The Melancholy of Miss Port Mafia

"Although it's a bit late, I still want to add this sentence for my immature colleagues: Welcome to this country, miss." After saying this sentence, Ango Sakaguchi seemed to realize his slip of the tongue, and hurriedly shut his mouth , like a shell snapped shut on a beach.

Mori Yuki lowered his eyes and smiled in front of him: "...Well, thank you for your kindness, Mr. Sakaguchi."

Since he was seven years old, this is the first time he has encountered such a naive official.He should at least know the Ministry of Internal Affairs' plans and arrangements for her, but he can say such things.

How should I evaluate...the conscience is not lost, or the kindness is too good?

Even in the face of young seniors, Mr. Sakaguchi could not hold back the adult preaching after all: "Forgive me, you are not yet 16 years old, and you are far away from adulthood. 16-year-old children should sit in the classroom and read books. , exercise, study for exams, play with friends instead of getting bloodied and immersed in the dark."

Speaking of this, the young man moved forward eagerly and said, "Can you trust me once? As long as you are willing, I will do my best!"

"Pfft...hahahahahaha!"

"Ah! I'm sorry!" The girl laughed for a long time, until Ango Sakaguchi's blushing forehead made him feel ashamed.

Such outrageous lies must have been ridiculed.

It took a long time to restrain his smile, and Mori Yuki raised his head, his purple eyes shone like crystal clear snow: "If someone told me this in Brandenburg, I think I would cry happily. But now , Mr. Sakaguchi, that is already impossible."

As Thénardier's "witch" and the eldest lady of PortMafia, she understands the burden behind these titles-it is a one-way street that cannot be turned back.

"..."

Ango Sakaguchi was stunned, unable to utter a word with his mouth open.

The girl who was in her youth smiled and said, it was too late.

At this moment, the smile on her face was as stiff as a mask, and the only window leading to the outside world, those beautiful eyes were dimmed.Maybe it was recalling the past, maybe it was thinking of something else, she stopped making a sound, sat quietly and waved her hands.

The young man suddenly felt a little sour in his nasal cavity, and he rushed to the sky with the unique sense of bleakness in autumn.This kind of soft emotion made him feel ashamed, and he hurriedly took off his glasses and rubbed the corners of his eyes: "Sorry, I'm overstepping."

"Farewell, Miss. I will seriously consider your suggestion, and I will try my best to let you know if things change. Ah," he paused for a while, and added: "I, Oda, and Dazai-kun, the three of us We usually meet up at a bar called LUPIN. Just a few drinks and a little chat."

"Tell me what to do, I'm not the kind of person who will check boyfriend posts anytime and anywhere." She finally opened her mouth to speak, and looked at Ango Sakaguchi with more warmth: "Goodbye, good luck."

The offline went away with a suitcase. Mori Yuki took out his mobile phone and dialed someone's number: "Mr. Rimbaud, is Mr. Verlaine with you? Oh, it's really great that you are together."

"I took over a business for you, and the bounty amount is quite good."

I don't know what Rimbaud said there, she laughed a few times: "It's just a winter hunt, I want the head of MIMIC leader Gide. The bounty cashing address is..."

After a few words back and forth, she hung up the phone, leaned back on the seat and closed her eyes to rest.

The sound of light and shallow footsteps appeared when she was about to fall asleep, and the girl leaning there with closed eyes like a jade statue immediately opened them, her eyes were sober and sharp: "Are you here?"

The black-haired boy appeared stepping on the setting sun, surrounded by blood and gunpowder smoke that could not go away, with a relaxed smile on his face: "It's so strange, who is Missy waiting for?"

"Wait for you." Mori Yuki was still lazily leaning on the chair, thinking about several beginnings, but in the end he didn't say anything or ask anything.If Osamu Dazai thought it necessary, he would naturally choose to be honest. If he didn't want to say anything, it would be useless to ask anything. Who in PortMafia didn't know that no one could hide secrets from him, and no one could pry things out of him that he didn't want to say.

