My brother is so fierce

Akutagawa Ryunosuke stood on the balcony holding the piece of cake that Meizhi had cut for him.

There is only a door between him and the warm scene in the living room, and when he turned slightly sideways, he could see that the girl in the window was dotted with cloud-like soft cream on the tip of the girl's nose, smiling happily.

Even though it had been two years, that smile was still as bright as the sun, no different from the sun shining into the dirty slums.

The food he held in his hand was more delicious than the food he had ever eaten. Without using a fork, he followed the rules of finding food in the slums, lowered his head and opened his mouth to bite the piece of cake that was softer than cotton. The sweetness of the cream is mixed with the softness of the cake base, which melts in the mouth almost without chewing.

Very sweet, sweet to strange.

He wolfed down the meal, and the wound that was beaten by the bandage boy in the past few days seemed to heal, and the pain was no longer there.

When he licked the cake clean, perhaps because he was too focused on this delicacy, the girl looked at him through the window at some point, with a slight surprise in her eyes, but not the disgust he expected.

The hunched back in the clothes showed his stiffness and embarrassment after being discovered. Although it was hard to see it on the face, after he put the plate aside, the hands in the cuffs were in the dark. Clenched tightly into a fist.

The man handed the orange juice to Meizhi who was looking at the balcony, his face was full of a brother's thoughtfulness for his sister: "Will we go for a walk together later?"

Naturally, Meizhi didn't want to miss this opportunity. She politely took the orange juice with both hands, took a sip, and responded with puffy cheeks: "Of course!"

She seems to be interested, especially when there will be a fireworks display in a while, Meizhi can't wait to enjoy this time with Mori Ogai, since she was a child, she hasn't worn a yukata with so many people to watch the fireworks. Squinting happily: "Brother, I want to buy a bathrobe!"

Mori Ogai gave a puzzled expression, "Why do you suddenly want to buy this?"

Meizhi was also a little helpless about the straight man's speech. She took a big sip and put down the glass, put her hands on her cheeks, and sighed as if she had nothing to do with him: "Brother is an idiot, he doesn't even remember the fireworks display."

The man froze for a moment as if he had just realized that he was busy with official duties every day, so he knew very little about this kind of activity, let alone participated in it.

"Does Meizhi want to participate in the fireworks display?" Mori Ogai pondered for a while, Yokohama is not very safe at this stage, and there is also that hidden danger - the existence of Russian teenagers, which makes him even more worried about Meizhi participating Such an activity, but he didn't object too much, he just continued to prevaricate her with usual reasons: "Brother is a little busy these days..."

Before she finished speaking, Meizhi didn't have much hope, but her eyes dimmed a little, and she let out a sullen voice.

It seems that the past few years have not paid much attention to Meizhi. The man knows this very well. Even if he feels guilty, he can only give her enough material compensation.

But seeing Meizhi's lost look, Mori Ogai inevitably felt compassion: "Do you really want to go, do you want to go that much?"

Meizhi still couldn't get too excited, she nodded, she seemed to know that Mori Ogai said what he said and rarely regretted it, so she didn't give much reaction.

"If I have time," this is the biggest concession Mori Ogai has made. If the Russian will not pose a threat to them during this period, it is not a bad idea to take her to the fireworks display and rub her A handful of Meizhi's hair, "Don't do this, even if my brother can't come, I will let Meizhi go to the fireworks display, okay?"

Meizhi stared at his face trying to see traces of lying, but every subtle movement of the man was perfect, Meizhi looked at him tentatively: "...Really?"

How untrustworthy is he...

The man reluctantly hugged her off the chair and pushed her soft body to the room: "Go change clothes, let's go buy bathrobes."

Meizhi slowed down and finally stopped at the door, but she turned her head cutely and reconfirmed: "Are we really going out to buy bathrobes? Brother..."

In the end, she pinched herself again, and the pain confirmed her reality: "I didn't dream anymore."

