I died after raising them

Calculated by time, Fukuzawa Yukichi is only about 13 years old now, not much older than Mori Ogai.

It is difficult for Yayoi to imagine what Fukuzawa Yukichi would do in the amusement park with his mature face and calm personality.

But this doubt was solved when they continued to play together after dinner.

Yayoi and the silver-gray half-long-haired boy sat outside the arena, silently looking at the man and child sitting in a teacup and laughing happily.

Was it Mr. Fukuzawa playing?

Yayoi thought subtly, and turned to look at the boy beside him.

Fukuzawa Yukichi noticed the gaze beside him, and when he turned his head, he saw Yayoi's eyes that couldn't hide his smile.

"Cough." The young man who has not yet practiced the immobile character of the future turned his head and stared at the father who was having fun with the child in the arena. He felt his cheeks were burning hot, and he opened his mouth and explained weakly: "Father ...it's not usually like this."

As a public official, his father usually has a serious expression outside, and he only shows such a childish appearance in front of his family.

And now I'm getting along with my kids... Maybe it's because I've been depressed by work for too long?

"puff."

Yayoi couldn't help but laughed out loud, and then changed the subject before the boy was almost overwhelmed by embarrassment: "Did Yukichi-kun go to Yokohama Junior High?"

The boy heaved a sigh of relief, and at the same time, he had some good feelings for Yayoi's thoughtfulness: "Yes, it's the second year of junior high school now."

"National Two..."

Yayoi looked at the child thoughtfully.

The child is also in the grade of school now, should he be allowed to go to school?

Mori Ogai, who was playing happily at first, suddenly noticed Yayoi's gaze and turned his head, and waved to Yayoi.

Fukuzawa Yukichi looked sideways slightly, and found that the blonde girl's smile softened a bit.

Forget it, the child's identity is still not suitable for going to school. She will help the child get a student status at school, and then invite the teacher back to class.

As for the teacher's reluctance?

Well, there is no option of unwillingness, there must be a brave man under a heavy reward, and someone will always come.

It's just that Fukuzawa Yukichi here...

Yayoi opened the task panel, and looked at the progress bar marked by the main god who only collected 5.00%.

Just consider it a backup option.

Yayoi and the boy followed behind the older and younger children, watching them play all the rides they wanted, and the amusement park gradually emptied.It wasn't until the radio started to play the leaving music that the two of them stopped still.

When saying goodbye, Yayoi picked up the child, then took out a business card from her arms and handed it to Fukuzawa Hyakusuke.

The man froze for a moment, his smile froze on his face.

"Well, thanks to Mr. Fuze, my children had a great time."

"So if there is anything in the future, you can call this number."

He took the business card stiffly, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the blond girl with a clear smile who seemed to know everything.

The man squeezed out a smile with difficulty: "Then thank you."

Fukuzawa Baisuke used honorifics, and the boy who was hidden behind him frowned slightly, wondering why the atmosphere suddenly became strange.

And Yayoi just snorted, lowered his head and said to the child, "Say goodbye to Uncle Fukuzawa and brother, and let's go home."

The child bid them farewell obediently, and Yayoi turned around and walked towards the car that had been waiting on the side of the road. The handsome man with blond hair and blue eyes got out of the driver's seat and opened the door of the back seat for the child and Yayoi.

The black car drove towards the night, and finally disappeared into the night.

But the young man standing behind his father at a loss looked sideways inadvertently, and saw the cold sweat on the man's forehead.

Fukuzawa Yukichi hurried forward to support the man, and asked anxiously, "What's wrong?"

The man held Fukuzawa Yukichi's arm with his backhand, turned his head to stare at the boy and asked, "Do you know who that blond girl is?"

Before the boy could answer, Fukuzawa Hyakusuke gave the answer: "That's the current leader of the Port Mafia, Yayoi Asahina."

The boy suddenly widened his eyes.

As long as you are a resident of Yokohama, you will not be ignorant of the port mafia, let alone his father is a public official affiliated to the government. In Fukuzawa Hyakusuke, he did not protect his son, but let Fukuzawa Yukichi also When in contact with that world, Fukuzawa Yukichi knew only a little more.

