My brother is not a good person

Aiya, known as "Favorite Dad", finally painted different colors of nail polish on each finger in Zhongyuan Zhongye.

After finishing her fingers, she smiled and bared her small white teeth.

"Dad, look! You have a rainbow in your hand!"

Looking at the excitement on his daughter's face, and at his colorful fingernails, Nakahara was also silent.

He hesitated to speak, took a breath, pursed his lower lip, and replied with great difficulty: "It's more than just a rainbow."

This is three more colors than red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple.

With her father's affirmation, Aiya was even happier.

She put away the nail polish, turned to open the cosmetic bag, took out various makeup brushes from it, and looked at Zhongya Nakahara expectantly.

"Papa, Papa!" the girl called repeatedly, "Can I continue?"

Just by looking at her nails, she knew that she was purely playing now, and Zhongyuan Zhong also took a deep breath with a dry smile.

"can."

He nodded stiffly, looked at the makeup brush that poked hard on the eyeshadow palette, and closed his eyes in pain.

After Aiya's "hands-on" processing, the makeup she designed for Zhongya Zhongyuan was freshly baked.

Holding up the small mirror, the girl asked her father's opinion more and more confidently: "Dad, do you think it looks good?"

nice?There is no way to connect it with good looks!

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at himself in the mirror, and almost couldn't catch his breath.

Forget about the royal blue eyeshadow that covered the entire eye socket, how could there be such a wonderful color of bright orange in Laya's lipstick?Shouldn't lipstick be red?At most it is pink, right?

But even so, he also stumbled to express his opinion: "It's kind of difficult...it's rare."

How can this blunt turning point be hidden from Aiya?

Her small mouth shrunk, and even her eyebrows furrowed in the middle.

"Dad is trying to say it's ugly? I also feel that I don't seem to be doing so well..."

"no!"

Zhong Yuan also closed his eyes, and threw the conscience group into the trash can.

"Dad just thought it was very novel and rare."

But something like conscience will eventually make a comeback.

"It's just no, it's not that pretty."

Worried about hurting his daughter's "fragile" heart, and not planning to persuade her to stop, Mr. Cadre explained sincerely: "It must be that Aiya is not proficient enough, just ask Fyodor and Dazai to practice more. gone."

After hearing her father's suggestion, Aiya nodded in agreement, "Then I'll go find my uncle now!"

She left as soon as she said, but she didn't forget the pile of things she brought.

Although for many people, finding Fyodor's family is an impossible task.

But Aiya didn't find it difficult at all.

Holding Luo Jia with one hand and the shoulder strap of the backpack with the other, Aiya walked around with ease, and finally walked into the entrance of an abandoned subway.

Before the person facing the many computer screens could turn around, she let go of Luo Jia's leash, put the backpack at her feet, and rushed straight to him.

"uncle!!!"

The little shell fell into Fyodor's leg, and he climbed onto his swivel chair on all fours.

She tugged at the fur collar of her cloak for balance.

"is it okay?"

Hearing this sentence, Fyodor's usual elegant smile did not show a trace of stiffness.

They all knew what Aiya wanted to do.

This is why Aiya only asked if it was possible.

When facing my uncle, I can always feel at ease without having to explain a lot.

Aiya likes such an uncle.

Looking at the orange-haired little girl standing on his chair, Fyodor didn't hesitate for a long time.

After all, the pair of grape reds carved out of the same mold as Laya are flickering, and even the curved arc of the smile is damn similar.

A sentence full of disgust, "It's really stupid." When it came to his mouth, it turned into a helpless "Yes."

Staring at his fingers gradually covered with gray-purple nail polish, Fyodor decided to help Aya.

"When I go to find your Uncle Dazai, he must be sleeping."

A mouse is hostile to a certain fox sitting in an office in the headquarters building.

"So Aiya doesn't need to ask him, just get started directly."

Keeping her uncle's instructions in mind, Aiya asked: "Is it really okay not to ask Uncle Dazai's opinion?"

"How could Dazai refuse your request?" Fyodor smiled softly, "If he hesitates at all, Aiya will praise him more."

"Didn't I say that? When Dazai didn't agree to you immediately, he must have wanted to be praised."

As an old opponent who has pitted against Osamu Dazai for more than ten years, Fyodor naturally knows how to make the other party feel pain.

In this respect, the best executor is none other than Aiya.

The little girl who was only three or four years old was terribly energetic and sweet-mouthed.

Whether it is "I like you so much!" or "Thank you, you are so kind!", all kinds of sweet words, stupid human cubs can always open their mouths.

And on this basis, what is more lethal is...

Even he couldn't tell the sincerity from the real in the words.

After drying the nail polish on his nails, Fyodor closed his eyes, and then made suggestions: "Dazai has more room to play than us."

"Isn't Aiya always worried about the eye under Dazai's bandage? Let's draw one for him."

"Green is the color of life, so it must suit him very well. What do you think of Aiya?"

"There is also blush, has Aiya never tried it? A pale-faced person like Dazai really needs blush to enhance his complexion."

Hearing this, Aiya who had been nodding seriously stopped her hands.

Picking up the makeup bag, she responded very thoughtfully: "In this case, uncle needs blush too!"

She remembered it clearly.

My mother said that my uncle was anemic since he was a child, so he didn't look very healthy.

Since blush can make people look more energetic, how can uncle be missing?

The girl grabbed the makeup brush, poked the blush directly, and then rushed to the other's cheekbones.

