The found Tuo is three and a half years old

Until now, I still can't tell the real intention of the bandage-wrapped boy in front of me.

I looked around and found no other traces, and although the eyes of the young man in front of me had the unique ruthlessness of the Mafia, I really don't think he can do anything to the two of us alone.

——He is a disabled person with only one eye, and he seems to be wounded. If he really uses his hands, Fyodor may be able to knock him down by himself.

"Someone announced a news in Yokohama, saying that a certain supernatural person died accidentally and left an inheritance of 5000 billion. For this money, the whole of Yokohama fell into such a chaos—" the boy said to Fyodor When he opened his mouth, what he said was somewhat irrelevant.

"Fighting for the sake of profit is what humans like to do the most." Fyodor responded casually: "So, what do you want to say?"

"The source of this news is unreliable." The boy's eyelids drooped slightly: "It's as if someone is deliberately covering up behind his back, whether it's the information of the deceased or the person who released the news, they are always hidden in the fog among."

"So what does this matter have to do with us?"

I was somewhat impatient to hear it from the sidelines. This guy is completely scheming in a tone of mystification, and his words are vague and unpredictable-I hate this appearance the most.

"Perhaps you should ask this question to the gentleman next to you, my lovely lady." The young man glanced at me, and then his eyes fell on Fyodor again: "Ask him why I want to create such chaos in Yokohama."

Hearing what he said, Fyodor suddenly chuckled.After a short pause, he said softly as if talking to himself: "Humans are always like this, they like to attribute their sins to other things."

"Obviously I am fighting endlessly for wealth, but I want to push the blame to the person who released the news, and even to the person who left the inheritance."

"This is not a trial court, and I'm not interested in finding out who is responsible for this battle." The bandage boy narrowed his eyes: "I'm just curious, so I came to say hello to you."

"Xiao--Fei." Deliberately prolonging the tone, he stared at Fyodor's expression, paused for a moment, and added: "Or I should call you by another name."

"'Magic' Fyodor."

"Mr. Osamu Dazai, an associate cadre of the port mafia." Fyodor also called out a name without hesitation: "If it's just a small talk, let's stop here."

"This battle will not end easily, it might be better to say that now is the real beginning."

Dazai Osamu didn't say anything more, and he didn't stay any longer. He seemed to have appeared inexplicably before, and then disappeared inexplicably on the streets of the slum.

"Quasi-cadres are also very powerful, right?" When the figure of that guy completely disappeared from my sight, I raised my head and asked Fyodor beside me: "That guy is also a member of the port mafia, but he... ..."

Just halfway through the words, the young man next to me suddenly bent down a little. In the next moment, I only felt that my feet had left the ground, and my original field of vision was suddenly stretched a lot higher——

I cried out in surprise, and in order to maintain my balance, I almost subconsciously embraced the boy's neck, so I heard Fyodor whisper in my ear:

"In this way, Haruko will be taller than that guy."

!!!

I was so shocked that I was speechless for a moment.

Maybe it's because I'm really obsessed with this matter, so I just opened my mouth, that guy Fyodor guessed what I was going to say, but what is he doing now!

The boy's strength is actually not very strong, the two slender arms holding me even trembled a little, his pale face was flushed red at the moment, and even his breathing was not smooth.But he still tried to lift me up a little higher—

"...You'd better put me down." I hurriedly said to him, "If you get hurt somewhere, I won't be asking you to take care of you in the end."

The teenager was almost speechless, but he still seemed to want to persevere, but unfortunately, his body seemed to have reached its limit.

After stepping on the ground again, I heard the boy in front of me seem to be relieved.Apparently it was too much effort for him to lift me up.

"But the idea of ​​tipping seems like a good idea."

I didn't let go of the hand holding his neck immediately, but simply put my face on his shoulder, and stroked his back with my hands to help him relax.

"It would indeed be much taller if it were lifted."

"After returning to Siberia, I'll ask Ivan to lift me. His strength is stronger."

Fyodor's body froze for a moment, and the next moment, the two arms that naturally fell on my shoulders tightened a little.

So I stuck in front of him completely.

"But I don't want others to touch Haruko."

Sticking it next to my ear, the young man murmured: "I like Haruko. I hope Haruko is only my favorite."

"I want to be Haruko's lover, I want to be the closest to Haruko, and I want to be the only one who can hug Haruko like this."

"I grew up beside Haruko, for me, Haruko is the most important person in this world, so I want to always be by Haruko's side from now on—"

I was completely overwhelmed.

I don't know what Fyodor's feelings mean, I've never experienced anything like it, and I've never been told how to deal with it.

Although I have lived for hundreds of years, no one told me what liking and love really mean, no one told me why people want to hold hands, why they want to hug, why they want to use Lip prints and skin touch to express intimacy——

I probably haven't liked anyone, and I don't know what it feels like to like and be liked.

It's just that the heartbeat is inexplicably faster, and it's just that the breathing is inadvertently a little short.

But I clearly remember the first time I hugged the frozen little guy in my arms, the first time I left my teeth marks on his face, the first time I hugged him to sleep, the first time When I brushed his hair for the first time, my emotions would not have such inexplicable subtle changes.

——Is it because the little guy's body changes so fast that people feel different?

I shook my head, letting the boy's clothes rub against the skin on my forehead.

This problem is so complicated that I can't figure it out at all.

"Haruko doesn't need to be entangled, and she doesn't need to give me an answer right away." The boy's palm lightly brushed my hair hanging down behind, and he said softly, "Haruko is willing to come to Yokohama with me, I'm very happy."

"As long as Haruko is always by my side, that's enough."