Yokohama Cuisine Event Book

Seeing the young man walking leisurely out of the woods, the three of Chuangzhen couldn't help casting condemning glances.

This guy, who had chatted with them for so long before, turned out to be helpless!

And, don't want to hug a man?What's the reason for that—as if someone likes it?

But the leisurely figure of the black-haired young man suddenly stopped.

Then, he changed his previous calm look, covered his nose in full view, and sneezed twice pitifully.

"so cold."

He sniffed and muttered.

The fog that had been enveloping it before seemed to have completely dissipated.Those bottomless iris-colored eyes were only filled with crystal clear, physiological tears at the moment.

The black-haired young man tightly wrapped his windbreaker that was still wet, raised his eyes from under the thick long eyelashes, looked innocently, as if pointing something, and looked at someone over here, like a child who has been wronged Like complaining at home, he said softly:

"It's very windy here."

"..."

——Oh yes, when you just came out of the river, why didn't you fear the cold? Standing in the wind was cool.

The teenagers complained in their hearts.

Dazai still didn't care even though the accusation's eyes were focused.

His gaze flicked over everyone.The small face in the center of the gaze gradually revealed an expression that seemed to be amused and somewhat annoyed.

The girl's eyes circled around the water stains on his clothes and half-wet hair, and finally, when she was trying to check whether there was any change in her complexion, she met his long-awaited gaze.

After a moment of surprise, the petite girl glared at him dissatisfied with her beautiful vine purple eyes.

The black-haired young man laughed softly.

Standing behind Gancha, Dazai, who looked over there and laughed inexplicably, felt some strange disorder and frowned suspiciously.

"What's so happy about failing to enter the water—"

After some reasoning in his mind, the detective shook his head incomprehensibly, and puffed up his face a little angrily.

After roughly understanding what happened, the steady silver-haired man glanced at the three drenched teenagers one by one, then at Dazai who had just sneezed a few times, and said:

"Go back and change your clothes with us first."

"...That guy Dazai, I'm causing you trouble."

Looking at the three somewhat embarrassed teenagers handed over to him by the president, Kunikida Doppo clenched his fists: "——What about the others?"

"Slip it as soon as you enter the door."

Sitting cross-legged by the paper sliding door, Luanbu replied casually while playing with the little yellow duck.

"..."

The blond man took two deep breaths in a row before calming down, turned around and said, "Come with me."

As soon as the boys entered, Yosano, who was leaning against the window and drinking wine facing the sunset and red leaves, his eyes lit up and he put down his glass.

"Oh, you seem to have some troublesome wounds on your body~"

"Since you are Gancha's classmate, don't be polite, let me help you heal? I will be very gentle."

The beautiful black-haired woman rolled her eyes, smiled lightly and licked her lips.

"With Dr. Yosano, this is the guest brought back by the president..."

Seeing her imposing manner, Kunikida Doppo hastily pulled the bewildered three people behind him, repeatedly refusing.

Although I don't understand why the blond man who was appointed to take care of them turned blue when he heard the treatment, but the experience of being held by this charming big sister to observe the wound like just now is really almost heart-stopping.

Anyway, let's just wait until he's done with it...?

The teenagers standing aside thought so.

Kunikida, who was forced to back again and again, bumped into a chest of drawers on the side, and the long-necked vase on the top wobbled. After all, he couldn't stand upright, and fell to the other side with an unstable center of gravity, rolling and falling .

Smelling the flowing fragrance of flowers, Ye Shanliang raised his head, just in time to see the moment the vase rolled down.

Before the word "be careful" was spoken, the red-haired man who was sitting not far from the cabinet and talking to a person wrapped in a quilt seemed to have eyes behind his back. body, reached out and accurately caught the falling vase.

In "Seamless Clothes", I saw the scene of the flower vessel falling and the fragments splashing, and Oda Saku quickly resolved the possible crisis.

He didn't say anything, just calmly inserted the flower branch, put the vase on the low table beside him, and cast a questioning look at Hayama who was looking at him with a surprised expression.

"..."

The silver-haired boy shook his head, expressing that he had no other intentions, but he was still very confused.

——This reaction was a little too fast.Even if he heard the sound, he didn't seem to turn his head at all, or even look at it, right?

"Thank you, Odasaku."

The slightly drunk Yosano was more difficult to pass than usual, and Kunikida, who finally persuaded her, was relieved, and turned to thank the red-haired man.

"Ah."

Oda Sakunosuke nodded expressionlessly, seeing that Hayama had no intention of saying anything, he sat back quietly.

Outside the open paper door, Gan Cha was talking to the proprietress of the hotel.

"...Yes, please give the yukata you brought to Mr. Kunikida; dinner needs to be served for three more people, there is no taboo."

