Writer saves the world

A dark and cold warehouse is not a suitable place to raise a child. It cannot get too much sunlight and cannot accommodate a larger children's bed.

Similarly, a treasure house full of precious books is not a playground for children, especially children who cannot control their powerful supernatural abilities and make a mess of gravity around them at every turn.

In order to raise the god cub who can't even speak well, moving has become an urgent and important issue for Oda Sakunosuke.

Wait a minute——Oda Sakunosuke stopped thinking about how to get a clean identity, stopped the hand of making milk powder for the cub, and looked at Futaba Tingming beside him.

Erye Tingming was sitting in the kotatsu, holding the child on his lap in a decent manner, and reading to him with a book in his hand.

If you ignore that all the jirigulu he reads are foreign languages ​​that Oda Sakunosuke can't understand, let alone children, this scene can be said to be very warm.But if it is purely based on the beauty of rhythm, he reads very well, the gentle and undulating tone is like a singing tone, as light and long as the mist on the water, but also elusive.

"Listen to the cry for a long time/autumn's/Fan Aling/stabbed me/melancholy/withered heart..."

The orange-haired child sitting in Erye Tingming's arms yawned a little. The wet eyelashes of the blue eyes were covered with water vapor, which seemed to have some brilliance in them. The big, round eyes were slightly tilted up. At the end of the eyes, when you look up and stare at you, it is full of innocent desires that people can't refuse.

Hungry, hungry.

The only thing that can make the cub resist drowsiness is the desire for sweet milk powder. Even though Erye Tingming bought back a lot of food suitable for the cub, it may be that the sweet memory of sweet milk powder is too deep, whether it is human food or food. In the eyes of Nakahara Nakahara, the food of monsters is not as good as a cup of sweet milk powder brewed by Oda Sakunosuke.

Usually, he also prefers to stick to Oda Sakunosuke, and even Teimaki Futaba's title of "papa" was transferred to Oda Sakunosuke, which made the 14-year-old Oda Sakunosuke misperceive his age from time to time.

For example, does he really have such a big son... and so on.

"So, it's all because I'm raising it." Oda Sakunosuke explained the facts to Erye Tingming in the tone of parents complaining about the child's care and neglect, and sent an irresponsible and condemning look to the other party.

Erye Tingming: "I really want to raise him well, but who makes him hold grudges more." As soon as he put down the book in his hand, the cub in his arms knew that today's reading time was over, and immediately crawled out from under his arm Rubbing to the side of Oda Sakunosuke, staring straight at his milk powder cup, stretched out his hand and said word by word: "I want to drink!"

Oda Sakunosuke asked while stirring in the cup, "Who wants to drink?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also tilted his head and thought for a while, then nodded affirmatively: "Me!"

His language learning progress is very fast. From the moment he picked it up, he couldn't speak a word, and now he can express himself in a stumbling manner. It only took less than a week in total, and he even learned the fifty-sound chart almost the same. Now, I can write some sentences crookedly.

Smart kids are always a crowd pleaser.

Oda Sakunosuke rubbed the cub's hair, handed him the cup, watched him slurp into the mug without looking up, and couldn't help showing the kind smile of the old father.

"You're obviously very happy..." Erye Tingming's low voice gradually faded away under the gaze of Oda Sakunosuke, and finally honestly changed the topic back to the beginning of moving.

"The bookstore has been renovated. I went to see it and it didn't taste good. I think I will move there recently." Erye Tingming took out the floor plan of the house and spread it out, pointing Jiangshan on the map, "The first floor is a bookstore Yes. You and Zhong Ye live in this room on the second floor. This room has better lighting and is closer to the main place of the earth veins. I live in the room next door. Then there is a small workshop for you, and you can work in it later. Write a manuscript."

His tone was flat, as if Oda Sakunosuke should have lived with them since birth.

Oda Sakunosuke was silent for a while, "We've only known each other for a month."

Even if he has never lived a normal life, he knows that no normal person will arrange someone he has known for less than a month into his new home... Well, although he is living in this warehouse in a very abnormal state. up.

"I know." Erye Tingming nodded, expressing that he hadn't forgotten how long they had known each other, "but you have to live in." He pointed and started practicing on the manuscript paper with a pen after drinking his milk (luan ) Nakahara Chuya, who learned (tu) and wrote (luan) characters (hua), "If you don't come together, he will tear down the house."

"I don't have the money to rebuild the house."

Futaba Tingming made a good point, and Oda Sakunosuke, who had seen Nakahara Chuya's ability to demolish the house, was persuaded.

"You're right." Oda Sakunosuke nodded slowly, and said again, "I will pay the rent."

"No, I don't need the money, I'm not going to squeeze the pocket money of minors." Erye Tingming touched his chin, trying to imitate the expression of a profiteer, "You write a book and write something good earlier, even if it is Your house rent is paid, and I will help you take care of the children as a rent gift. Ah, if you are willing to work in the bookstore, I can also count your wages."

It’s good that he doesn’t mention writing books, but when he mentions writing books, Oda Sakunosuke thinks of most of his gossip books, even if he has a little fever in his ears, “Ah… um.”

Now this hesitant Oda Sakunosuke probably didn't expect that there would be a day in the future when he would get so many updates by eating melons and gossip.

I'm writing, I'm writing, and I can finish writing almost at the end.

Next time, I will definitely not open the sunroof next time.

He was able to say the above speech without any guilt, and he didn't see the embarrassment at the moment.

But that was all in the future, and now Sakunosuke Oda is still a pure newcomer. After being spurred by Futaba Teimaki, he made up his mind to start writing diligently tomorrow, and never listened to the gossip and chatter of the gangsters outside.

