"Hehe, that's why I'm a reserve cadre now." Dazai lifted the beer glass up high, watched the bubbles rising, and curled the corners of his mouth, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"The youngest reserve cadre in history, doesn't it sound very powerful?"

"Why don't you celebrate?" Yuri asked.

"I do not want it."

Dazai immediately refused.

"Leave me alone."

"Why didn't Chuya get promoted, but he got promoted first?" In the back kitchen, Eita and Yuuki muttered in low voices, aggrieved by their former partners, "Chuya's efforts are clearly the greatest, and they are also He was seriously injured."

"If you have some work experience, you won't ask such a question." Yuri who suddenly appeared patted the shoulders of the two of them one by one, "Dazai is the confidant of Chief Mori, a direct subordinate, and Chu also just surrendered less than two Who do you think he promoted first? And Zhong also didn’t know how many times he had poked the port mafia into the basket before he joined. If he is on the rise, other members will have objections.”

"One canned crabmeat—thank you—" Dazai's drawn out voice came from outside.

Skillfully taking out a can of crab meat from the cabinet, Yuri walked out of the kitchen.

To be reasonable, no one knows how to order this thing except Dazai, it is simply prepared for him alone.

Dazai was lying on the table playing with tissues, his iris eyes blinking.

Although the color of his pupils is good-looking, there is always no luster inside, and there is only darkness in the past.

"Have you ever thought that you are not suitable for being a mafia?"

Yuri asked as he slapped the can next to his head.

"interesting……"

Dazai raised his head, thoughtful.

"It's the first time I've heard anyone say that. Before this, everyone I met was saying that I was a born mafia."

If the enemy's scolding is considered a compliment.

"Yuri, why do you think so?"

"Because of your friends." Yuri opened the can of crab meat with a can opener, and then poured the crab meat into a small bowl, "After meeting a few times, I probably know what kind of people they are, whether it is Oda, who doesn't want to kill people, or Sakaguchi, who carefully organizes his belongings, are both gentle people who cherish life."

"Have you ever wondered why you only want to be friends with the huge port mafia?"

The small bone china bowl landed in front of Dazai's eyes, but he didn't move his chopsticks for a long time.

This person is not like her master Liu Daoku. Although he keeps saying that he wants to destroy the Mafia, his familiarity with violence has been integrated into his bones and blood since he was a child, and he will never feel uneasy just because of the sight of blood.

...It seems that the more you say it, the more you look like a villain?However, it doesn't matter, although he can fall into a dream, he can't read his mind, not to mention he has crossed the distance of a world——

In short, only Dazai, not only loathes this world, but also loathes himself who keeps falling into deeper darkness.

She wanted to say something, but the phone vibrated suddenly.

It's news from Zhongye.

"Dinner?" Yuri murmured, "And the dresscode? Is it some high-end restaurant..."

She runs a restaurant, and she has a sharp eye, which cannot be seen in ordinary restaurants.Presumably Zhong should also know this.

I wonder what kind of place he chose?

When the appointed time came, a black car was quietly waiting on the side of the driveway outside Leibo Street, and the silver Neptune Trident on the car logo was shining.Nakaya waited in the driver's seat with folded arms, glancing at his watch from time to time.

Yuri, who had changed into a formal dress, arrived late, looked at the red and black leather seats, and sat in the passenger seat.Amidst the low sound of the engine, they set off in the direction of the setting sun.

The destination is a spiers-like period building with ivy-covered exterior walls in an upscale neighborhood not far from Central Park.The signboard is low-key yet has a sense of design. It looks very high-end at first glance. It is written in a foreign language in dark gold, which does not seem to be in English.

"barcarole?"

Yuri hasn't seen Italian for a long time, and immediately realized that this is an Italian restaurant.

When this word is translated, it is a local folk song sung by the gondolier in Venice who is holding a pointed boat gondola.Just looking at it reminds one of the way the river in Venice gurgles between the buildings.

Well, as expected, it was booked out.

Candlelight swayed on the table, and there were two or three gorgeous pink roses in a slender crystal-decorated vase.

The dim lighting deliberately created an ambiguous atmosphere, and the warm candlelight danced on Zhongye's face. Whether it was orange hair or cobalt blue eyes, they looked gentle and dazzling.

Taking off the black wide-brimmed hat and putting it aside, Chuya leaned back in the chair comfortably.

For some reason, Yuri felt that he seemed to be familiar with this place, not like it was his first time here.

"So... it's time to order now?"

"There is no menu here, only the chef's set menu."

With Nakaya's arm resting on the backrest, his handsome collarbone was leaking from the open collar of his shirt.

"Are you hungry? Serve now."

He snapped his fingers, and the waiter quickly nodded and ran into the kitchen.

So it was arranged, right?

The hors d'oeuvres were on the table within 5 minutes, and Setsuyuri's eyes lit up when he saw the plate: "Brata!"

She really hasn't had Italian specialty burrata for a long time.

The special feature of this cheese is that its shell and inside have two completely different tastes. The thick mozzarella cheese is wrapped with delicate and sweet shredded curds and whipped cream, which tastes rich and silky aftertaste.

