I'm with the white moonlight of the mackerel

Thinking of the dead man, I couldn't help but feel depressed after seeing Mr. Mori's good mood.

Aware of my loss, Mr. Mori sighed softly, and he stretched out his hand to me.

Do you want to shake my hand?I reached out a little confused.

"Chuya, you're so cute." After saying that, Mori-san wrapped one arm around my shoulder while the other passed through the crook of my leg.

Before I realized what was going to happen, I exerted a little force, that is, when I was stunned for a moment, Mr. Mori hugged me.

My chin rests on his shoulder, and I just feel that we are too close now.

It was an intimacy I hadn't had in all these years since I'd just joined the Harbor Mafia at 15.

I looked at him a little helplessly: "Mr. Sen, let me down quickly."

Hearing my words, Mr. Mori not only did not let go but hugged me even tighter.

He smiled at me comfortingly: "Zhong also showed such a pitiful look about to act like a baby, didn't he just want me to hug you?"

Nope, I stared at him with my eyes wide open in protest.

Mr. Mori looked at me with those purple eyes, which were full of tenderness and doting.

The heat climbed up my cheeks, I stopped talking but put my face on it while reaching out to wrap my arms around his shoulders.

Mr. Sen smiled softly, and the laughter shook my chest and made me relax. Anyway, I am very happy to see him no matter what.

Finally, Mr. Mori carried me to the seat and sat down.

He insisted on letting me sit on his lap according to what I didn't want me to get up.

It turned out to be Alice's exclusive seat, but the grown-up Alice looked down on it, and she actually made a cup of tea and wanted to feed me.

I took it a little bit at a loss, and once again avoided the chest burying attempt by Alice, who was so cute and shouting.

However, Mr. Sen also helped Alice to control the range of my avoidance.

When Alice was finally satisfied and let me go, I just felt dizzy, dizzy and had difficulty breathing.

I don't want to hurt Mr. Mori or Alice with my supernatural power, so I can only helplessly look at the man holding my shoulder, "Mr. Mori..."

"It's almost enough, Alice-chan." Mr. Mori said so, patted my back lightly, soothing my emotions.

The blond-haired and blue-eyed Alice gave him a blank look, and said with disgust, "Rin Taro obviously enjoyed it too."

After speaking, she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, then ran away.

In my silence, Mr. Sen smiled and took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped the lip marks on my face for me.

His movements are very gentle, as if I am some precious and fragile object, which makes me want to grab the handkerchief and do it myself.

However, under Mr. Sen's gaze, I still didn't move and asked him to help me honestly.

After brushing it a few times, Mr. Mori finally got down to business: "Actually, I also know what Chuya-kun meant by coming here. You want me to go back to the organization."

So, would Mr. Sen be willing?I sat upright and looked at him seriously.

In my expectant eyes, Mr. Mori looked at me and seriously refused: "In the organization, I have been a person who has been dead for four years. A predecessor who was killed after being usurped by Osamu Dazai as the leader cannot Sit firmly in this position, the current port mafia still has to be entrusted to Chuya-kun."

Speaking of this, Mr. Mori patted my head again: "Actually, Chuya-kun did a great job without me. I believe you will be a qualified leader."

I wasn't particularly surprised if he rejected it.

I leaned on him with some attachment: "Don't worry, Mr. Sen, I will protect the port mafia and my...our home."

No, maybe there is no longer Mr. Mori's home, and now his home is here. He is no longer a mafia with blood on his hands, but a kind and enthusiastic orphan director.

I'm the one who shouldn't be here, and I shouldn't come here to disturb his life.

Probably because the depression in my eyes was too obvious, Mr. Mori sighed, "I really can't do anything about it."

After complaining like this, Mr. Mori smiled helplessly at me: "If you can also become a good leader for the sake of cute Xiaozhong, it is not impossible to go back with you for a while."

I raised my head and looked into his eyes in disbelief: "Are you really willing to go back with me?"

Mr. Mori nodded: "Yes, and Atsushi Nakajima."

After he agreed, I fell into hesitation again. I looked at Mr. Sen and asked, "Then what about this orphanage?"

Mr. Sen shook his head helplessly: "Of course there will be professionals to take over."

It seems that Mr. Sen has already prepared everything, but is it really right for me to do this?

Seeing the hesitation on my face, Mr. Mori's tone was filled with sadness: "Could it be that Zhongye came here to invite me back to the organization just to be polite, but in fact, the organization no longer needs me as an old bone?"

I quickly explained: "How come, Mr. Sen has always been the person I respect the most."

If Mr. Sen is willing, it is of course best if this is also in his plan.

A big stone in my heart fell to the ground, I looked into his eyes and said seriously: "Yes, I and the organization need you very much."

"I can see it too." Mr. Mori touched my eyelids with his hand, "The dark circles under your eyes are so obvious, Chuya, how long has it been since you had a good rest?"

I kept silent and dodged Mr. Mori's eyes and didn't answer his question.

How long has it been since I had a good rest? From the time I heard the news of Dazai’s death to now, it’s probably seven or eight days without closing my eyes?

As soon as I close my eyes, a lot of the past related to Osamu Dazai will appear in my dreams, and even Huangba's vomiting will show signs of losing control.

Obviously, before this, I would not have dreamed at all, but now Dazai's death has become a nightmare that I can't get rid of.

Sensing the change in my mood, Mr. Mori put his hand on my face and covered my eyes: "Okay, don't think about those things."

I heard him ordering in my ear with a voice that I could not refuse: "Now, sleep."

Even though I haven't seen him for four years, my body still obeys his will, accepting his identity as the leader and willing to obey his orders.

In the darkness artificially created by Mr. Mori, I finally fell asleep groggyly.

This time, Osamu Dazai finally did not appear in my dream.

·

When I woke up, I was already on the bus back to Yokohama.

Atsushi Nakajima was across from me, he looked at me and wagged his tail at me a little uneasy, while I was leaning on Mr. Mori's arms.

Looking at us hugging each other, Atsushi Nakajima opened his mouth to say something and closed it again.

It's really stupid, I sneered in my heart and buried my head in Mr. Mori's arms.

Mr. Sen's arms are so warm, I don't want to break free at all.

After confirming that I was awake, Alice cheered a little, then rushed over and pushed Mr. Sen away and hugged me tightly.

Now, I can only avoid her entanglement in embarrassment.

Everything went smoothly beyond my expectation, maybe everything was calculated by Dazai, or maybe he had a tacit understanding with Mr. Mori.

Although I decided to give up, Mr. Mori also refused to come back and become the leader.But he still handed over the orphanage to someone who could trust him, and returned to Yokohama with guerrilla leader Atsushi Nakajima and me.