Oda Sakunosuke thought about writing seriously, so he ignored that he was taken away by Erye Tingming again, not only was dug into Erye Tingming's small vegetable garden and took root, but also became Nakahara Chuya (crossed out) male mothers (crossed out) unpaid babysitters who have passed Minglu.

After successfully confirming with Oda Sakunosuke about moving into his own small vegetable garden, Erye Tingming happily pinched Nakahara Chuya's cheek. He had to say that it is troublesome to raise the god cub, but this face is still very cute of.

Well, the hand feel is quite good, the cheeks are soft and elastic, and it is not obvious that the ribs are protruding from the skinny body.

He pinched once, pinched twice, pinched three, four, five, six, seven, eight...

Nakahara Chuya's expression gradually turned from confused to angry. One second before he was about to let Erye Tingming feel the crushing force of gravity, Erye Tingming stuffed a gem in his mouth, "Before Eat that one, and I'll give you a new one."

"Eat more, eat big pieces, and eat a lot to grow taller." Erye Tingming moved nimbly, shoved the gem into it and shrank his hand to avoid the cub's bite attack, made a gesture of surrender and lifted himself up. The book on the side retreated strategically, "I still have an appointment later, so I won't disturb your parent-child time."

This time it was the attack of the floating manuscript paper, and the manuscript paper filled with Nakahara Chuya's distorted handwriting flew up, implicating the melon-eating memoir that Oda Sakunosuke pressed down at the bottom, like snowflakes.

Before Erye Tingming closed the warehouse door, he heard Oda Sakunosuke's rare emotional ups and downs, and angrily called the cub's name, "Nakahara Chuya!"

Ouch.

If it wasn't for the appointment time, Erye Tingming would actually want to sneak a peek at the follow-up at the window.

Although he is a book, literature is to a certain extent the manifestation of human selfish desires, and it is normal for Erye Tingming to have a mentality of eating melons.

Fortunately, Tingming Erye's time was running out, so the Yokohama god was beaten on the leg by the agile and seamless ex-assassin - this kind of shameful scene of Abi Hell was not widely known, and became a thoroughly buried black history.

Fortunately fortunately.

……

At this time, on the other side, Lan Tang was nestling on the sofa in the coffee shop, holding hot coffee and blowing on the hot air conditioner, sighing warmly.

During non-working hours when there is no dress code, he will not take off his thick coat indoors. The scarf tightly wraps around his neck, and the gloves do not leave a trace of skin exposed from the fingers to the wrists. Plush earmuffs for ears.With such a complete set of thermal equipment, the people around were already starting to feel hot.

Lan Tang didn't feel at all that such warm-keeping measures were just right for him in an air-conditioned room, but there was still a lingering chill on his fingertips, which made him move his fingers and stomp his feet, calculating his balance Whether the salary can buy a pair of warmer boots.

The coldest season of the year is coming soon. After spending a winter wandering the streets and almost freezing to death last year, Lantang dare not underestimate the power of Yokohama's winter.

It's a pity that he calculated the meager wages of his casino guards, deducted the surge in electricity, gas, installation and other expenses for heating in winter, and the remaining money was probably only enough for him to buy a pair of thicker socks.

money...

Lan Tang sipped the rim of his coffee cup, tangled up and down his winter shopping list, trying to find some more money - he was not good at this, it should be said that he was not very good at anything related to money.Lan Tang's concept of money is very bad. From time to time, the absurd idea that money will not be spent will come up, and if he is not careful, his wallet will be empty.

Maybe he used to be rich?

Lan Tang couldn't help guessing like this, but after thinking about the fact that no one came to look for him in the past year or so, he denied this possibility.

If he had been rich, at least someone would have confirmed his death.

Lantang stayed in the hospital for a long time after he was rescued from the explosion. In the ward, he saw many people looking for their relatives, and also witnessed many reunions after a long absence. Even the unrecognizable corpses were brought back to them. At home, only he waited alone until he was kicked out of the gate by the hospital.

Perhaps he had been a very nasty fellow?

He disappeared and no one wants to bring him back.

Lan Tang made this speculation reluctantly.

——The French government must have something to say here. In fact, they not only sent people, but also sent a lot of people. It can be said that all the intelligence system elites that can be sent in China have traveled to Japan, except for the Transcendence, just to confirm Rimbaud and Verlaine, the pair of transcendent partners.

Transcendents are not Chinese cabbages on the street, any one of them is a treasure that cannot be lost, let alone Rimbaud Verlaine's partner, one plus one is greater than two.

Knowing that they actually missed in Japan, a small country in the Far East, and that both of them were missing and suspected to be dead, the French high-level officials collapsed even more than their own mother.

Their death is a huge blow to the country's strength, but it sounds terrible that they are alive but can't come back. The information in the heads of the two transcendents is of high value, and their own existence is even more priceless.

Especially Verlaine, the experimental product of the artificial supernatural body research, and their mission goal this time, it is simply frightening to think carefully.

In fact, to this day, a large number of French intelligence personnel are looking for them in Japan, and they must be brought back no matter whether they are dead or alive, so as to protect the national interests from damage as much as possible.

But no one has ever discovered that Rimbaud—that is, the current Lantang is in Yokohama, wandering right under their noses.

Lan Tang sighed softly, with worry and exhaustion on his brows.

Erye Tingming pushed the door open and came in at this time, the chill brought in made Lan Tang shiver.

"Sorry, have you been waiting?"

"No..." Lan Tang put down his coffee cup, and naturally showed a faint smile, "I just arrived too."

In the corner of the coffee shop, a three-flowered cat lying lazily moved its ears, opened its eyes and silently watched the two talking not far away.

No one would care about a cat listening in. Even if he noticed, Lan Tang probably wouldn't refuse a warm baby who took the initiative to sneak into his arms.