In front of her, round and plump cheese balls lay quietly between sesame leaves and cherry tomatoes, with only simple salt and olive oil as decorations.

Then there are black diamond truffle ham and cheese salad, fresh anchovy salad with Venetian caviar sauce, smoked eel blackberry pasta, ravioli dipped in Tuscan seafood soup, French cod confit, smoked m9 grade Bone-in ribeye steak... Dessert is Sicilian specialty ice cream, as well as a bite-by-bit fancy mini cake platter.

It's not that Chuangzhen can't cook these dishes, it's just that his main direction of attack is Japanese-style innovative civilian recipes, and he doesn't use these top-quality ingredients that are likely to be chilled and airlifted.

Speaking of which, this meal is a fairly formal Western food standard, and even equipped with a sommelier to match different wines with different dishes.

The appetizer was poured with refrigerated champagne sparkling wine, and the main course was a red wine aged Masseto with a very good year. The dessert was paired with a slightly bitter special wine, which would not conflict with the sweetness at all. On the contrary, they harmonize with each other and bring out the deliciousness of the dessert even more.

Seeing Yuri eating happily, Chuu couldn't help but also smiled, as if she was happier than herself.

After the dessert was served, the chubby chef came out for a walk and said hello to Yuri enthusiastically in Italian.He almost wanted to kiss her face-to-face according to the Italian custom, but he stopped tactfully when he saw Zhong's face turning black.

After finishing the meal, Yuri swirled the shallow layer of wine remaining in the glass, feeling a little bit on the top.

She pressed the slightly hot cheek with the back of her hand, and looked at Chuya with wide eyes: "Where's my birthday present?"

"Although the dinner is delicious, it's not a gift."

"Of course there are gifts."

Zhong also squinted his eyes, stood up suddenly, leaned over and pressed his hat on her head.

She did the same thing to Zhong last time. Is this trying to retaliate against him in the same way?

"What, guess what?"

The field of vision was dark, only his pleasant voice and warm breath were particularly noticeable in her ears, which caused a shudder on the back of her neck.

Yuri froze in her seat, feeling Chuya turn her chair around.

Is it a big gift so it won't fit on the table?

After another moment, the hat was taken off, Yuri rubbed her eyelids, and then opened her eyes wide.

nothing happened...?

The jazz on the record player was still playing slowly, the restaurant was empty and quiet with no one else in it, and the colorful abstract paintings on the decorative wall in the distance were just as usual, nothing was added and nothing was missing.

"Ok?"

She turned her head and looked at Chuuya suspiciously.

Chuya pressed his fist against his chin and coughed lightly.

"The best Italian restaurant in Yokohama, two Michelin stars, for you."

Yuri was stunned.

"Don't you like running a restaurant?" Nakaya said naturally, "And you probably like to eat Italian food, too."

After being silent for a while to digest this fact, she suddenly moved closer and stared directly at Chuuya's face with burning eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Then what about the people in the restaurant? Are they mine too?"

Nakaya blushed, to the extent that she could even see it under the warm candlelight.

"...Yeah." He whispered.

"Great!"

Yuri straightened up and snapped her fingers happily.

"I'm planning to open another bar, how about sending the bartender just now to make drinks?"

Zhong Ye: ...

What's the matter with this momentary feeling of lowering your head?

Putting the hat on Yuri's head back on top of his head, he said ruthlessly, "Is it ready to eat? Let's go after eating."

"It's so fierce, Zhongya."

"No..."

"Could it be that there is another show?"

She followed Zhongye, who was striding forward, out of the restaurant, and asked after him.

"I remember you said before that it's a pity that the jumping machine in the amusement park is not open."

Chuya stopped suddenly, and Yuri almost bumped into his back.

"Today, how about rewarding you for the experience of jumping off a building that you didn't succeed last time?"

"Huh?"

Seeing that the situation is not good, I retreat from the ideal, but it is too late.Zhong also grabbed her arm, clasped her slender waist, and pressed her into his arms.

Then the ability was activated.

It's too exciting, whether it's a sudden hug or a sudden increase in vision, it's too exciting.

In the cold and strong wind, the boy's arms firmly conveyed warmth and a sense of stability to her.

She didn't let go until she stepped on the concrete floor at the top of the building.

The opponent didn't move, and neither did Yuri, who was leaning against Chuya's chest.

The acceleration was too fast just now, her feet were still a little weak, and her heartbeat couldn't slow down.

...Is it a bit too fake to say that now?

With a few whistling sounds, fireworks rose from the distant waterside into the sky with thin clouds, and exploded into a rain of golden flowers all over the sky.

Yuri quietly watched the bright fireworks from Nakaya's shoulder.

"Does it look good?"

Chuya turned her head, soft hair brushed her cheek affectionately.

"Ah."

She has naturally seen countless fireworks in her life, but at this moment, Yuli felt from the bottom of her heart that tonight's fireworks—no, the reflection of fireworks reflected in Zhongye's pupils—is the most beautiful.

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