Writer saves the world

Erye Tingming filled a warehouse full of books, and Oda Sakunosuke didn't go into the origin at all. Even though the books with the same name and surname as the author had unusual meanings everywhere, he didn't want to think about whether it happened to have the same name as him. Or another of his works in a parallel time and space.

It's better to be a man who knows less, not to mention that even if he gets to the bottom of things and makes everything clear about Erye Tingming, what can he do?

Oda Sakunosuke just wants to read now, just pick a book from the bookshelf, and he can be so addicted to every word that he doesn't know day and night, like a mouse that fell into a rice bowl.

So Erye Tingming directly gave him the warehouse key. "You can come here whenever you want, and you can read any book you want, just put it back in the original place after finishing it." He generously promised, "No outsiders will disturb this place... I used a little trick, But if you leave, please be careful on the road, the neighborhood is always too lively at night."

Oda Sakunosuke took the key without hesitation this time, "Thank you. Then I won't be polite."

There is nothing to hesitate - he has already jumped into the hole Erye Tingming dug for him, and he feels good that he filled a few shovelfuls of soil into it, so there is no need to waste time with pretentious suspicion.

Oda Sakunosuke held the key with peace of mind and began to visit this warehouse frequently.He is in a state of resignation and waiting for work, and he has a lot of free time to squander freely, so that after a long time, Teimaru Erye has the illusion that Oda Sakunosuke is the designated NPC stationed in the warehouse. Whenever he comes, this They all maintained the same posture, sitting under the lamp reading one or another book.

At the beginning, Tingming Erye only prepared the simplest tables and chairs in the warehouse. Later, every time he came here, Oda Sakunosuke would consciously add something new here, from cushions, table lamps, paper and pens for extracting records, to sleeping bags to meet the needs of food and clothing. Instant noodle electric kettle——as the weather turned colder as autumn deepened, he even bought a kotatsu, and when Erye Tingming appeared, he was not very enthusiastic to invite him to come in to keep warm.

In less than a month, the well-furnished corner of the warehouse has become more like Sakunosuke Oda’s comfort zone than the abandoned villa. The books in the warehouse have brought him an unprecedented sense of belonging, and they are obviously the first time he has seen them. His works are like his lost and recovered treasures.

So much so that he slept more peacefully during the nights he spent here.

Futaba Tingming is happy with Oda Sakunosuke's behavior as a designated NPC in the warehouse.There is nothing wrong with that, the longer he stays, the deeper the little beet will take root in his vegetable garden, the more books he reads, the richer the nutrients he will absorb, and the sweeter the future fruit will be.

Although the hunger made him miserable, he didn't mind a little longer for the delicious food.

What's more, Futaba Tingming didn't only have Oda Sakunosuke, a small beet, as a food reserve.

……

"Here he is again."

As soon as Erye Tingming walked into the gate of the casino, Lan Tang heard a joking reminder from his colleague.

In fact, there is no need to remind him that he has already noticed the appearance of Erye Tingming - that beautiful face is really eye-catching among all the guests, and this person, with his superb gambling skills and excessive good luck, did not It didn't take long to gain a lot of fame.

When Erye Tingming visited here for the second time, he was politely invited by the manager to the reception room on the second floor. Rimbaud didn't know what they talked about in the room, but from that day on, this young gambling expert accepted The employment of Mafia at the port knocked down the positions of several peers in just one month, and became famous in the underground world of Yokohama.

Of course, Erye Tingming's net worth also turned up and down, with an unknown number of zeros added.

But apart from the "job" assigned by his employer, Erye Tingming only haunts the small casino where Lantang works from time to time, sitting down with a sense of humor, playing a few cards and throwing a few chips, controlling the winning and losing just right, and not stalking his employer a piece of wool.

Erye Tingming's operation, of course, is not to come here to play alone, and he has never concealed his purpose, the goal is so clear that Lan Tang can't even pretend not to know.

If Lan Tang wasn't a person with supernatural abilities that still has some value to be discovered, he might have been cleaned up and packed up for bed. They were tied up on the boat of this faction.

It is rare for the manager to be kind to Lan Tang, but unfortunately that bald and greasy face is too unappetizing, no matter how much he tries to put on a smiling face, Lan Tang just wants to stuff his head into the toilet——Lan Tang really thought about this matter seriously The maneuverability of the matter and almost put it into practice, if it wasn't for the warm air from the air conditioner reminding him that he still couldn't lose this job.

The economic situation in Yokohama has been terrible in the past two years. The coolies pulling goods at the port have to compete for jobs. In addition to his personal situation of being a criminal and amnesia, he lost his current job. He will sleep on a park bench next month. .

Is it to fool the young, beautiful and generous "golden master", or to worry about food and clothing in Yokohama's cold and biting winter?

Lantang didn't know what his former self would choose, but every day he wandered on the streets of Yokohama after amnesia told him that bowing his head to reality is not a shameful thing.

"Good evening." Lan Tang suppressed the irritability and anger in his heart, and pulled the corner of his mouth to send a signal of intimacy to Erye Tingming.

"Good evening." Erye Ting replied with a smile, took a glass of juice from the waiter's tray, and ordered a cup of hot coffee for Lan Tang alone under the manager's nose.

The manager turned a blind eye to this flirting behavior, and even encouraged Lan Tang to wink his eyes, the flesh on his face was wrinkled as if his eyes were cramped.

