Writer saves the world

When it was about to dawn, there was light snow in Yokohama.Fine snowflakes fluttered and fell, shining finely under the light of the street lamps.

This is the first snow in Yokohama this year, earlier than usual.The snowflakes fell on the ground and mixed into the soil, turning into a wet and dirty mud.

The snow was still falling until dawn, and the traces of thin snow were hidden in the grayish white sky. When it was about to fall to the ground, it was not clear that this was another annoying misty drizzle.

Zhong Yuanzhong also lay on the window sill, stretched out his hand from the window, and waited for the snow to fall into his hand—although it only existed for a moment, he did see the hexagonal elf in his palm.

He carefully wiped off the little water marks left by the snowflakes in his palm, closed the window and jumped off the table before his parents found out, cleared his throat again, and casually recited the poem he had just read not long ago.

"Amidst the filthy sorrow, the fine snow is falling today.

In the midst of filth and sorrow, the breeze blows today to visit. "

The poet who wrote this poem has the same name as him. Erye Tingming told him that he was a talented poet. The name is the same as that poet—hopefully, he can become such an outstanding poet in the future.

Tingming Erye said it swearingly, and Oda Sakunosuke, who guessed something inside, kept silent about it, so he called Nakahara Nakaya to really believe that there is a genius and smart in this world, whose works are so good that they are included in textbooks The famous poet is called Nakahara Chuya, and under the guidance (bu) of Erye Tingming, he uttered the rhetoric of "I will be better than him in the future".

Also because of this same name, the cub Nakahara Chuya is naturally full of intimacy with the poems of [Nakahara Chuya], and it is even more so when it is actually opened—how should I put it, I am shocked by every word of those poems. It seemed to step on his heart, singing and dancing, making him fascinated and wishing that the whole person could get into the poem.

Up to now, the poet Nakahara Nakaya has overtaken other poets and writers in a corner, and successfully reached the top of the [My Favorite Writer List] in the cub Nakahara Nakaya's heart, and he is about to become the cub's life idol.

Erye Tingming was delighted with this, and specially took out the collection of Nakahara Chuya's poems from the castle tower that had not yet been included in the reprint as a meal for the child, hoping with great anticipation that the cub could fully absorb the nutrients from his own body. Produce sweeter and more delicious fruits.

And Oda Sakunosuke, who watched Erye Tingming fooling the child...

Well, Oda Sakunosuke also likes the writer Oda Sakunosuke.When he was also looking forward to the "Song of the Goat" in the Central Plains, Oda Sakunosuke also mustered up the courage to take down the "Couple and Wife" from the shelf.

He originally thought that "The Kindness of the Couple" was the same as "I Am a Cat", which only told one story throughout, but he didn't expect it to be a collection of many short stories, as if someone was sitting at his desk, clicking Smoking a cigarette and drinking wine, he told him stories one after another in a strong Osaka accent.

"A Good Couple" is very good, "Vulgar Stinky" and "Firefly" are also very interesting, but after reading "Seamless Clothes", which has the same name as his supernatural power, he felt inexplicably that there was something missing in the ending.

But it seems that because of the lack of something, it highlights the original flavor that "seamless" should have.

But no matter what, it is always close.

Compared with the serious works that have a sense of distance and insist that he must understand something, Sakunosuke Oda prefers to read such works full of little people and worldly fireworks, and the short stories of the parents are like a collection of gossip. The noisy text brought him back to the small wine table when he listened to the gangsters bragging on Warehouse Street—it was so warm that he couldn't help smiling.

It turns out that you can still write like this.

Oda Sakunosuke couldn't help thinking this way, as if he had received a key from himself in another world, opening the door that had never been opened in his heart.

That's how it was written.

Oda Sakunosuke's large pile of manuscript paper filled with the night gossip of gangsters in the warehouse street, finally added some other words on a night when it was snowing.

To write is to write about people, and the stories written are the reflection of life, so...

He might start with himself.

He thought it would be a long night of trudging through memories, but he was surprised when he wrote the pen, as if those words had been waiting behind the scenes for a long time, and he couldn't wait to perform tragicomedy scenes on the manuscript paper.

