The man rescued from Kabukicho

Yijuin looked down at the half-filled page.

At the beginning, it should be in a state of impatient and quick writing, and the handwriting was a little sloppy, but then gradually calmed down, and the writing resumed to the usual handwriting.

Mochizuki Jirou's handwriting has not changed much from when he was in junior high school. The strokes are neat and neat, and they are beautiful handwriting when viewed separately, but when they are connected together, especially in the current situation of writing a small article, for some reason, each word seems slightly different. A little round.

Most of the half-page text is a sincere apology for causing trouble to Yijuin, and then various thanks to Yijuin for his help, very Mochizuki Jirou's style.

At the end is a question, with heavy strokes, and it seems that it was written out of courage: [Mr. Yijiyuan, please teach me, how can I integrate into society like you. 】

Social integration?

Yijiyuan frowned slightly, closed the ledger, held it in his hand, and suddenly asked, "Is it cold?"

Jiro, who was nervously waiting for an answer, did not expect Yijuin to ask an irrelevant question.

Cold?Hearing Yijuin's question, Cilang realized that because he changed into his own clothes when he went out, the result was the same as the first day when he came to this villa. invasion.

Noticing this, Cilang realized that the open bathroom door was still emitting warm steam, and he was so impatient that he blocked Yijiin who had just showered at the bathroom door.

Cilang wanted to apologize, opened his mouth, remembered that he could not speak, and looked at Yijuin again, the distance between the two seemed to be too close, he smelled the scent of bath milk left on Yijuin's body, the fragrance was extremely light, mixed with body temperature, let him Feeling a moment of peace in the panic.

"Go take a shower." Without waiting for Cilang's response, Yijiyuan turned and went downstairs with his notebook in hand, "I'm in the living room."

Watching the figure of Yijiyuan turn around the corner of the stairs, Cilang was stunned for a moment before walking into the bathroom door.

The hot water warmed his body, and Cirou reflected in the steaming water.

I trust Yijuin very much.

This is the fact that Cirou is becoming more and more certain.

He should have discovered it earlier, whether he passed out with peace of mind when he saw Yijuin's face clearly when he was rescued, or was easily drunk in front of Yijuin until he had no memory, it proved this point.

Cirou remembered the past.

In fact, after the breakup, at that time, he still often sneaked to the rooftop during his lunch break.

He told himself that it was just a habit, that he just didn't want to give up the view of the rooftop to the hateful young master.

But in fact, the bottom of my heart is not so tough, and it is not that I am nostalgic. There is also hidden expectations that I refuse to admit. I look forward to the reappearance of that lonely boy who wants to be friends, and I look forward to a due apology and a logical reconciliation.

This kind of expectation failed again and again, which made him make up his mind to forget Yijiyuan, the young master of the consortium who is playing tricks.

Maybe even at that moment of "making up his mind", he still couldn't resent Ijuin, but he just didn't want to be sad anymore.

The foam was rubbed with the body wash, and the light fragrance was steamed by the hot steam, and entered the breath. It was the same smell as what I smelled from Yijiyuan just now. Cilang couldn't help thinking about it. Granny Fengzao mentioned that Master Hechen didn't like strong fragrances. Therefore, the toiletries are of the light fragrance type that will never last until the next day.

...How did you think of such a trivial matter?

Cilang, who came back to his senses, continued to reflect.

Perhaps it was because of the reason I realized just now that I, who was rescued by Yijuin and learned the truth of the breakup, relied so much on Yijuin.

Yes, too dependent.

Especially the act of blocking the owner of the villa at the bathroom door just now is completely carried away.

Yijiyuan rescued himself from the predicament time and time again, and he was already benevolent, but he went so far as to want Yijiyuan, who is busy with his career and insomnia all the year round, to spend time teaching himself how to integrate into society?

Reflecting on this point, Cilang felt guilty.

If he could not provide the value as a pillow, he really wanted to leave here immediately, try to find a job to make money, give all his salary to Yijiyuan, and spend the rest of his life doing what he can to make up for the loss of Yijiyuan.

value.

Jirou, who was wiping his hair with a dry towel, looked at the man in the mirror.

Does he have any other value?Can he provide more value? ...Don't talk about the present, I don't even dare to imagine that I can give a positive answer in the future.

The person in the mirror is so self-pitying, and a grown man shows such a sad and troubled appearance, he really can't bear to look at himself.

After Changing his clothes, Cilang quickly went downstairs while trying not to make the sound of footsteps, trying to quickly find Yijiyuan and revoke his unreasonable request.

Yijuin is in his personal living room.

This is the place where they drank last night, because Yijiyuan doesn't like the fragrance of flowers very much. It is decorated with green plants, paired with a basket of fresh fruits that change every day, and uses the fruity fragrance to make up for the tastelessness of the green plants.

Yijuin didn't have a drink tonight, but was reading documents.

This made Jiro want to withdraw the request immediately.