As a result, Lantang followed the good advice and started to go to work to catch fish in an open and aboveboard manner.The hot coffee with enough milk and sugar tasted more like a sweet drink, Lan Tang sipped it while looking at Erye Tingming.

In all fairness, if the manager hadn't intervened, Erye Tingming's face alone would have established a good initial liking in his heart—especially when he smiled, the arcs of his eyebrows and eyes were cold and perfunctory, half-warm Ruan is stingy with giving, but the mole at the end of the eye just needs to move with a smile, and it will add a bit of inexplicable to the whole face...

Lively and fragrant.

If Lan Tang hadn't been trapped in a blank past and couldn't find an exit, he thought that he might be happy to have some development with this person.

After all, who doesn't like to stick with beauties.

Lan Tang drank the hot coffee slowly, listened to Erye Tingming's literary topics at random, and suddenly said: "I will change shifts soon."

Erye Tingming heard the string song and knew the elegance, "There is a restaurant nearby that tastes good, I wonder if I have the honor to invite you to dinner?"

He lowered his head slightly in an inviting gesture, his long eyelashes drooping to cover the emotion in his eyes, making the smile on his face ambiguous and elusive.

Lan Tang looked at him for a while, then nodded slowly.

But it is said that it is a nearby restaurant, but it actually crossed half of Yokohama all the way. When we arrived, the night was already dark, and the cold wind tore the air, making sharp and shrill sounds.Lan Tang buried his face in the scarf, because of the cold exuded unpleasant emotions all over his body.

Fortunately, the French chef in the restaurant has superb cooking skills, and every dish is delicious, which fully pleases Lan Tang's feeling of being cold, tired and numb, and saves a little impression.

Well, not bad.

Lan Tang reservedly divided the food on the plate with a knife and fork. He used the knife and fork proficiently - so proficient that it was impossible to see that he had completely forgotten how to use these tableware before, and when he just woke up he used chopsticks Learned for days not to drop food.

Knives and forks are the tableware he is familiar with.

...and the taste of the food, which is also very familiar.

Whether it's what he sees with his eyes, smells with his nose, or tastes with his tongue, everything he feels tells him that food should be like this.

French cuisine, which is rare in Japan, is the "taste of home" engraved in his flesh and blood for him.

Something in Lan Tang's empty head was awakened by this familiar smell, he couldn't piece together any meaningful picture, but he instinctively knew that it was a remnant of his past.

Even when the chef came to the table and asked them how they were eating, he was driven by this feeling to open his mouth to say something, and the words were ready to come out and blocked in his throat, but it didn't prevent him from knowing that it was French.

His head forgot, his body remembered.

France... I have a deep connection with France.

Discovering an important clue about his past made Lan Tang feel better, so much so that his cold body was warmed up by his heartbeat all the time, and Erye Tingming's already good face was even more pleasing to the eye.

Erye Tingming was talking to him about the book he was reading recently, and the story was described by him with wonderful twists and turns. Even though Lan Tang had no interest in literature before, he thought he could read it to pass the time.

By the way... find some common language.

"Sounds very interesting." Lan Tang said, looking at Erye Tingming softly.

Erye Tingming was in high spirits, "Then I'll bring it to you next time."

"Okay." Lan Tang agreed, pulled out a napkin, and wrote his mobile phone number on it—this action also gave him a strange sense of familiarity, as if he had received many napkins with such numbers written on them.

It seems that someone still sneered coldly at this, that person...

The nerve needle-like pain interrupted the memory segment that Lan Tang sneaked out from the past. He rubbed his forehead, and the blankness of memory instantly overwhelmed the familiar blue.

"You can ask me out directly - next time." Lan Tang folded up the napkin and put it in Erye Tingming's palm, he didn't even realize that he pinched Erye Tingming's fingertips, the action was ambiguous and natural.

Erye Tingming realized it, but unfortunately, just like the world consciousness complained, books don't understand people's hearts, and Erye Tingming couldn't immediately understand the deep hint represented by this action—until he sent Lan Tang to the door of his house and was amnesiac The Frenchman hugged his cheeks intimately, and then he touched his own cheeks, thoughtfully.

"Is he... trying to sleep with me?"

Futaba Tingming, who is currently reading a masterpiece of a certain writer, raised a question to the world consciousness.

The world consciousness sighed softly, trying not to make the irony too obvious.

He answered Erye Tingming's question with a quote from another famous writer.

[Eating and borrowing books are two extremely ambiguous things. 】

【One loan, one return, one invitation, one go, the relationship is thus formed. 】

You invite people to dinner, talk about literature at the table, say "I read an interesting book and I'll lend it to you next time", and send people to your door in the middle of the night...

To be fair, if the Frenchman opposite hadn't lost his memory, you should be lying on his bed by now after washing up.

Erye Tingming: "Although I have no evidence, I think you are talking nonsense."

According to the theory of world awareness, wouldn't it be the rhythm of Oda Sakunosuke who is currently hiding in the warehouse for saving his life?

But everyone knows that Oda Sakunosuke just wants to read books.

So Erye Tingming quickly stopped worrying about this fluffy little problem, and just thought it was Lan Tang's slippery hand.

The next time I met Lan Tang, Erye Tingming brought Lan Tang an extra copy of Rimbaud's Poems in addition to the agreed upon one.

There is no other meaning, but Lan Tang and Rimbaud's names are pronounced similarly, which is quite a fate, so Erye Tingming followed his intuition and picked this book - taking into account that Lan Tang might not understand French, he I chose the Japanese version carefully translated by Nakahara Chuya from the Imperial Library.