Social animals don't deserve love

"Blowing snow? I'm back."

Rantang, who became a quasi-cadre after the death of the old leader, moved out of the ordinary dormitory, and Yada Fubuki moved out with him.

Mori Ogai did not take back the order to "go to Lantang's side", she was happy to be sent away.

This can be regarded as one of the few remaining benevolence of the new leader.

As the person who was closest to the old leader, it was the Xiandai faction who wanted to use her to appease their anger.Only with the protection of a rising star like Lan Tang and the new leader downplaying the handling of these demands, can she live another half a year in peace.

——He could throw her out as a scapegoat, and let the old party that lost its leader vent at will, but the man who is only interested in profit did not do so.

I have to say that the last conscience of Mori Ogai's life is probably spent here.

After half a year of rest and recuperation, she looked like a healthy and normal girl except for her delayed height.Mr. Lan Tang is a good person, he does not reject her initiative to get close, but he can clearly distinguish the bottom line.

—She is not yet 17 years old.

The revised Marriage Law raises the age of marriage for women to 16 years old, and those who want to marry under the age of [-] must have a guardian to prove or write a letter of consent and sign it with a seal.

Her adoptive father is not a thing, and his opinions have no reference value.

It's not that Lantang is really upright, but people are different, and the bottom line standards are also different.He doesn't like to force women, and he has no "special" hobbies. The way he looks at minors is the way he looks at children, and he is more inclined to mature women than young girls.

Of course, when she grows up, he will have the patience.

The young man wearing thick plush earmuffs came back from the outside with a dessert. The girl put down the literature book in her hand and went up to take it away for him and took the coat he took off: "Has the temperature dropped? Your hands are cold." Terrific."

The air conditioner and heater were turned on in the room at the same time, and the temperature was very high. She was only wearing an ordinary dress.

"It's okay, but I don't know what's going on recently, and I'm especially afraid of the cold." He took off his earmuffs and hugged the petite girl in front of him: "What did you do today and what books did you read?"

"A novel, "The Phantom of the Opera." She put the things where they should be, and when she came back, she saw Lan Tang changing his indoor slippers and wiping his long hair that was a little messed up by static electricity with a wet towel.

While struggling with his hair, he talked to her: "The novel itself is not wonderful, the only thing that excels is the mysterious and romantic plot, and the thrilling and suspenseful atmosphere. However, the adapted opera stage play is very good. I will take you to listen to it when I have a chance in the future. "

"Okay, will there be a troupe to perform in Yokohama?" She tilted her head and thought about it, and the long-haired man followed to look at the ceiling: "Uh, go to London or Paris?"

He smiled at the girl through the mirror, Yada Fubuki stepped forward and pushed him to sit on the sofa by the fireplace.Lan Tang is a European. He likes the decoration style with an old-fashioned fireplace. Naturally, he also made a shape to burn an electric stove at home.

Sitting down with the strength of the girl, she also took over the towel, lightly and comfortably smoothing his slightly blown long hair: "You have been injured here..."

Her finger rested on a certain position on his forehead, Lan Tang raised his arm and held her hand tightly: "Yes, that is the old injury from the explosion on Leibo Street, and it is because of this that I lost part of my memory. "

"It's finished." She straightened his long hair, wiped her hands with a towel, sat down in front of the piano and opened the lid.Lan Tang stepped forward to open the piano score and leaned beside him, randomly selected a red wine from the shelf and opened it: "The weather is getting colder and colder, it seems that spring is coming soon."

As he spoke, he turned over a few pages of the music score: "Let's listen to this today? Mendelssohn's Song of Spring."

The clear and translucent sound of the piano flowed out immediately, and it didn't stop until the door was knocked unceremoniously.

"so slow!"

Osamu Dazai stood outside the door with a round fish tank in his hand, not caring about interrupting what others were doing.

In the fish tank, there is a crab hiding in the crevices of the stones and spitting bubbles. It seems to be alive and well.

Lantang opened the door and let him in—this young man who had witnessed the death of the old leader and the new leader was now Mori Ogai's most trusted confidant.The new generation revealed that they are willing to make friends, which shows that the new leader's attitude towards him tends to be positive, and he has no reason to refuse.

Osamu Dazai put the fish tank on the entrance cabinet of someone else's house, took out the slippers and put them on more skillfully than the master, walked to the piano, and secretly reached out to break the last white key.

"Are you skipping work to catch fish again?"

She picks up where she left off, ends and starts all over again, like a jukebox.

Lantang closed the door of his house, walked to the sofa and sat down, picked up the novel that Yada Fuyuki had left here before and read it.This book seemed to be an accessory to the purchase, and he brought it back in a daze... Well, it's normal for a Frenchman to drop a chain in a strange place or something.

Looking across the top of the book, he glanced at the troubled boy lying beside the piano. The black cat's sense of déjà vu became more and more intense. He lowered his head and turned a page.