Well, she didn't want to ask either.

That's silly and doesn't make sense.

She had seen enough of the splitting and reuniting of idiots and resentful men and women in the Bercy Cabaret Theatre, and she didn't want to do the same demented and stupid thing one day.The so-called "boyfriend" is just a casual acceptance when the other party is gloating and eager to watch the show. It is more about curiosity and novelty than any special sincere feelings.To be honest, they are more like two wet black cats being forcibly pressed under the same roof, fighting and fighting for a long time, no matter how they can show some companionship.

Osamu Dazai also thought a lot, but couldn't utter a word.If he opened his mouth to ask, it would mean acknowledging the importance of her in his heart, and he felt terrified at the thought of opening his heart to another person.

My past, my future, my likes and dislikes, everything will be completely controlled by another person, like a snail that has taken off its shell... It's terrible!

In the blue sky in late autumn, there are occasional birds flying and chirping. The creaking noise makes this corner more and more silent.Osamu Dazai and Yuki Mori sat opposite each other, their expressions were almost identical at the moment.The statues, which seem to be facing each other silently, are all stubbornly waiting for the other party to surrender.

Sitting quietly like this until the sky was dim, Mori Yuki raised her little finger and brushed her hair behind her ears: "You don't have anything to say to me?"

"I should ask you this question!" Osamu Dazai opened his mouth and stopped the topic.The girl slowly lay down on the table, and after lying down for a while, she turned her face to her arm and asked, "Then, did Dad tell you?"

The young man who desperately tried to control himself not to run away responded indiscriminately: "I said it, it's not that. It's a bit annoying, but it's not incomprehensible. The most important thing is, even if I object, it's useless. PortMafia's rule is that only the leader The head of the horse is looking forward..."

Before he finished speaking, he quickly realized that he probably answered the wrong question.

But Yuki Mori didn't want to listen to him continue to perfunctory, she lay down on the other side, and suddenly raised her foot and kicked over: "I want to eat butter potatoes, you go and buy them for me!"

The young man who would usually dodge quickly this time was kicked by her without moving. He lowered his eyes and said calmly: "It takes three to ten minutes to walk from here to the main entrance, and the round trip takes several hours just for the whim of the young lady?" ?”

"..."

"If you don't buy it, you will break up."

She didn't really want to eat buttered potatoes, and Osamu Dazai was not too lazy to command his subordinates.

They all know that someone must make concessions to make this playful "love" turn from fiction to reality.But at this juncture, bowing their heads means that each other will evolve from "evenly matched" to a decisive victory.No one wants to give up the initiative, let alone admit defeat easily.

The iris eyes and the purple eyes were equally dark and silent, and after sitting for a while, the boy turned his face away: "If we break up, we will break up."

He has a reason why he can't compromise, but he can't say this reason-whether he should trust Mori Yuki, this question has been reversed countless times in his heart, and he still can't find the answer.

Didn't she also have something to hide?I, I'm not really that lost...

It's just that this game called "Love" encountered a bug and couldn't continue down.

Yuki Mori has seen too many unlucky people who lost their lives because their mouths were too loose. The first story old priest Denard told was that children who don't keep their mouths tight will rot their mouths.In the face of Dazai Osamu, who can detect the gray line of the grass snake and can see the hidden line, she has 1 reasons to remain silent.

Is this man who is either committing suicide or sending others on his way worthy of that trust?

The unanimous silence permeated the increasingly heavy atmosphere, and they sat until Oda Sakunosuke followed the trail.The red-haired young man let out a sigh of relief when he saw the two black cats sitting upright under the light.

"Miss Yuki, Dazai, what are you doing here? You didn't answer the phone or explain your whereabouts. The leader is almost crying."

He was like a stone breaking into a calm lake, breaking the stalemate all at once.Mori Yuki raised his head and complained softly with a broken voice: "Oda! I said I want to eat butter potatoes and asked Dazai to buy them, but he refused?!"

"A man who doesn't even buy buttered potatoes for his girlfriend is rubbish!"