After bringing them back, Fukuzawa invited them to stay and eat before leaving, considering that after taking a shower and changing clothes, it was almost time for dinner.

After properly arranging everything, the girl said apologetically, "I didn't make a reservation in advance, so I need to trouble you."

The proprietress, who was dressed in black, waved her hands with a smile.

"Where, the detective agency helped us so much last time, compared to your kindness, this matter is nothing at all."

She smiled and said, "Also, as Miss Gancha said before, about wanting to borrow the kitchen, we have already packed up everything we need. Please come with me."

The voice of the conversation gradually became quieter, and the backs of the two gradually moved away along the corridor. Soma withdrew his gaze, followed Kunikida Doppo across the guest room, and walked to the hot spring bath on the other side.

He asked a little curiously:

"Well, Kunikida-san—what did they say that helped?"

Considering the level of service and word-of-mouth, traditional hotels and kiosks run by families generally do not accept impromptu reservations and requests, but just now the proprietress agreed very readily.

Kunikida, who was leading the way, pushed his glasses and flipped through the ideal notebook with a green cover, and finally stopped on a certain page.

"A year and a half ago, someone kidnapped the future fourth generation of the hotel for personal revenge, and planted a bomb at the place where the hostages were returned, intending to wipe out their family."

The blond man browsed through the records he knew by heart, and concluded succinctly, "The police officer in charge of this case at that time contacted the detective agency, so in the end the incident was resolved by us."

Chuangzhen and Ye Shan were a little taken aback.

Kidnapping, bombing—although I already knew a little bit about the girl’s wonderful life in Yokohama through a TV interview on a certain day, but when I suddenly heard these words that represented part of her experience, the only thing the boy could feel in his heart was Strangeness out of touch with everyday life.

"You'd better not have the chance to become familiar with these words."

Looking back at the boys who suddenly fell silent, Kunikida said flatly.

The warm light of the sunset in autumn is filtered by the layers of branches and leaves, and soaked in the cool breeze in the mountains. When it shines into the winding corridors, there is only a little residual warmth like a candle.

"What about Hai Laoze?"

In the flickering light and shadow, someone asked reflexively.

"..."

When the blond man was walking, the little braid that jumped unconsciously at the back of his head paused in the air for a second.

Kunikida didn't answer.

Not wanting to talk more about this topic with unrelated people, he happened to come to the entrance of the bathing place. He pushed his glasses, and began to tirelessly tell the teenagers the next precautions:

"The bathrobes prepared by the hotel, I'll put them in the middle of the second row of shelves later; wash your body first, and soak in the hot water on an empty stomach, remember not to exceed..."

"I know, I know, Mr. Kunikida!"

As if seeing Mr. Chapelle in a French cooking class, the three teenagers shuddered and quickly lifted the curtain to escape from this overzealous lecture.

"However, Yukihei,"

Ye Shanliang leaned against the pool, his wheat-colored skin was covered by the shadow cast by the red leaves.Accompanied by the sound of running water running over the startled deer, he asked:

"Ebi Ze's teacher, isn't that your father? You don't seem to know as much as Kurokiba from Nakiri."

"Oh—how should I put it, I didn't know that Dad had studied in Yuanyue until not long ago."

In the dense water mist of the hot spring, the smell of sulfur mixed with the fragrance of the surrounding vegetation, Chuangzhen pinched his chin with a very unhappy expression:

"He has a student in Yokohama. I only found out after I met Hai Laoze. Tsk, this guy——"

While accusing that cunning man in her heart, a certain long memory was triggered by something, and suddenly emerged from the depths of her mind.

"...No, he may have said it once when he was a child."

Chuangzhen tried his best to recall the scene at that time: "When my mother was still there, he called back once and said that he wanted to bring a friend's child back to take care of him."

"and after?"

"later--"

The scene blurred by time and the current reality reflect each other, like a mirror that has been placed for a long time has been wiped off the top layer of dust, and it suddenly becomes clear. Even the expressions on the faces of the parents at that time are also vivid. head.

"He came back alone and said that the kid wanted to go back to Yokohama. I remember my mother seemed to laugh at him, saying that he was acting like a fool and was not credible."

The red-haired boy's always energetic voice gradually lowered down: "That's right, it was when I was eight years old."

Staring at a red leaf across the water, Chuangzhen inexplicably thought of the rooftop of Jixingliao surrounded by tree shadows, and the way to school with someone on the back seat of a bicycle.

If Dad brought her back then, maybe it would be a good thing, right?

...At least, on those nights when I lost to my dad and stayed alone in the kitchen all night, there would probably be an extra girl who could stare.

The boy suddenly slapped the surface of the water.

"Damn it!" he said angrily, "it's all because Dad looks so unreliable!"

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