Miss Izumi

Speeding all the way.

When the car stopped on the side of the road, Quan was still dizzy, and he didn't recover for a long time.

Zhong Yuanzhong also yelled several times, but he didn't respond.

Helpless, he had no choice but to do it himself, first took off Quan's helmet, then wrapped his hands around his waist like a child, "picked" him off the car and put him on the ground.

Quan let him play with him like a doll, but his feet didn't feel real when they landed on the ground.

Nakahara Nakaya waved his hand in front of his eyes, Quan blinked, and finally came back to his senses.

He patted Nakahara Chuya's hand away, took a closer look, and found that they were standing in front of a flower shop.

flower shop?

What are you doing here?

Before Quan could ask any questions, Zhong Yuanzhong led him into the shop and asked the proprietress to wrap a bunch of flowers for him.

Seeing that the two of them behaved intimately, the proprietress's first reaction was to get a red rose.

"No, no!" Nakahara Chuya realized that he hadn't spoken clearly.

Quan and the proprietress looked at him in unison.

"It's flowers for sweeping graves."

Huh?

Quan felt a little surprised.

"Ah! I'm so sorry..." The proprietress quickly apologized, then neatly wrapped the flowers and handed them to Chuya Zhongyuan.

Although Quan was puzzled, Zhong Yuanzhong didn't say anything, he didn't ask, and followed him quietly all the time, very well-behaved.

After they came out of the flower shop, they didn't ride motorcycles anymore.Holding the flower in one hand and the spring in the other, Zhongyuan Zhongye took a familiar path, crossed the clump of trees, and came to the edge of the cliff.

It was the first time Quan came to this place.

Under the sunlight, the sea surface reflected sparkling waves.The waves washed over the cliff, "crash, clatter", one after another.The salty sea breeze blew over, and the branches and leaves of the trees and bushes rubbed against each other, making rustling sounds.

Their hair fluttered wildly in the wind.

Quan stretched out his hand to brush away the hair in front of his eyes, and followed Zhong Yuan Zhongya to a small tombstone.

He watched the other party put the plain bouquet in front of the tombstone, the wrapping paper and flower branches trembled slightly in the wind, as if greeting someone who was sleeping underground.

Although I don't know why Nakahara Chuya brought him here, but...

There are some things that cannot be justified.Therefore, there is no need to get to the bottom of everything.

If he can do this, will he be able to live more easily in the future?

Just like the cartoons he watched.For some simple and easy-to-understand principles, he just wants to make the problem detailed and complicated.For example, one plus one equals two. He has to find out what is the definition of "one" and what is the definition of "two"... In this way, not only will he not get the answer he wants, but it will make things deviate from the topic and change the meaning of "two". more incomprehensible.

His biggest problem now is that he can't change his thinking that "everything needs to be calculated".Every action, every word and action must be accompanied by a reasonable reason, otherwise it will be superfluous and useless.

But in fact, in this world, how can every sneeze be given meaning and counted?It would be too hard to live like this.

Come to think of it, the goal of his action now is to return to the Ninja Continent and seek revenge from Uchiha Madara.But why would he give up the comfortable life of starting over in this world, and go to all the troubles to pursue an outcome whose chances of success are uncertain?

Because that's the world he's lived in for 19 years?

He is like a little bug that is trembling at the feet of a dragon and building a nest for itself.

The surroundings of the lair lead in all directions, and that is the way of life he prepared for himself... It can also be said to be a way of retreat.

For his own shelter, he dared not stop digging the road for a moment.However, the giant dragon above his head just moved his footsteps slightly, and his hard work was easily trampled on, and his way of life was also blocked.

He wanted to seek revenge from such a giant dragon, but he didn't dare to confront him head-on, so he could only secretly plot behind his back.

Whose tool should he use to poke the dragon's eyes blind?After that, whose hands should he use to cut off the pair of dragon claws that destroyed his shelter?

In the end, he got the result he wanted, so could it prove that he won?Won Uchiha Madara, one of the strongest in Ninja Continent?So he is also stronger than the stronger?The same level as Senjujuma, who defeated Uchiha Madara head-on?

How is that possible, stop kidding.

Maybe he will never live up to his mother's expectations and become a real strong man.

Because he was still the kind of guy his mother said he had done his best just to survive.

Should he... reconcile with himself?

The moment he had this thought, Quan suddenly felt a loosening of his shoulders.It seemed that the weight that had been pressing on him all this time, those invisible and intangible things disappeared silently.

When Nakahara Chuya turned his head, he saw Quan clasped his hands and closed his eyes, obviously remembering him.

It's just that Quan spent a long time thinking about it, and he didn't know the person under the tombstone at first.Zhong Yuanzhong also guessed that the kid was probably distracted.So he stretched out his hand, intending to poke his face and bring him back to God.

Unexpectedly, before his hand touched Quan's face, the latter suddenly opened his eyes and happened to meet Chuya Nakahara's gaze.

"...cough." Zhong Yuanzhong also felt embarrassed of being caught, and was about to withdraw his hand.Quan was the first to grab him, and held hands with him very naturally.

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at him, as if he saw the spring that had just recovered his memory that he saw in the ward.

The temperament is calm, like a bottomless sea.

The only difference is that the sense of distance that made him feel strange at the beginning disappeared.

Zhongyuan Zhong also took a look at Quan holding his hand, with a little force, separated his hand, and interlocked his fingers.

After sweeping the tomb, they found a shade tree and sat on the ground facing the sea.How comfortable the posture is, regardless of the dirt on the ground, and the eyes of others.

Quan even asked Zhongyuan Zhong for a cigarette.

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought that he just wanted to try, but who would have thought that this little bastard still looks good when he smokes.