Oda Sakunosuke: "..."

Well, Dazai is indeed a bit...

"What! Back and forth for more than an hour, just for a small street snack, have you figured out that I am a PortMafia, not a high school student with nothing to do?" Osamu Dazai got up and jumped on the other side to argue: "The eldest lady who doesn't understand her boyfriend's hard work is scum!"

Oda Sakunosuke: "..."

Well, it's true that Missy is very good at torturing people...

"You are the crumb!"

"I'm trash!"

"..."

"..."

"Break up!"*2

Oda Sakunosuke: "...In short, go back to the headquarters and report to the leader that you are safe?"

"Humph!"*2

Fortunately, he gave him face in the end, as Mori Yuki got up, Dazai Osamu followed her out of the blooming garden.

When the two sat in the back seat of the car, not only did they not have a conversation, but they even tried to avoid the interaction of eyes. It can be seen that there was a real quarrel.They had been fighting and fighting for a few days, but they suddenly couldn't make up with each other with a smile like they used to.

Oda Sakunosuke took a few glances through the rearview mirror, then silently increased his speed.On the way, the leader sent a message, saying that as long as someone finds it, there is no need to go back to the headquarters for a special explanation, and the young man immediately turned around and drove to the seaside apartment.

The black car was parked downstairs in the mansion. Yuki Mori pushed the door and got out of the car without saying a word, while Osamu Dazai stayed behind with his hands in his coat pockets: "Odasaku, let's have a drink together. Missy dumped it..."

"Ah, Miss Yuki is not a narrow-minded person, so don't worry about being troubled by her in the future."

He thought for a long time before he came up with a sincere and practical comfort.After hearing this, Dazai smiled and said softly: "Don't worry, she will never come to trouble me again."

He should have been secretly happy for successfully protecting himself, but for some reason, there was a hint of bitterness in this secret joy.

If you have to describe it, it's like overcooked coffee. No matter how much milk and sugar you add afterwards, you can't make up for the regret.

"..."

Oda Sakunosuke turned the car around, and the destination was the LUPIN bar in a dark alley.

It's a pity that Anwu is not here today. Without the sarcasm who can speak the truth, I can only silently accompany my friends to taste the taste of wine and life slowly.

In the early morning of the next day, Zhongyuan Zhongya walked out of the room on time and set off for the gem trading house.

The car was already waiting outside, and when he got to the exit of the Western-style building, he happened to meet Osamu Dazai, who smelled of alcohol and cigarettes, and who had been fooling around outside for an unknown amount of time before returning.

The two passed by each other, and the black-haired boy deliberately slammed into the violent colleague with his feet, and successfully got the other party's angrily growled: "What are you doing! Mackerel!"

"The short-legged puppy is too short to see."

Osamu Dazai squinted at him with the most annoying expression: "The point now is..."

"Chuya Chuya, you should apologize."

"..."

"So, Dazai-kun was injured by Chuya-kun again and entered the treatment room?" Mori Ogai put down the document in his hand and tapped on the table: "Okay, I'll go and see him. Ah...what's the matter with this kid .”

He had a hunch that if he didn't intervene as soon as possible, the treatment room might be completely wiped out by someone's poison today.In order to ensure the survival of the medical team, it is necessary to find something to distract the disciples.

He had already heard the news that the two children were going to break up last night. Although it was as expected, he never expected that it was his daughter who seemed to be calm and nothing happened.

It can't be said that it doesn't fit the personality, but I always feel that there seems to be something wrong.

Delusion?

The report submitted by the North American market happened to be in front of him. Mr. Sen thought about it. At such a critical moment, it is better to kick him out to do something else.

"BOSS!" The guard hurried into the office and bowed: "There was an explosion in the treatment room, Mr. Dazai..."

"Needless to say, I'll go right away."