It wasn't until he heard the voice of Nakahara Nakaya reciting poems outside that Oda Sakunosuke recovered from that blurred state. His body was stiff from sitting upright all night, and his eyes were sore and swollen.

It is already morning.Oda Sakunosuke stopped writing, gathered up the manuscript paper full of words, opened the door and asked Nakahara Chuya, "What do you want to eat in the morning?"

Nakahara was also looking for Oda Sakunosuke, and ran over as soon as he heard his voice, "It's all right!" After he finished speaking, he followed Oda Sakunosuke into the kitchen like a little follower, eager to give Oda Sakunosuke an apron Tying a bow tie, he said again, "It's snowing outside, it's snowing a lot."

Oda Sakunosuke glanced out the window—the sporadic snowflakes could not be called heavy snow.Traveling all over the world and seeing the ex-killer in the north who was able to collapse the house under heavy snow, he wanted to laugh at the child's fuss, and then remembered that Erye Tingming had hinted to him that Zhong Ye was not very old. Maybe this was the first time the child saw snow.

"Then let's go out and play for a while." Oda Sakunosuke touched the knot that Nakahara Nakaya tied behind the apron, making sure that he didn't tie him an inextricable knot, took out the ingredients from the refrigerator, and fed Nakahara Nakahara Also a small piece of sausage.

"Okay!" Zhong Yuanzhong was not very hungry, and ran outside with a sausage in his mouth.Although there is no accumulation of snow outside in this weather, shouldn't it be right to play in the snow outside when it snows?

While bouncing down the stairs, Zhong Yuanzhong also recited the poem he hadn't finished reading just now, "...Among the filthy sorrow, the setting sun disappears everywhere."

His own ability doesn't have a name yet, so Nakahara decided to name it "Dirty Sadness" - this name sounds super cool, even more handsome than Oda-san's "Seamless Clothes".

Nakahara Nakaya, who was born two years ago, did not learn to teach himself without a teacher, and pretended to be cool and handsome. He leaped several steps and jumped down the stairs, then trotted through the entire bookstore, and slammed open the clean and shiny glass door.

call--

The cold wind rushed towards him, mixed with fine and clean snowflakes, the chill that fell on his face was unnoticeable, but it was like a kiss as light as a butterfly on his cheek.

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt a little itchy and cold and shrank his neck, and started to explore the surroundings with great interest-a little snowflake did not make a huge difference to the surroundings, it was wet and dirty, and looked at it when it was raining. It looks the same, but in his eyes, everything is different because of the snow, as if those hexagonal crystal elves have mysterious magic.

Then, Zhongyuan also heard a thin whimper, which was soft and weak like the noise in the wind, but it couldn't escape his ears with the bonus of earth vein perception.

Following the sound, he turned around and found the gap between the two houses a few meters away from the bookstore. It was a narrow gap that he found difficult to get in. It was full of old furniture and old furniture thrown in by someone. Rotten cardboard, because the gap is too narrow and dirty, no one wants to clean it up, but stray cats and dogs will spend the night in it.

So at first when he saw the big black mass curled up in the trash, Zhong Yuanzhong also thought it was a stray dog ​​frozen in it. He was a little scared and excited at the same time whether he could raise a big dog, but He patted his chest and observed carefully, and found that the dark, dirty and wet clothes were clearly where a thin and small child was frozen.

No, there is more than one.

Nakahara Zhongya's excellent eyesight allowed him to capture the smaller child who was hugged in a black mass in his arms. The weak whimper he heard was from this child. There was a pair of dark and shiny eyes, filled with pleading and helpless eyes.

"save……"

"elder brother……"

A hand as thin as a stick of firewood stretched out to him, and the young child whose lips were blue from the cold looked at him stubbornly, as if he was looking at the only ray of light in the darkness.

Zhong Yuan Zhong also subconsciously wanted to reach out and grab the little hand, but suddenly realized that he just couldn't cope with the current situation, so he raised his voice without hesitation, so that the whole street could be heard.

"Oda—Oda brother——!"

If you encounter difficulties, of course you must call the almighty Oda brother (ma) brother (ma)!

……

When Nakahara Nakaya called Oda Sakunosuke, Oda Sakunosuke was preparing breakfast in the kitchen, chatting with Futaba Tingming who had just woken up.

"It smells so good." Erye Tingming leaned against the kitchen door and sighed sincerely.