The delicate eyebrows and eyes appear and disappear in the lingering smoke, ambiguous and indistinct, and the indifferent expression aggravates the sense of alienation that rejects people thousands of miles away.

Inexplicably, an idea suddenly came to Zhong Yuanzhong: This is Quan's real appearance.

But as he once said to Quan, no matter which side, it is just a part of Quan.

"I thought you didn't smoke?"

Nakahara Chuya put his hands behind his head and lay comfortably on the lawn.

"I know how to smoke, but this is the first time I have smoked a paper cigarette like this." Quan smiled at him, then stretched out his hand and made a gesture, describing, "You know the kind of thin and long tobacco rod that can be filled with shredded tobacco Is it? It’s the kind that is smoked in Huajie. I also have two maids who help me hold ashtrays and tobacco boxes.”

maid?

Zhongyuan Zhong also clicked his tongue.

Quan once briefly mentioned his past, but it was painful for him, so Zhong Yuanzhong never thought of asking.

I don't know what happened today, but Quan suddenly told him about his experience in Huajie.His tone is relaxed, and he picks out interesting things, as if he is telling other people's stories rather than his own.

Of course, some of the differences in time, space and age have been blurred by him, and he has not explained them in too much detail.After all, it is troublesome to explain, and they are all irrelevant things.

At that time, Quan was confined to Huajie, and what he could tell was either what happened around him or what others told him.The other people, apart from the wandering girls, were the men who often came to him.

Zhong Yuanzhong also listened and felt something was wrong.

Does this little bastard have so many suitors?

He unconsciously asked this question out of his mouth.Quan Nian Mie smoked a few puffs of cigarettes, and said with a smile: "At that time, there was an exaggerated saying that my suitors could line up from the store I was in all the way to Kyoto. Do you think there are many?"

"..." Zhong Yuan sat up, hooked Quan's neck, strangled him in his arms, and said angrily, "You're quite proud, aren't you?"

"This means you're not at a loss, right?" Quan moved his body a little, and found a comfortable position in Nakahara Nakaya's arms, so he couldn't get up.

"Is it a loss or not..." Zhongyuan Zhong also thought more and more, the more he felt uncomfortable, "Then you and them...have you ever..." Behavior like ours now?

Quan said unhurriedly: "What kind of sweet talk, what kind of cuddling, of course it is indispensable..."

Hi there!

The expressionless Nakahara also reached out to touch Izumi's itchy flesh.

Quan shivered greatly in response, and hurriedly pressed his hand, comforting him and said: "The task needs the task, and there is nothing more intimate than that!"

"Oh, really?"

"Really!" Quan said sincerely.

Zhong Yuanzhong also squinted his eyes, and didn't see any problems, so he let this topic go.

Quan and Zhongyuan Zhong also lay side by side on the lawn, blowing the sea breeze, watching the white clouds floating in the sky, and unconsciously fell asleep.

Just when he closed his eyes according to his will, he suddenly heard Nakahara Chuya say that bringing him here was entirely on a whim.It's as simple as eating rice and ramen for lunch in the past, but today I suddenly want to eat burgers for a different taste.

Quan: "..." Sure enough, he was right not to get to the bottom of it.

Although coming here is just a whim, but the object of grave sweeping is not chosen randomly.

Nakahara also introduced that that guy was called Lan Tang, the guy who brought him out of the endless darkness.

Like Izumi who once lost his memory, he doesn't have all the memories before a certain day.

He was only seven years old when Lan Tang released him from the dark military research institute.

Then he was picked up by a minor mutual aid group called "Yang".Until the age of 15, in order to find the truth related to his life experience, coupled with some special reasons, he had to join forces with the then enemy port mafia to investigate together.

"Sheep" thought he had betrayed the group and joined the port mafia.They teamed up with another rival group of the Port Mafia at the time to get him out.

After that, he joined the port mafia.

Zhong Yuanzhong also spoke vaguely in some places, but Quan easily guessed more details based on a general idea.

"It's just a simple investigation of your life experience, so you won't be allowed to join forces with a hostile organization?" Quan said "uh", guessing, "The Hong Kong gangsters must have used some means to threaten you at that time? For example, kidnapping two members of the 'sheep' or something The reason why I didn't mention it is because...the mastermind may be your current big boss?"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

"Besides, you're not the type to turn your head around and join a hostile organization... The reason why you were cheated by the 'sheep' should also be in the calculations of Hong Kong gangsters, right? In order to cheat you into Hong Kong gangsters, from the beginning of the cooperative investigation, they I have already dug a hole for you. So you have to join Hong Kong Hei...is that right?"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

"What's wrong? Am I wrong?" Quan looked at him innocently.

"……"all hit.

Zhong Yuanzhong also tugged at Quan's face depressedly: "You are the only one who is clever."

Quan smiled at him.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something: "That's right! How old are you now?"

"22, what?"

"You said just now...you don't have memories of before the age of seven, do you?"

"...?" Why did he have a bad premonition.

Sure enough, in the next second, he heard the little bastard say, "That means, if you count from consciousness, you are only 15 years old!"

"..."

Since he was talking cheerfully, Quan didn't notice at all, maybe he deliberately ignored the change in Nakahara Chuya's expression.

"Oh, if that's the case, then I'm older than you, you should call me brother..."

Zhongyuan Zhong also stood up and pinched Quan's face with one hand, and with a little force on his hand, he squeezed out a dick mouth for him.

With his back to the light, most of his face was shrouded in thick shadows, he smiled like a big villain who killed people without batting an eyelid.

"Huh? What brother? Who is brother? Why don't you say anything?"

Quan blinked, admitted decisively, and yelled inarticulately: "Brother, I was wrong! I was joking with you! You are not younger than me at all!"

Nakahara Chuya: "..." What seems strange?