With a feeling of not knowing how to describe it, Mr. Mori personally came to the treatment room to mediate the disputes between his subordinates.After placating the surgeon who threatened to poison Dazai to make Dazai's life uncomfortable and impossible to die, the leader ordered Dazai to go on a business trip to North America on the spot to investigate the accounts of PortMafia's local branch.

Get out now, get out now, get out now!

So Mr. Dazai packed his luggage and went to the United States to make trouble with his face full of poisonous gas, and the headquarters building finally calmed down.

It wasn't until Dazai Osamu boarded the plane leaving Yokohama that Mori Yuki reappeared in front of everyone.In the past, the eldest lady, who was always dressed in Prussian blue, rarely changed into a red dress. The 15-year-old tall girl had fair skin and an exquisite figure. Against the dazzling red, she seemed to be blooming like fireworks.

"Red? Doesn't it look good, it's just a change of mood."

Facing Mr. Mori's question, the girl answered calmly, as if she was not affected in any way - if she hadn't cooperated with the public relations officer to vigorously persecute Chuya Nakahara, the leader would probably believe a certain punctuation mark.

The unlucky Mr. Zhongyuan, on the one hand, was inexplicably blamed for "eliminating dissidents", and on the other hand, he was "backstabbed" by a friend inexplicably.It's just that when he got impatient, he swears casually, but he never thought that the other party really persuaded the eldest lady to nod and agree to help with the singing.Right now, there is no way to go to heaven and no way to go to earth, so I have to go to the office dejectedly to fulfill my promise.

"Oh, Chuya is here! It just so happens that the teachers are also here~"

The public relations officer simply didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, and invited all the partners that the firm could invite without missing a single one.These guests who have been immersed in the entertainment industry for a long time are particularly interested in the two amateurs who came to help out, and they all praised the high level of appearance of Sen's Club and at the same time brought up the old story-why didn't you join the circle?

"This is the only daughter of the BOSS of our Mori Club, Miss Yuki, come to play occasionally. Everyone, the focus is on Zhongyuan-kun!"

The agent stepped forward to rescue Yuki with a spirit of contract. As for Mr. Nakahara, well... the boy's reaction was so amusing, he would blush after a little teasing!

The crowd teased him for a while, and then went to regret the eldest lady's firmness——

With the increasingly close exchanges between countries, people of mixed race have become a trend at some point, and Ms. Yuki, who has both Eastern and Western characteristics, is undoubtedly the most sought after type of this trend.The facial features are deep but not rough, the skin is fair but not dull, the only problem is her height.

At 1.7 meters two, it is more than ten centimeters taller than another teenager who blushed endlessly.

But she is not the kind of cold and glamorous beauty. The very friendly and sweet temperament combined with this height forms a very strange contrast in the aesthetics of island countries where the altitude is generally low.

"Miss Yuki can play an instrument? That would be great!"

Someone urgently called for a piano, and arranged the girl in front of the keyboard——she really knows how, and her level is actually quite good, and she can't hear any flaws at all in a normal scene.In particular, the combination of slender girls and black and white keys weakens the height difference and at the same time enhances the style a little.

The last one left to be glanced at by everyone with malicious intent was Nakahara Chuya, who was blowing his hair out again.

"I'm fine. There's still a month left. You can play dance music with a little practice. Why don't we let our public relations officer put on women's clothing and partner with Chuya-kun. I think the audience will like it more."

Since you want to play, then go all out and play a big one.Without any warning, she came up with a stroke of genius, and dragged the public relations officer who was watching from the other side into the water.

"You!" Zhongyuan Zhongye has the integrity, if it is not hindered by the four characters of "the following offenders", he will definitely cry this guy!It doesn't matter if she is a man or a woman.

As cute as an orange kitten who has no choice but to meow loudly.

The onlookers who were eating melons didn't care how sad and indignant he was, they all turned their faces and suppressed their smiles.

"Don't even think about it!" The orange-haired boy blushed like a tomato: "You people, what are you laughing at! They say that I absolutely can't agree!"

