The found Tuo is three and a half years old

Compared with the log cabin in the forest, the stronghold of "Mouse of the Dead House" is a bit too spacious.In addition to the offices and guest rooms with different purposes in the front, the rest room dedicated to the leaders and cadres in the back is also quite gorgeously arranged.

But right now, Fyodor doesn't have any "cadres" under his command. Although there are a lot of followers, those people also have their own lives, so the only ones who choose to live in this stronghold are me and Fyodor. Just three people with Ivan.

"There are actually more rooms here than Yoshihara." Walking down the corridor, looking at the open door, I couldn't help but sigh: "There are only three of us, and we don't know which one to choose."

"So there are so many rooms, can I live anywhere?" I looked sideways and asked casually.

But before Fyodor could speak, I looked at an open door again.Inside is a bright and clean room.

"—Well, but it doesn't matter if you say no."

"Even if Tip is the leader here, he can't resist me, right? After all, Tip can't beat me!"

"So not only can I choose a room at will, but I can even move around every day according to my mood, and tips can't do anything to me."

"..."

"Even if you have become very powerful, the tip is still my tip. This won't change, right?"

There was also an inadvertent slowness in the pretentiously brisk steps, and I glanced at the boy walking beside me from the corner of my sight.

In fact, since I was a child, I have moved countless times.But it’s a bit ashamed to say that, until now, when I move into a new environment, I still can’t help but feel a little uneasy.

In other words, it is precisely because I have to face a life that is almost completely different from the past after every move, so when I move into a new environment, I subconsciously feel a little uneasy in my heart.

I can't tell what that feels like, but every "change" these past days seems to cost me something.

——I am afraid of such a thing.

After a short silence, Fyodor suddenly took my hand.The sudden temperature made my body tremble subconsciously, and I turned my head to meet his gaze.

"of course."

The young man slightly raised the corners of his lips, and the lines at the end of his eyes looked extra soft under the sunlight coming in from the glass window on the other side of the room.

"At least in front of Haruko, I won't have the 'change' that scares you."

"I'm not afraid!" I pulled out my hand suddenly, and gave the boy a look: "Hmph, anyway, even if the tip changes, it's not me who is unlucky."

"I'm very strong, and now I'm not even afraid of sunlight and wisterias, and I've completely become the 'perfect creature' that Mr. Wu Mi yearned for most back then!"

"How about it, tip, do you want to see if my 'Vampire Art' has improved?"

Fyodor didn't speak, but there was absolutely no fear of me or begging for mercy in his eyes - I was also a little discouraged.

But this guy has been like this since he was very young, and over the years, I've gotten used to him treating my bluff coldly in this way.

Although I am afraid of change, there are some things that seem to be okay with a little change.

When a teenager in pajamas squeezed into my bed expressionlessly, such a thought actually appeared in my mind.

"Hey!" I directly raised my hand and lifted the quilt: "Obviously there are so-so many rooms here, why do you have to get under my quilt!"

"I said I won't change." The boy didn't even sit up, his black and soft hair was just scattered on the pillow, he half turned his face, and answered confidently.

"...Wait?" Looking at the young man who took up half of the bed in front of me, I was choked for a moment.

When we lived in cabins, we always slept directly on the floor.Although Siberia did not have rush grass suitable for weaving tatami mats, the floor of the wooden house was not very cold at first. After laying a few layers of animal skins, it was no problem to sleep directly on it.

I am somewhat of a tatami complex from an island country, and Fyodor has never had any complaints, so when I remodeled the house, I directly rejected Alexei's proposal to give me two beds.

——It is also because we are used to sleeping on the floor, so I don't have much real sense of Fyodor's floor space. Now that he has occupied my bed, I suddenly realized that this guy has really grown It's a big one.

Although his figure is very thin, even if he is completely curled up right now, he is no longer a small ball that I can hold in my arms directly. Under the limited area, his existence is completely compressing me and letting me fly in the dream My own space!

In order to let myself roll happily on the bed, I decisively decided to throw this guy out, but before I could open my mouth, Fyodor said again:

"Since I'm still Haruko's 'tip', Haruko shouldn't drive me away, right?"

"..."

"Wait a moment?"

I suddenly turned my head to Fyodor who was lying on the bed: "Did you call yourself 'tip' just now?"

The boy was stunned for a moment, and then his expression seemed to be about to collapse.

The eyebrows hidden under the hair moved a little, and after a moment of silence, Fyodor closed his eyes and turned over in silence, leaving only my back.

"Why don't you talk anymore? Now, Tip, it's been called him for so many years anyway, so Tip really likes this name, right?" I stretched out my hand and pushed him reluctantly.

"I didn't say I like it." A dull voice came from the other side.

"Obviously I like it very much." I leaned in front of him: "Anyway, the only thing I won't throw away is my 'tip', so what are you going to do?"

"Haruko!"

The boy finally couldn't bear to sit up, and looked back at me faintly: "Such a title doesn't suit me."

"Russia has never had such a habit of addressing, and I have grown up, and now I am the leader of the 'dead house rats'."

"So you still prefer 'big fee'?" I blinked: "Then from tomorrow, I will try my best to remember..."

"...Forget it." Fyodor interrupted me, he sighed softly: "Call it whatever you want."

"Anyway, as long as I admit that I'm your 'tip', Haruko won't let me leave, right?" While saying this, Fyodor held the edge of the quilt with one hand and stared intently into my eyes.

"Well, there's nothing wrong with that."

"Okay, then I'm Haruko's 'tip'." The boy's voice was inexplicably dry, as if he was suppressing some dissatisfaction: "It has been like this since a long time ago, and it will always be like this in the future. "

"……what?"

When I came back to my senses, the boy was already lying on my bed wrapped in a quilt, and a soft, nasally familiar voice came from my ear.

"Good night then, Haruko."