Noticing Jiro approaching, Yijuin looked up at him and motioned him to sit beside him with his eyes.

This is a sofa for three people, even if they are both tall and tall, with long arms and legs, it is more than enough to seat two people, but Cirou was afraid that he would disturb Yijuin who was reading, so he straightened his back and sat silently on the left side of the sofa side edge.

Yijiin continued to read the content of that page, put the document aside, picked up the notebook on the armrest, opened it to the page written by Cilang, handed it back to him, and asked, "Do you want me to teach you Social integration?"

Cilang bowed his head and began to write at the fastest speed, but before the apology was finished, the handbook was taken away by Yijiyuan who leaned over.

Is Yijuan angry?

He looked at Ijuin stiffly.

Yijiyuan asked impatiently, "Why do you want me to teach you?"

He wanted to apologize and explain, but the account book was taken away, how should he answer?Yijiyuan clearly knows that he can't speak now, why?

Cilang tried hard to think of a solution, and then he realized that the palm of his hand could be used for writing, so he immediately flattened his left palm almost nervously.

But before the tip of the pen fell to the palm, the pen in his right hand was slapped to the ground by Yijiyuan.

Staring blankly at the pen rolling away on the carpet, Ci Lang froze like Lin Lu who was walking through the road at night and was illuminated by car lights.

Before he regained consciousness, Yijuin, like a black panther preying on him, slammed him down on the sofa, and when Jiro's head fell, it hit the rosewood on the side of the armrest.

Yijiyuan asked condescendingly, "Why don't you speak?"

Cilang stared blankly at Yijiyuan above. Yijiyuan's face, which was very similar to that of a convenience store owner, concealed a complacent expression, and gave Cilang a blow to the head.

It was intentional, Yijuin was intentional.

Cilang finally wanted to be angry, Yijiyuan clearly knew that he couldn't speak!There is no one else here, why did Yijiyuan suddenly target him like this?

He wanted to fight back, but Yijuin's physique was not something Cirou, who had been in prison for four years and had a difficult life after being released from prison, could resist. Yijuin suppressed him with one hand, and the palm firmly pressed on the chest was enough to make breathing difficult .

It's not just breathing that hurts.

Grievance, anger, incomprehension... All kinds of emotions that could not be erupted and vented tonight, perhaps including the depression accumulated in the past four years, all of these were surging in Ci Lang's chest, making him feel unbearably uncomfortable.

He seemed to be back in the convenience store he had just left. He was slandered by the boss and hated by the customers, but he could only stand there stiffly, unable to even defend himself!

Why can't he speak!

"Ho...ho..."

It was this bellows-like sound again, Cilang's eyes were red, and his anger at his own incompetence had reached its peak.

Yijuin's indifferent voice was like adding fuel to the fire: "Speak!"

If you can speak, of course you will!

Unbearable, Cilang clenched his fist and swung it hard at Yijiyuan. Before he could regret it, he was easily resolved by Yijuyuan. He held his wrist tightly with one hand and firmly pressed his wrist back on the sofa.

Cilang was so angry that his chest heaved violently, but he couldn't hit and couldn't speak, it was a re-experience of what he had experienced in a convenience store, it was like this, and it was like this again, how could he be so incompetent, how could he not be able to do anything well .

Maybe he's just that incompetent...

Yes, he is an ex-convict.

What's the use of being able to talk?Didn't he say it?

"It's useless to find me to vent your anger! If you also provide evidence, we can sue the one who really got the money... eh!"

The result is being beaten like a wild dog.

"It is true that my signature and seal are on the contract, but the loan did not pass through my account at all, and it was obviously not used by me. The law stipulates that this situation needs to be investigated again, and the actual borrower should be responsible."

"But there is indeed such a regulation, and there are many similar cases. Why is there no investigation?"

"I was designed. The real borrower is not me."

"I plead not guilty."

The result is being sentenced like a criminal.

Useless.

No matter how hard I tried.

No one listened to him at all.

Being targeted by Yijuin for this fact, Jiro fell into complete despair.

He thought maybe he should just go into the dark, just say nothing, listen nothing.

So it was as if I couldn't hear anything.

In the panic, a calm voice, like coaxing a child, said slowly: "What do you want to say? I'm waiting for you to say it. Say it, I'm listening."

"Liar! No one listens at all!"

Hearing this roar, Cirou suddenly widened his eyes.

The one who yelled just now was... herself?

Can he talk?

At this moment, Yijiin let him go, patted him on the top of the head like he usually praised Shuntaro, and rewarded him: "Very good."

Cilang stared blankly at Yijiyuan, and reached out to touch his neck.

After a while, Jiro sat up, looked at the carpet, and whispered, "I'm not Shuntaro."

He seemed to hear Yijuin chuckle, but it seemed to be just an illusion.

When he finally looked at Yijiyuan, Yijiyuan said calmly, this time he replied: "I have nothing to teach you. Before you went to prison, you were an excellent employee of a first-class company. What do you think you need to learn?"