Mori Ogai rolled up his cuffs, he started to tidy up the dishes very familiarly, and in the face of Meizhi's doubts, he never tires of giving her confidence: "Yes, go and change clothes."

Meizhi paused, trotted into the room and closed the door.

While taking off her home clothes, she opened the closet to choose dresses. She has reached the age of development now, and the girl under the light began to have curves. Although it is hard to hide her youthfulness from the side, she is white and firm. Under the skin, the circular arc that should have been protruding, without a trace of fat, was almost perfect like that face.

Quickly changed her dress, and by the time she walked out of the room with a small bag on her back, the man had already cleaned up the living room. He crossed his legs and leaned on the sofa gracefully. And it's hard to hide the gloomy complex temperament.

It was still daytime, and the summer weather was not suitable for going out. Mori Ogai drove the car by himself, Michi sat in the co-pilot, and the taciturn Akutagawa sat obediently in the back seat.

Mori Ogai said to her: "This is the person who will protect you in the near future. He obeys me. You can issue any orders to him."

Although he didn't reveal his identity, Meizhi also noticed that Akutagawa's figure was thinner than those of his peers. There was no flesh on his face, so his eyes appeared extra large. When he looked at her silently, he seemed to be caught by something. The beast stared at her, as if she would pounce on her whenever she moved.

There was no light in his eyes.

Even though he knew that it was impossible for him to do such a thing, Meizhi didn't pay too much attention before confirming whether the young man was willing to protect her.

She remembered that she obviously gave him a sum of money, which was enough to make him leave that place.

But for some reason, he didn't look like he'd spent that money.

But she didn't ask in detail, after all, she didn't know whether Akutagawa still remembered herself, and the shame he showed when he was stripped and tied up made Meizhi dare not step into this memory.

It's okay not to mention it, there is no need to mention this kind of thing again.

What's more, they were a few years older, and everyone had their own dignity. She also pretended not to remember and didn't take the initiative to talk to him.

Mori Ogai received the address from his subordinates, and when he arrived there, it was already half an hour later.

This is a commercial street, Mori Ogai parked the car, Meizhi got out of the car, and tiptoed excitedly on the side of the street with a small bag on her back, "Brother, hurry up."

Meizhi, who has stayed in the house all her life, is very eager to go shopping, but she has no friends. The only Dazai Osamu she knows is still a busy man. He often talks about suicide, and the time to go shopping with him is pitiful.

Akutagawa stood on her right side like a thin stick, on the bustling street, because he had to stay awake and vigilant anytime and anywhere in the slums. He didn't like this kind of street market. He tightened his body vigilantly, and the only thing that could make him relax was seeing the girl's nose dripping with sweat, her clear eyes turning into a clear and clean amber in the sunlight, like fine gemstones.

No matter where she is, she can become the focus of Akutagawa's eyes.

Today she was wearing a short skirt that just reached her knees, and the off-shoulder cotton short sleeves on her upper body were embroidered with small orange flowers, one after another, exuding a sense of vigor.

And when she raised her hands and stretched her waist, the short skirt shrank up a little, her raised legs were straight and well-proportioned, and her blouse was also pulled up. The light color could vaguely see the slenderness under the sunlight. He almost stared at her waist in a daze, but when she was about to show her waistline, the man strode over, his pale and slender fingers precisely grabbed the hem of her clothes, and with a light tug, covered up the exposed skin.

He heard the man bent down and reprimanded helplessly: "Be careful, there are monitors here."

Meizhi sighed in agreement, hugged his arm, and pressed her face on Mori Ogai's sleeve, "I know, I know..."

When Mori Ogai had the tendency to look back, the boy had already lowered his head vigilantly, but his appearance made him even more guilty - if he really didn't look in Meizhi's direction, he wouldn't have lowered his head at all.

But the man didn't say anything, just glanced at him cryptically, with an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth: "Follow me, Akutagawa-kun."

