rin said sincerely while peeling the garlic and turning his head to look over.

Nakahara Chuya: "...Although I really want to say that you are reckless, but a book is indeed... No, next time I will sleep at home with a decent pillow."

"I'll keep an eye out for—"

"By the way... wait, what are you watching? Cooking animation?" Nakahara Nakaya was originally looking at her hand, but his eyes suddenly turned away, and fell on the mobile phone screen on the table not far behind her.

Rin blinked: "Ah, I was discovered."

"Don't tell me you are cooking according to animation?!"

"Because it's fun?"

"No, I don't think it's normal in various senses. You can calm down and think about whether the food made according to the animation is really edible?" Zhongyuan Zhong also clasped the book on the table with his backhand and stood up, clasping his hands together. On Rin's shoulder, his tone was a bit heavy.

Rin said "Oh..." and looked thoughtfully up and down at Nakahara Chuya's expression.

"Could it be that your colleague is the type who can't cook and will poison people to death if he is not careful?"

"..."

"It seems that I'm right... But why can't Mr. Nakahara trust me more?" Rin showed a little troubled look, "Anyway, I still understand the basics of cooking, and as a qualified person |My wife and I will not give Mr. Nakahara the food that cannot be eaten, right?"

Makes sense.

Although I don't know what the basic method of cooking is, Nakahara Chuya's expression was relieved for a while, and then he remembered that she did have an inhuman talent for cooking, and most of the food was cooked quite well, so he let out a sigh of relief .

"Okay, okay, just sit and wait outside, Mr. Zhongyuan. If you want to drink, I can also make an extra appetizer."

"No... I won't drink today." Zhong Yuan Zhong also supported his forehead, "You can do whatever you want... Speaking of which, I am very concerned about one thing."

His eyes suddenly changed, and he fixedly looked at Rin with a puzzled expression.

"That day, just... that, the night you sent me a message to go to Tokyo, I called you..."

"Well, yes... um? Mr. Nakahara, don't you remember?" Rin raised his eyes and asked knowingly.

"No, it's just a little vague, but I still know it in general."

……how to say.

When Mr. Nakahara was lying, he was on par with a certain detective in Mihua Town, Tokyo next door.

Too fake.

"Eh? Is that so, tell me you like it once a day and remember?"

"...!!!" Zhong Yuanzhong unconsciously opened his eyes wide, showing the fact that he hadn't remembered the incident perfectly, then forcefully suppressed the shock, and nodded slowly, "I... Know."

No, although this kind of thing is a bit embarrassing, it's okay to say that it's not a big deal...how to put it, he subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he didn't say anything that shouldn't be said. He was sober and had a headache the next day and was stunned when he saw the phone call he made.

Who knows what he was thinking when he was drunk.

Blank.

Rin looked at his face, and when he fell into self-doubt thinking, he turned around and cut the garlic into small pieces, and when Nakahara felt that she was immersed in the world of learning animation cooking, she suddenly made a sound.

"I lied to you - not every day, I just wanted to hear Mr. Zhongyuan say he likes me again... when I was sober." She said and hooked the corner of her mouth.

"However, when I went to watch the sunset later, Mr. Zhongyuan had fulfilled my wish, so I didn't mention it. After all, it's not a big deal."

"...For I have your promise that my portion of the best in this world will from your hands."

Ⅱ

"Huh? Rin?"

"Ah...it's Oda-kun."

A silver-haired girl in a neat black and white bartender uniform is sitting with her legs crossed at the counter and biting a straw. The glass in front of her is filled with a black beverage that looks more like soda than alcohol. Time stunned.

"Are you here... a part-time job? Is it okay if you go back too late?"

"It's okay? I just come here to help out every now and then, and the boss pays me on time."

"Hey, do you need help here?" Oda Sakunosuke looked blankly at the shop owner who twitched his mouth when he heard his words.

"Oda, although my place is indeed small and deserted, the food cooked by Xiao Lin is really delicious, and even if paid by the hour, it is cheaper than takeaway and tastes better..."

"I see...then I want to eat curry rice."

"...No, sometimes I really wish you could complain, and don't you think it's weird to eat curry at the bar?"

"No...and I'm really hungry, can you make more, I can take it back..."

"Okay, little Rin, let's go... I ordered food at the bar and wanted to take it away... Tsk." The shop owner held his forehead and raised his hand to beckon to Rin who had consciously jumped off the chair on the other side.