The bright red contrasted sharply with his pale complexion.

After finishing the blush, Aiya found out the purple lip glaze that she had prepared earlier, and applied it on Fyodor's lips.

This was the closest she could find to the color of her uncle's eyes!

It's not easy!

Drawing on her hands-on experience on Dad's face, she didn't apply it too thickly this time.

But the color rendering of this lip glaze itself is already very high, and the difference can be clearly seen even with thin application.

Wiping off the lip gloss that she had accidentally lined her lips, Aiya happily raised the small mirror again and asked the same question.

"How does uncle feel?"

How about it?not so good.

Fyodor twitched the corner of his mouth, and replied dryly: "It may be better than I expected..."

It would be better without this blush.

Shaking his gray-purple fingertips, Fyodor said goodbye to Aiya who had finished packing and was about to return to the mafia headquarters building at the port.

As soon as Aiya's back disappeared, he immediately called up the monitoring along the way, and was always ready to eavesdrop on what happened in Osamu Dazai's office through directional light wave eavesdropping.

In any case, once this good show is missed, it is a very regrettable thing.

But however heartbreaking it would be to miss it, Fyodor wasn't about to tell someone who was looking in the mirror at how to remove makeup.

Aiya, who was walking on the road, knew nothing about what happened to her father and uncle.

She was still leading Luo Jia, carrying a backpack, and walked into the headquarters building while humming.

The guard was also used to her appearance, so he didn't even stop her, letting her run to the elevator door familiarly.

Pressing the switch of the elevator, Aiya shook her head and hummed an out-of-tune tune, waiting expectantly for the elevator to arrive.

I will be able to show my skills for the third time soon, and with more suggestions from my uncle, I will definitely be more successful!

With confidence in her uncle, the orange-haired girl pushed open the door of the office, and saw Osamu Dazai lying on the recliner.

If her uncle hadn't told her that she could do it directly, she would definitely have consulted Uncle Dazai.When she couldn't get Uncle Dazai's permission, she would naturally not do it.

But uncle said so.

"Just get started."

The girl took out the eyeliner, and after several struggles, she finally took the green one.

She climbed onto the recliner in threes and fives, sat down on the other's chest, pulled off the cap of the pen, and drew a stroke on the bandage around the right eye.

After outlining the shape of the eyes, she slid off the recliner and began to worry about the makeup bag.

What color can be closer to the color of Uncle Dazai's eyes?

Red doesn't seem right, but neither is brown...

After searching in the cosmetic bag for a long time, Aiya finally determined the final answer from the nail polish.

A well-chosen reddish-brown that is very close to iris, but still somewhat reddish.

The redness is more obvious when painted in the green eye sockets.

Considering the unity of the whole, Aiya drew dark green eye shadow on Osamu Dazai's eyelids.

And the other party's lack of resistance made her feel embarrassed.

So, she rejected her original choice and took out the dazzling fluorescent Barbie powder.

Meticulously spread the Barbie powder evenly, and Aiya breathed a sigh of relief as if she was done.

She stood on the ground, pinched the yellow nail polish brush with dead leaves, and finished the final part of the project.

Just when Aiya was thinking about what he could improve, the door of the office was pushed open unexpectedly.

Looking at the door blankly, she looked at Rimbaud and Verlaine.

Roja wagged his tail at Rimbaud.

Aiya also happily raised her hands.

"Uncle Rimbaud, Uncle Verlaine! When did you come back!"

She completely forgot that the nail polish she was holding hadn't been covered, so she splashed Osamu Dazai half of her body.

"This morning."

Dazai Osamu's sober answer came from behind Aiya.

He sat up, wiping the nail polish off his face.

"Although being poisoned to death seems to be a good way to die, but judging by Aiya's approach, I'm afraid I will be choked to death by nail polish first."

"I already feel the smell of nail polish in my mouth. Aiya quickly brought the nail polish remover and let Uncle Dazai take a sip. If you are a good boy, you will definitely be able to help Uncle Dazai, right?"

He didn't think there was any problem with this sentence at all, he pointed to Rambo Verlaine who had just opened the door and continued.

"Look, Uncle Dazai has called them here for you, can't you ask Aiya to do this little favor..."

Aiya looked left and right, and finally touched Osamu Dazai's clothes.

She sniffed, blinked and said, "Thank you Uncle Dazai! Uncle Dazai is so kind! I like Uncle Dazai!"

Seeing Osamu Dazai's froze expression instantly, Verlaine smiled and said, "So there are things you can't handle."

But the next second, he couldn't laugh anymore.

"Uncle Rimbaud, Uncle Verlaine, can I help you make up?"

After Verlaine reminded them of their existence with one sentence, Aiya took Luo Jia and ran in front of the two of them.

She reached out and grabbed Rimbaud's skirt, shaking it obediently.

"I can fix it soon, and I will definitely not delay the work of the uncles!"

But how can the key to this question be whether to delay work?Shouldn't it be such an unconventional makeup look, is there anyone who can control it?

Just as Verlaine was about to refuse, he heard Rimbaud, who had always been slow, say "Yes."

The long-haired man with earmuffs and a scarf pointed at his partner beside him, and said unhurriedly, "Aiya... Let's transform Verlaine first."

As he said that, he even used supernatural powers to trap the opponent in place.

"You don't have to worry about him not agreeing..." Rimbaud said with a rare gentle smile.