"So that kid..." Fukuzawa Yukichi suddenly thought of a document he saw in his father's study not long ago.

And the father's answer also confirmed his thoughts: "The child named Mori Ogai should be the child who was bought by her and brought back home."

And it seems...that child is not of ordinary importance to the blond chief.

This leader can be called a younger brother, and hugged indulgently and pamperingly, his eyes are clean as if he has not been stained with a trace of blood.

This child is special.

I have to go back and report to the above.

Even if the leader had already noticed his little action of bringing the child by his side just now, and issued a warning.

But Yayoi did not tell the child about the adult confrontation just now.

The child in the car was unwilling to leave her arms and sit on the seat next to her, so Yayoi let the child lie on her shoulders.

Mori Ogai, who had been playing for a whole day, was over excited at this time, tiredness and drowsiness spread, and he fell asleep without saying a few words while holding Yayoi's fingers.

So the child didn't realize that the direction to drive towards Cang Qinghe was not the direction to return to the port mafia.

"Boss..."

Yayoi looked out the window and said without turning her head, "How many times have I told you, just call me by my name."

Although Asakura Kiyomizu is an artificial human created by himself, her blood is also flowing in her body.

What's more, Asakura Kiyoka is different from everyone else.

The artificial man was silent for a moment, and an unknown emotion flashed in his eyes.

In the end Asakura Kiyohe compromised: "Yayoi."

Yayoi nodded in satisfaction, motioning for him to continue talking.

"A gentleman named Natsume Soseki handed over a call letter, saying that he would come to visit soon."

"understood."

Yayoi paused the finger that combed the child's hair, and responded with lowered eyes.

The child woke up before reaching the destination.

Mori Ogai, who hadn't fully woken up from sleepiness, rubbed his eyes, and said coquettishly, "Haven't you arrived yet?"

Yayoi pulled the child's hand from rubbing his eyes, and coaxed softly, "It's coming soon, do you want to sleep a little longer?"

The child shook his head, only to find an unfamiliar road outside the window, so he asked suspiciously, "Are we not going back to Hong Kong?"

"Not going back to Hong Kong today. Black." Thinking of the surprise she had prepared, Yayoi pinched the child's tender face: "Let's go home today."

The child tilted his head in confusion: "Go home?"

In the eyes of the child, what he had before could not be regarded as a home, but the port mafia where he is now is the shelter given to him by Yayoi.

Now that Yayoi said this, a vague idea rose from the bottom of the child's heart, but he couldn't believe it.

Yayoi couldn't see what Mori Ogai was thinking, but she didn't explain it now, she was going to let the child understand.

The car slowly stopped outside the door of a small two-story building.

The child couldn't wait to rush out first and stood in front of the small building, looking eagerly at Yayoi with a pair of eyes.

Yayoi laughed, and handed the key to the child: "Go."

The child who received the letter pursed his lips and ran forward quickly.

Yayoi followed closely behind, looked back before leaving, and waved to Asakura Kiyokazu.

Asakura Kiyoka's expression froze, and finally the corners of his lips slowly curled up.

The child walked through the winter flowers in the yard and the swing built beside the yard.

This year's first snow covered the whole world with hoarfrost, which fell lightly, dyed the child's hair and eyelashes white, but did not make the child feel cold.

If it is said that the wind blowing from the previous winter will pass through his heart, so that he can only curl up and bear it.

This winter is too warm.

It was so warm that he wanted to shed tears, but the corners of his mouth still couldn't help but rise.

Finally, he opened the door and stood outside the door, staring blankly at the living room.

Through the moonlight, he saw the small cakes on the table.

Things that were once expected in every possible way are now put into the hands of people. In addition to being full of disbelief, there is also an unrealistic sense of nothingness.

But the hand that pushed him forward pulled him back to reality.

Someone put a cardboard crown on his head, held his hand and lit a candle, and finally pushed the cake in front of him.

The girl with blond hair and blue eyes frowned and said, "May I make a wish?"

Mori Ogai looked at the flickering candlelight, and slowly closed his eyes.

if it is possible……

If God had mercy on him.

Mori Ogai opened his eyes and blew out the candle.

—He hoped that the cold winter days would never come again.