"learn!"

After a while, it seemed to be raining outside. When Rin put the curry and rice on the plate in front of Oda Sakunosuke, a young man in a brown suit and round glasses on his face came down the stairs. He looked tired, twitched his mouth when he saw Oda Sakunosuke holding a spoon, and looked around.

"Odasaku...there's no doubt about this bar, right?"

"Yes."

"Do you eat curry at the bar..."

"It's delicious, would you like some?"

"...Although I really want to refuse, but I'm really hungry, please give me a thank you too."

"Ango, did you just finish work?"

"No... It's not so much about finishing work as it is about taking a short break before the next life-threatening call." Sakaguchi Ango showed a subtle smile that was about to ascend to heaven.

"Here, please." Rin changed hands and put a plate of curry with white rice in front of the young man who was written all over his face that he was half a breath away from karoshi.

"Really, I was going to ask Xiao Lin to cook fried rice for me." The shop owner rested his chin on his hands, watching them with half-moon eyes.

"...Hmm..." Ango Sakaguchi picked up the spoon and took a bite... for a moment, he felt as if a thread had broken in his brain, and then he looked up at the silver-haired girl standing next to the shop owner with a helpless smile as if thinking of something , "Is your name 'Rin'?"

"Yes, I'm here to help temporarily... Let me introduce myself, I'm Rin, Rin Nakahara." Rin blinked, put his hands on his chest, and said with a smile.

Sakaguchi Ango: "..."

"……………………"

"………………………………ah."

"So, so it's Mr. Chuya's...wife, wife..." Sakaguchi Ango supported his forehead, and said this sentence like a stumbling, hesitant and doubtful life.

"Yes." Rin nodded, clearly affirming his words.

Sakaguchi Ango's face darkened again, and his eyes wandered: "So what are they doing in the United States...Why can they figure out a way to get Mr. Chuya to marry to solve some of the things...Is it because they are out of their minds or I don't know. It's normal, but this method is weird no matter how you think about it? Even if Mrs. Laurelley does have a special hobby, she doesn't have to marry Mr. Chuya, right? Isn't it okay to forge a fake certificate? Anyway, why is it Mr. Chuya... ...he's only 18?!"

Oda Sakunosuke: "Ango?"

"No, no, I'm fine... To be precise, I have a bit of a headache but not to the point of passing out."

"Ah, I'm sorry, I have no complaints against you... Wait, how old are you?" He adjusted his glasses.

"16."

"... Two people who have just reached the legal age of marriage in Japan got married." Ango Sakaguchi smiled with a bit of enlightenment, "Isn't it really good, 21st century."

"Calm down a little bit, Mr. Ango... please allow me to call you like this." Rin sighed, "I can't answer you specifically, but I did choose Mr. Nakahara, and finally the problem was solved as you wished, so Isn't it all right?"

"That's the problem." Ango Sakaguchi said that he was very calm, "You are still maintaining a normal marriage relationship, but how did you solve Mrs. Laurelai..."

"Because I know her, it's an old acquaintance."

Ango Sakaguchi hit the nail on the head: "In other words, you and Mr. Chuya didn't have to get married."

Rin raised his eyebrows noncommittally: "Um..."

"Oda Saku told me earlier that he had a friend who got married, and he was talking about you. What is your purpose?"

"...Purpose?" Rin opened his eyes slightly, as if he was a little surprised, and then smiled a little, "I helped Gang Hei to complete your mission, and now I am still staying in Yokohama as Mr. Nakahara's wife. If there are plots against Hong Kong gangsters, will they do nothing?"

"If you're sitting on the sidelines and biding your time."

"It's reasonable...but then I can make it clear." Rin nodded happily, "I covet Mr. Zhongyuan, including every part of his appearance and spirit."

Sakaguchi Ango: "..."

No such unexpected and reasonable answer made him speechless for a moment.

"And..." She prolonged her voice slightly, raised her chin, her eyes seemed to be able to understand people's hearts, "In the final analysis, what Mr. Anwu wants to ask is really Hong Kong gangsters?"

Sakaguchi Ango frowned, looked at Rin suspiciously, and sighed.

"Sorry, I overstepped the rules, I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Rin nodded, "As long as it doesn't interfere with my happy married life with Mr. Zhongyuan, I have no objections."