"You speak like you've never eaten a sandwich." Oda Sakunosuke glanced at Erye Tingming out of the corner of his eye, and found that today's Erye Tingming was radiant and smiling more attractively than usual, but he could understand why he gambled This is the guy at the table who can make opponents make mistakes one after another just by looking at them.

Who doesn't like beauties—if one is stared at by such beauties with those deep and penetrating black eyes, and is seduced by the charm that seems to be able to suck people in, the heart will tremble even if the mind is a little weak.

Of course, Futaba Teimaki's great achievements at the gaming table were also heard by Oda Sakunosuke from Warehouse Street.Thanks to those gangsters, others can get a general idea of ​​Erye Tingming's movements by reading in the warehouse. Maybe they know more about his opponents at the gambling table than the information provided by the port Mafia.

For example, the port Mafia would not tell Erye Tingming that the man who lost to him at the blackjack table three days ago had to be slapped by a woman on the bed to get hard.

Oda Sakunosuke didn't know why, but he was shocked.

So he also shared this interesting gossip with Erye Tingming. Erye Tingming covered his face and sighed, "I'm afraid I won't be able to look at that gentleman tonight."

This time, Port Mafia's commission is two out of three rounds. If Futaba Tingming wins Port Mafia tonight, he will overthrow the Takase Club and win the priority right to operate Yokohama's underground casino—how much profit can the specific employer get from it? Ting Ming doesn't care, he only cares about the quotation of the task of port Mafia.

After he rejected several commissions from the port of Mafia, the price was raised for him in a reasonable manner, because they gave him a lot, so Erye Tingming would take two business orders from time to time to subsidize his family.

There is no way, who makes the bookstore unable to make money Erye Tingming is a man who has to support his family, not to mention other things, at least he can't lose money from Zhongyuan Zhongye's milk powder, otherwise the earth veins will let him know why Hua'er is so popular.

Because the [-]% mission completion rate is too impressive, the Mafia contact person who contacted Erye Tingming implicitly hinted that the top Mafia leader is very optimistic about his ability. If there is no accident, he will Received an invitation from that leader to take him, a young man with outstanding gambling skills, into his pocket.

Yes, Erye Tingming has been digging the beet for so long, and he has become a delicious and tender beet in the eyes of others.

In this regard, Erye Tingming responded to the temptation of the matchmaker in a friendly manner, saying that as long as he has money, he can talk about anything. It is best to have more money and less business than the Tokyo metropolitan area. The base camp takes root in the short term.

Speaking of this, Futaba Tingming couldn't help listening to Oda Sakunosuke chanting a few words about the leader of the port Mafia. It is said that he has been a ruthless and tough man since he was young. In recent years, he has become more and more suspicious due to his aging. Conceited, even the lowest thugs of Warehouse Street knew of his moodiness and had heard rumors of him beating lovers to death.

Oda Sakunosuke said: "If it weren't for the war outside now, Yokohama might be dragged into the firefight by that leader and destroyed."

Although he didn't think highly of the leader of the port Mafia, he still affirmed Erye Tingming's vision in choosing an employer.

"If you had chosen the Takase Club, you might be dead by now."

Takase has done a lot of things that turn his back on his face and cheat on his debts, and he can turn out several pages of black history casually.

Erye Tingming smiled and said, "My luck has always been pretty good." As he spoke, he naturally started another topic, "You look in a good mood, let me guess... your writing is good. gone?"

Oda Sakuyuki's assistant paused, licked his lips and admitted: "It's just a short story, not really, but I think it's well written—"

He was a little hesitant to continue talking, but Erye Tingming had already asked the question in his heart before he finished tangling, "Can I take a look?"

He could already smell the aroma of excellent works in his room, so fragrant that he couldn't lie down and couldn't wait to get out of bed and wait for dinner.

Meal, hungry.

Those deep and penetrating black eyes stare at you with moisture, like small animals waiting to be fed.

Oda Sakunosuke couldn't help feeling a little guilty, sighed and raised his hands in surrender, "The manuscript is on my desk."

Before he finished speaking, Zhongyuan Zhongye called his mother (bushi) loudly from outside.

"Oda—Oda brother——!"

"It's going to kill someone——!!!"