Half an hour later, the public relations officer changed into a women's kimono without any awkwardness, and walked out with small steps: "Chuya-kun~"

"Go away, you!!!" The teacher who was in charge of the song part nodded frequently in the middle-of-the-road yelling: "Not bad, not bad, full of energy, and the voice is also bright."

"..."

Chuya Nakahara, PortMafia's highest combat power today, finally understands what "fear" is.

"Just destroy it!"

The orange-haired boy looked dazed: "You, gloomy and tolerant filth..."

Seeing that he was about to reach his limit, the public relations officer dismissed him as soon as he saw it, and quickly threw the pot away: "Okay, okay, I won't force you if you don't want to dance. But everyone is looking forward to it so much, Chuya, you have the heart to let us, especially let us Is Miss disappointed?"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

"Miss Yuki, I owe you a favor!"

Let me go please!I'd rather be teased afterwards, at least don't let me lose face in front of the whole country!

Mori Yuki sat beside the piano, resting his chin with one hand: "Since Nakahara-kun is so firm...do you really think about it again? I can promise you one thing~"

"No, thank you!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also realized who the instigator was, and immediately surrendered in a very sensible way—he had never escaped from being teased by the eldest lady anyway.The biggest difference between her and Dazai's mackerel probably lies in the point that she won't play badly on the loser after winning.

That is to say, as long as you bow your head, whether you need to kill Miss will depend on the situation. If you are lucky, you may be able to escape with a chance.

"What a pity..." She glanced at the young man disappointedly: "Well, you owe me a favor, and I will write it down."

For Monsieur Rimbaud's sake.

Since the dance partner would rather die than follow suit, the public relations officer also returned to normal after escaping the women's clothing.After fiddling and fiddling and trying several different plans, everyone finally agreed on the proposal of setting up an outfield by the seaside-the seaside is empty, and a small adjustment of the radio equipment can effectively help someone conceal his weakness of tone insufficiency.From not being in tune at all to being able to be in tune occasionally, plus the other two "accompanying singers" who have no problem with pitch skills, even live broadcasting can't fault it.Fortunately, neither Yuki Mori nor Nakahara Nakahara has any intention of developing into the entertainment industry, and the team leader doesn't have to worry about offending anyone, and directly arranges them together in the shadows with only a silhouette to show that this is a live accompaniment and not a recording.

There are many popular stars who are out of tune at the Red and White Song Festival. If it weren't for the background of Mori Club, the public relations officer wouldn't have to pursue perfection like this.However, as the "face" of PortMafia to the outside world, he must be as flawless as crystal.

This year's regular New Year's Eve concert, in the eager anticipation of countless audiences, the man who was so beautiful and gender-inverted stood barefoot on the beach in Yokohama, and sang the ED of his film that just won an international award this year under the deep misty night.To the surprise of the fans, he has always had some problems with his intonation, and he played for a long time this time. Not only is he in tune from the beginning to the end, but he can also hear some skills besides emotion?

This song performed by the sea was a great success, and the popularity of the public relations officer as a person in the entertainment industry continued to rise. The general "National XX" was no longer enough to describe his current popularity.Invitations, advertisements, and endorsements received soft deals from the firm. After seeing the profit statement, Mr. Mori began to think about whether to separate the firm and form an entertainment club alone...

After countless loops of the single, some listeners finally pointed out that what really supports the melody of the whole song is the two accompaniment vocals hidden in the background.Since the song was sung live by the sea, some people even suspected that the two voices were electronic sounds artificially synthesized by the sea breeze, or they were also pre-recorded.Let’s not talk about the inversion of primary and secondary. The person who actually sings is still recording. Isn’t this cheating?

In order to prove the innocence of their idols, the fans played back the recorded screens repeatedly, and finally found two people sitting and standing around the piano in the shadows between the light and shadow switching and the unintentional glance of the camera.

Although there are only two silhouettes, it is enough to reminisce a hundred times.

who are they?What is the relationship with that man?Will it be a newcomer who is about to debut?

For these questions, the public relations officer chose to keep a mysterious smile without saying a word.