Sakaguchi Ango: "..."

"Ah, speaking of which, Dazai has a mission today, right?"

"Hey! Odasaku, why are you almost finished eating!"

"Because you've been talking, Ango."

"...well, well, it's my problem."

"Yes, Mr. Nakahara told me before going out that he would go out with a very annoying person, and asked me to prepare wine for him to drink when he comes back." Rin nodded, "It should be Mr. Dazai."

"...Obviously a killer but now he has become a wife|wife, this gap." Ango Sakaguchi pressed his head, "...wait, if you put it this way..." That strong dissonance that lingered in his head from the very beginning Sensation finally opened the door.

"Does Mr. Nakaya know that you are a killer?"

"How is it possible?" Rin waved his hand, with a helpless smile of "what are you thinking?"

Ango Sakaguchi had a blank expression.

So... In the end, which side is the fraudulent marriage?This is the responsibility of both parties, right? ? ?

This is probably a mystery.

No... At least it is better than many people in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang who still think that they are brother and sister.

...it feels even more pathetic.

"It's almost time, I should go home and get ready." Rin looked at the watch in her hand, nodded to the store manager, then turned around and went into the inner room. In about a minute, she was already wearing her daily skirt to pick up the clothes. Came out with a dark blue umbrella, waved at Oda Sakunosuke, and ran up the stairs briskly.

"Odasaku."

"Ok?"

"You're right, she cooks...really good food."

"Yes."

……

Rin returned home and took a shower, put on a soft nightgown, dried her hair to sixty percent dry and wrapped it with a ribbon, and turned on the TV, curled up on the sofa and played games without turning on the light.

As a result, she became more and more sleepy, until she could barely keep her eyes open, she yawned in a daze, and suddenly heard the sound of the door opening, then she quickly stood up from the sofa reflexively, and ran to the At the door, the sentence: "Central Plains..." Before she finished speaking, she was silently held down by one shoulder and turned around, with her back turned to him, and she was pushed against the wall.

"Well…?"

Rin lowered his eyes, the light at the entrance hadn't been turned on, it was dark, only the light from the TV leaking from the living room could barely see.

The front half of her body was pressed against the cool wall, and half of her cheek was also pressed, but the young man with red hair who held her wrist behind his back and pressed her against the wall moved very lightly, which didn't make her feel any discomfort.

Nakahara Chuya's body was still wet, and his curly hair was still dripping water. He was pressed against the side of Rin's neck, so that the water dripped down on her collarbone and slid down.

He gasped for breath, seemed a little anxious, but forcibly held back, just hugging the warm, somewhat sleepy girl in his arms, and didn't want her to see his current appearance.

in the darkness.

Rin didn't feel anything, she waited for a while before speaking again.

"Mr. Zhongyuan... Do you want to take a bath? If you continue like this, you will catch a cold. I heated the milk... Maybe you are not used to it, but it's better not to drink iced ones right now."

Nakahara Chuya loosened his hand, allowing Rin's hand to come down from the wall...and then he was still holding it.

Her voice was very soft, as light as the wind blowing, and the strong wind and rain outside the house were isolated.

"Hmm..." Zhong Yuanzhong also responded with a muffled voice, and then said abruptly, "I have colleagues... who were injured, and I failed to protect them well."

"Even if you try your best, you still can't do it well?"

"Ah."

"Then just try harder."

"……Um."

Zhong Yuanzhong also wrapped his arms around her waist and responded.

Rin raised his hand to cover the hand he was holding her, and bit by bit he tore off his glove with a little bit of rain, from the wrist to the fingers, and then touched the knuckle-knotted, even somewhat hot hand underneath, Then fingers interlocked.

At the beginning, through the clothes, Rin felt that he was warmer than Zhongyuan when he came back half drenched in the rain, but now he feels... not like this.

The moment he was so hot that Rin was almost scalded, she paused for a moment before holding it.

You see, compared to him...

Rin is much colder.

She narrowed her eyes, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised in a smile.

"Rin...that's great." Nakahara Zhong also suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, that's great, Mr. Nakahara."

Rin rubbed against his cheek, her voice was so gentle that it seemed like silk thread penetrated into the skin and wound into the heart.

It's been great meeting you.

It would be great to marry you.

It's great that you like it.

……

Everything is good.

It's great to have everything you have right now.