The boy's voice was extremely low, and Meizhi heard a short reply from behind, and then he followed behind.

Mori Ogai deliberately chose a custom shop, and after selecting the fabric, the tailor began to measure her.

The tailor is an elderly lady, the crow's feet at the end of her eyes reveals the precipitation of time, and the gentle demeanor of her gestures makes people relax, which reminds Meizhi of Yu Senhui, she doesn't know The fact that the woman had died long ago, and Mori Ogai was used in it, so when she first asked him about Yu Mori's whereabouts, the man still kept a proper smile, "Ah, you mean Yu Mori, she It seems to have left the country."

"That's a pity," Meizhi raised her arm to let the tailor continue to measure the size, and said with some regret, "I still miss my teacher a little bit, maybe I can write to her next time I have a chance."

The man sitting there accepted Meizhi's words without changing his expression: "I don't even know her address. If I get in touch with her, please tell Meizhi~"

The girl responded innocently, and the tailor put away the tape measure, and said with a warm smile, "Your size has been measured, and you can come over the day after tomorrow to see if it fits you."

"Is it so fast?" Meizhi also looked forward to her yukata, she took Mori Ogai's arm, "Please measure him too."

The man had no intention of resisting her at all, allowing himself to be pushed over, and opened his arms helplessly, "Since it is Meizhi's request, then I will naturally listen to the little princess."

Meizhi sat where he just sat, squinting her eyes and smiling. When she was waiting, she would inevitably see Akutagawa standing at the door. The young man was standing there in black, with no blood on his face. very good.

And when the young man found himself being watched, he began to wonder if there was something inappropriate about him. The shoes were in good condition, the pants were in good condition, and the coat was in good condition...

Hesitating, the boy raised his hand to check his hair, and after making sure that there was no problem, he frowned with difficulty hiding his doubts.

Everything is fine, so why is she looking at herself?

Meizhi rested her chin, she stared at Akutagawa, but she said to Mori Ogai who was measuring: "Brother, he also wants to go to the fireworks display with me?"

Mori Ogai hummed briefly, "He needs to be by your side at all times, and if you're going to a fireworks display, he'll definitely be there too."

"What's wrong?" Mori Ogai looked over.

"Then let him measure it too." Meizhi turned her head and winked at Mori Ogai, "If he was wearing this outfit that day, it would be too abrupt...I don't want to be the focus of people around me."

"Oh?" Mori Ogai looked at the slightly embarrassed Akutagawa Ryunosuke, and before the boy could refuse, he naturally followed Meizhi's words: "Then Akutagawa-kun, come and take a measurement."

Akutagawa, who had just entered the port, moved his lips, looked at the frightening port chief, and couldn't say any words of resistance: "...Yes."

The tailor's hand touched Akutagawa through the clothes a few times, and the boy became uncontrollably tense. He didn't like being touched by others. In the slums, the touch of strangers means that the chances of survival will drop sharply, even if it is different now , he still couldn't change the instinct that had been engraved in his bones.

And the only way he can control himself is to look in Meizhi's direction from the corner of his eye. Even a little clothes can temporarily relieve his emotions and relax him a little.

This day seems to be very long and short. When they went back, Mori Ogai hurried back again, while he stood alone on the balcony, like a wild dog, waiting for Meizhi's orders at any time.

When Meizhi walked out of the living room to drink water, she looked around and saw the boy standing like a sculpture on the dark balcony. He gave Meizhi the illusion of a crow. In such hot summer weather, he It seems that he is not afraid of heat at all. Although the summer night wind can bring a little coolness, it can't prevent the heat from invading.

Meizhi held the cup and opened the balcony door. Hearing this movement, the boy subconsciously stepped back. After the girl's clear gaze came over, he stopped immediately.

She seemed to be waving at a puppy with fried fur, "Mr. Akutagawa, come here."

He was resisting such a distance in his heart, but his feet walked towards her a little recklessly.