Wenhao refuses to be touched

I went to ask Mr. Fukuzawa, and as soon as I asked, he responded readily, unable to tell what it was like, and there was a lot of words brewing in my heart before I had time to say it, feeling a little panicked.

Mr. Fukuzawa was a little puzzled, looked at Ranpo, and said with a smile, "In order to persuade Mr. Fukuzawa to accompany us to go shopping, my sister spent half an hour typing up drafts at home, and practiced various smiles in front of the mirror."

"...It doesn't have to be like this." Mr. Fuze covered his face, and I could see that he was speechless, "I was planning to go out today, and I need to buy something at home."

"Hey, what does Mr. Fukuzawa want to buy?" I hurriedly pulled away the random step, and pressed Dazai's dangling leg on my shoulder, fearing that he would accidentally kick Mr. Fukuzawa.

Although Dazai didn't say it directly, he didn't seem to like Mr. Fukuzawa very much.Similarly, I don't like Odasaku either. I guess the reason is that he doesn't like my elder whom I haven't met yet. Mr. Odasaku and Mr. Fukuzawa were blamed.

"The ink is used up, and there is still large paper for calligraphy." Mr. Fukuzawa said.

"Coincidentally, I also want to change the ink. Does Mr. Fukuzawa have any recommendations?"

Now that I have money, the quality of ink and fountain pens must be improved, and I have had enough of the pungent industrial smell of cheap ink.

Speaking of this, Mr. Fukuzawa is very thorough, and I was fascinated by it. A few times, I almost went astray.As for Dazai, he fell asleep as early as on the road. Mr. Fukuzawa wanted to pick up Dazai, but I held him in my arms after I declined.

Seeing Luanbu holding my hand, I gave a smirk. "Mr. Fukuzawa, can you please hold Ranpo-chan for me? Ranpo-chan also wants to try riding a big horse."

I've noticed it a long time ago. Every time Dazai sits on my shoulder and walks around, he will look away and sulk for a while, probably because he feels embarrassed to do so at his age.However, Ranpo looks much younger than his appearance. If Mr. Fukuzawa acts as a 'horse', Ranpo should be willing.

Sure enough, after Ranpo was awkward for a while, Mr. Chao Fukuzawa, who seemed helpless but happy, said: "Since it is the request of the wayward sister, Master Ranpo can't care about girls. Uncle Fukuzawa, don't treat me Throw it off."

Mr. Fukuzawa had a fierce face and a very intimidating aura. In fact, he had a good temper. After hesitating for a few seconds, he squatted on the ground, threw himself on his back happily, and sat on his shoulder.

Because the target bookstore is not far away, we walked there, and naturally received a lot of attention along the way, especially Luanbu also likes to probe his brains. If Mr. Fukuzawa hadn't had a quick eye and a quick hand, he would have turned down by himself.

The process of purchasing brushes and inks went smoothly. I bought the pen and ink recommended by Mr. Fukuzawa. The price is naturally expensive, and it is still within my acceptable range. I also bought a writing brush strongly recommended by Mr. Fukuzawa, which is a brush pen. , imported brushes from China.

The tip of the pen is also inlaid with a piece of polished broken jade, and the body of the pen is engraved with green bamboo, which looks very high-end and atmospheric.I asked the shopkeeper to wrap it carefully for me, and wanted to give it to Mr. Fukuzawa as a gift.

I spent a lot of time in the bookstore, and when I went out, I was clamoring to go to the bathroom. Mr. Fukuzawa could only take him to the built-in bathroom in the shopping mall opposite. We agreed to meet at the family restaurant on the first floor, so we could have lunch.

Today happened to be Saturday, and the family restaurant was overcrowded. I got my number and sat at the door waiting. There were only two tables in front of me, so I couldn't wait for long.Dazai woke up halfway, yawned and fell asleep again.

He has absorbed enough nutrition these days, so he has become extremely lethargic. I asked Mr. Takeuchi, who has a relative in the family who is a doctor, and the other party told him that this situation is normal, indicating that Dazai's body is developing.

Perhaps soon, Dazai will be able to grow tall and strong, equal to the stature of a normal ten-year-old child.It is early autumn now, the sun is not strong, and there is a short wind. I stand in the wind and secretly wonder why Ranbu and Mr. Fukuzawa are so slow.

When I was thinking about whether to call to remind me, I met a familiar person.I recognized the blond boy walking towards me at a glance. It was the kind-hearted boy who gave me the environmental bag last time. The other party obviously recognized me. What pursed his lips.

He held a child wrapped in a silk cloak in his arms, the other's face was covered under the wide hood, until the child noticed it and took off the hood to look over, the exposed face made me suffocate .

From the corner of the cloak, he was wearing the traditional dark purple Hanfu of the florist, and the hem of the clothes was embroidered with vivid cloud patterns with gold thread. However, this is not the most important thing, I think-this child is too beautiful! !

I once saw on TV an actor who was called the beautiful boy of the Western Century. He already had a peerless beauty like an elf with a glance of ten thousand years. However, the little boy in the arms of the kind boy was the extremely delicate beauty of pure Asian descent. .

With a face as white as jade carved from powdered jade, and black pupils as pure and clear as black pearls, the innate nobility in his brows cannot be concealed when he casually looks back. He is really as unattainable as a fairy in mythology A child who is free from vulgarity.

The little fairy boy who looked less than ten years old noticed me, he touched his long black hair tied with a lavender ribbon on his chest, and looked up at the kind boy who was hugging him.

The two of them walked towards me. At this time, I also noticed that the surrounding atmosphere became a little strange.I don't know when, a dozen or so figures gradually approached us, and the people next to me also dispersed one after another. The silent pressure made my senses dull.