Things like green hats have little lethality and are extremely humiliating. Faced with a young man who already has a bad reputation, an adult man is a little conflicted.

You can't say that this kid has any bad ideas, but he doesn't know why he looks like he deserves to be beaten.

Dazai Osamu, who tried for a while but failed to break the keys, finally withdrew his hand and thought about politeness.He sat across from Lantang and gave a fake greeting and immediately got to the point: "Chuixue, Mr. Mori asked me to come over and ask you how you are resting? I should have visited during the day, but I think we have to wait for Mr. Lantang Better to ask at home. Don't you think?"

The Song of Spring stopped and did not continue this time: "There is never enough rest."

"Half a year has passed before you know it?" The long-haired man on the sofa chuckled, "Where does the leader want Xiao Fuxue to go?"

——The person who touches me casually, what does this mean?

The smell of danger gradually rose, Osamu Dazai stooped like a madman, picked up an apple from the coffee table and threw it around for fun: "Of course it is the treatment room, do you want the leader to sew the members' wounds and take the shrapnel himself?" ? Or can PortMafia find a third doctor?"

Don't be kidding, except for black doctors, whoever has a decent way out is willing to join this crappy organization.

The room fell into silence, and soon someone pressed an arm on the keyboard and made a messy sound: "I don't want to move back." Fubuki Yata rested his forehead with one hand and lowered his eyelids: "I don't feel safe."

"Of course~ I can't relax in a place where so many idiots are entrenched." The young man took a bite of the apple, and said in a vague voice, "You didn't propose to retire from the company, and you took half a year of paid annual leave in a year, I~ Good~envy~envy~ah~"

This is the leader's "concession" - what is given to you is still yours, it's not that you quit your job, you should come back to work after receiving your salary and taking a rest.

Lan Tang put away his momentum, shrugged his shoulders and looked at the girl: "You decide, it's boring to stay at home all the time, and you can't go to other places, just follow me in and out sooner or later."

Said it was "depending on what to do", all three people present knew that this was not a discussion but an announcement.It's just a more decent and more acceptable tone.

"Understood, since Uncle Sen asked, I have no room to refuse."

She turned her back to the two men and slammed her hands on the keys—fatesyhony, symphony of fate.

After listening to the piano music, Osamu Dazai got up, said goodbye and left, and Mr. Lantang would beat someone up if he didn't leave.In the face of this physical master, the PortMafia rookie, who may be able to draw with the girl, expressed his unwillingness to use his weaknesses to touch the strengths of others.

"Time flies." It took a long time for the man to make a sound after the messenger left, and the noise of the piano stool being pushed away covered up the movement of the fabric rubbing.The girl threw herself into his arms and raised her head, pitifully: "Do you still want me..."

"You're still a child." He moved her away tolerantly: "This kind of thing is too eager for quick success, and you will regret it in the future."

Lan Tang showed a gentle and helpless smile: "I hope that when you look at me, your eyes are filled with love instead of calling for help. Who would take a child who asks for help to the bed? People who do this kind of thing should Hanged from the door frame."

Put your big hands on her head, alright? Adults can only do things, and I will teach you when you grow up. "

He picked up the girl and "put" her on the soft armrest of the sofa and sat down: "Okay, okay, do you remember the conjugations of the verbs you learned yesterday?"

The way to change the topic is very similar to "Is the homework finished?"

Yada Fubuki: "..."

Mr. Lantang, you should quickly resign from PortMafia and find a school to become a teacher at random.It turned out to be a foreigner who raised the moral level of the entire organization by himself. Don't you think you can't get along well with the new leader because you are not perverted enough...

After several days of psychological preparation, the girl returned to the treatment room again.The unscrupulous doctor is still the same unscrupulous doctor, and the blonde girl is still the same blonde girl.

"Fubuki~" Alice jumped off the seat and hugged her arm, twisting and twisting, her pursed mouth mumbled to miss her: "No one will play with me if Fubuki is not here! Rintaro is working Work work, work all day and night, hate!"

No matter how many times she couldn't understand how Mori Ogai played two roles and she disliked her operation, she didn't spend that energy to save her arm: "Dazai can play with you, just don't let him touch him."

This sentence attracted the opinions of three "people".The first person who was unwilling was Osamu Dazai who was following behind her: "I don't want to play house with the little one who can't grow up!"

"He's always bullying me, pulling my hair, and drawing scary things with my crayons!" Alice was about to cry, her little mouth so pouted that a bottle could hang on it.

As for Mori Ogai, he still put on a cowardly look and said: "Oh, oh, please stop arguing. Fubuki is back, of course there is someone to play with Alice~"

"Besides, I need a secretary too."

The middle-aged man showed a mysterious smile: "Those who don't work don't get food, it doesn't matter where they are placed."