"...Sister?" Dazai opened his eyes suddenly, he hugged my neck and asked hesitantly, staring warily at the two who were coming towards us.

"Who are you?" Dazai grabbed my sleeve tightly, his body was trembling slightly, I think Dazai may have felt the potential crisis around him more deeply than I did.

"Good day..." The blond boy ignored Dazai and greeted me instead.

"My name is Natsume Yin, thank you for the recycle bag you gave me last time, but it was a great help." I forced myself to be calm and relaxed, and hugged Dazai in my arms tightly, and gently clapped my hands Touching his back, comforting his increasingly stiff little body.

As long as I don't look at the face of that little fairy boy, I feel much more at ease, and I won't stutter.The blond boy paused and said, "My name is Ayatsuji Xingren. Miss Natsume can call me Ayatsuji."

"You are the Feiyin who caused a great uproar in the literary world recently?" Xiao Xiantong interrupted Ayatsuji's words. After he spoke, Ayatsuji's face became more dignified. Thinking deeply, the icy aura emanating from his body became even stronger.

I think there seems to be something wrong with the relationship between Ayatsuji and this little fairy boy.It seems that the child who is less than ten years old dominates the relationship between them. There seems to be a very close relationship, but there is also a certain alienation.

"Hey...do you know my pen name?" I was surprised that the kid called out my pen name all of a sudden, and I subconsciously used honorifics to him.

This little kid from his home country who obviously has a big background, I think he is a big guy I can't provoke.Whether it's the faint aura of a superior person on his body, or the seeming sense of oppression, I need to use 100% of my energy to deal with it.

The kid nodded. "I am He Lianxu, ranked ninth in the door." He introduced himself slowly, and suddenly changed to speak to me in the language of a flower grower.

[Miss Feiyin's novels are not only limited to Japan, but the domestic literary world is also quite a sensation. Nowadays, many people are asking about your origin. 】

I was influenced by him, and I also changed to answer in Zhonghua language with a southern accent. 【Is this like this?A little surprised...]

[Feiyin... Did you choose this pen name yourself? 】

[Yes, is there any question? 】

【no. 】He Lianxu raised the corners of his lips slightly, and his dark eyes were gradually stained with a smile, like the winter snow that has not completely melted in spring, with a little bit of coldness, which made me feel a chill run down my spine.

I can't explain clearly, I feel cold.I held Dazai's hand tighter, and I felt that there were strangers around us gradually surrounding us into a circle.I glanced vaguely, and these people should be He Lianxu's people, wearing a uniform black suit, but the collar of the shirt is embroidered with the same complex and classic pattern as the family emblem.

Why do you say they are from He Lianxu?Because a piece of white jade hanging around He Lianxu's neck was exposed under the cloak, and the same pattern was carved on the white jade thread passed through by a red thread.

Ayatsuji's clothes did not have this kind of embroidery.

He Lianxu felt very dangerous to me, so dangerous that I wanted to escape from here, but my legs were rooted and I couldn't move.

[Feiyin...] He Lianxu sighed slowly, [A senior sister I have never met is also named after Feiyin.Ah, Miss Natsume knows the meaning of 'character'. 】

It took me nearly a minute to react.Before the reform of the political system, when the flower growers were in the backward feudal period, men and women would hold a grand celebration banquet at the coming-of-age ceremony, and then the elders would give them characters.Is the senior sister in the other party's mouth also written?

[There is a respectable elder in the family who is good at divination and fortune-telling. In the early years, he predicted that his only disciple would be born 20 years later. Since then, he has been looking forward to it day and night, and he used 'Feiyin' as the character for the other party early on. Unfortunately... I have been looking forward to it for a long time. The senior sister who had been with me for 20 years died soon after taking her back. 】

I don't understand why he said such things to me. Could it be that the pen name I casually made him feel offended to that senior sister?

It doesn’t have to be like this, it’s a pseudonym, you can change it as soon as you want, as long as you don’t hurt me and my children.

【I do not understand what you mean. 】I bit the bullet and said so.

He Lianxu shook his head lightly. [I won't do anything, after all Xingrenjiang seems to like Miss Natsume very much. ] The smile on the corner of his mouth was thicker, but colder. [I just felt a little emotional when I heard the word Feiyin. My elders stayed behind closed doors after the death of my senior sister, ignoring ordinary things, and it has been 25 years. 】

He patted Ayatsuji's hand, Ayatsuji froze for a moment, and put him down gently.He tapped his toes lightly, and then a man in black came over and picked him up in time. He Lianxu sat on the arm of the man in black, just like he was sitting in Ayatsuji's arms just now.

The man in black nodded slightly to me, turned around and left, and Ayatsuji, who was about to follow up, was stopped by He Lianxu without looking back.

He Lianxu lifted the cloak, took out an exquisite doll, and threw it back casually. Ayatsuji caught the doll steadily, and heard the child's ruthless and cold words.

"Pedestrian sauce, go with her, I don't need you anymore."

An hour later, in the family restaurant, together with the autistic and depressed Ayatsuji squatting in the corner of the sofa seat, we finally waited for Mr. Fukuzawa who was belatedly arriving and sweating profusely.

Mr. Fukuzawa who had a dark face and ran towards me in a chaotic step, with a familiar expression of angrily about to complain, but when he was about to run in front of me, he stopped, pointed at Ayatsuji and stared down at me. call.

"Sister——! Why did you just pick up weird things and go home again! Ranpo-sama doesn't want such a scumbag to be a big brother!!"

I:……

What's the use of telling me, I'm also dumbfounded!I still haven't figured out what happened!Everyone is welcome, come and explain to me what's going on—! !