The days when I was full of question marks in Yokohama

Miki's cheeks were slightly red, and she looked at Uchiha Wansora with some helplessness.

"Little Saki likes you, so you can play with your sister for a while."

Miki is 6 years old this year, and Sakule is the rare child she sees younger than her.Her cheeks were puffed up, she poked Xiao Le's forehead, and said helplessly: "I really have no choice, so let's play with you."

There is nothing interesting in the hospital, especially now that there are so many people, two little girls sat cross-legged and played with the rope.

Ota put away his cell phone and asked casually, "Oda, do you want to adopt this child?"

He asked Kosuke.

Oda Sakunosuke replied: "If you can afford it."

Ota patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry about whether you can afford it or not, before raising a child, hurry up and buy what you want to buy?"

"Tsuruta, do you know? The salary is a little higher than ours. After his wife gave birth, he has almost no freedom to buy what he wants."

Oda Sakunosuke blinked: "What do you want to buy?"

He held his chin and said, "I don't seem to want much, but I need a car now."

"Then buy it quickly." Ota said: "After raising a child, you will find that it is a bottomless pit, and no amount of savings will be useful."

Ota has a good relationship with Tsuruta. Although he usually envies Tsuruta for having a family, he occasionally complains about family problems.

Oda Sakunosuke nodded thoughtfully.

Uchiha Wansora said: "I also kind of want to learn to drive."

"Well, I can teach you when I buy the car back."

Uchiha Wanzo nodded.

She and Meiji only stayed here for a while before preparing to leave.

Saki Le hugged Miki's face and kissed, the little Jiujiu at the back of her head shook, and said sweetly, "See you next time, little sister!"

"Know, got it!" Meiji blushed, "Next time, I will show you the manga I drew!"

On the way home, Uchiha Wansora asked, "Does Miki like Sakura very much?"

"Who likes her!" Meiji kicked the small stone away from her feet and muttered, "You let me play with her!"

Uchiha Wansora rolled his eyes and said with a light smile, "But you were the one who offered to show Sakule your manga."

Meiji tilted her head and snorted softly: "Aren't there few people who have read my comics?"

"Well, not a lot." Uchiha Wansora patted Miki's head along his hair, thinking that he didn't know who he learned from this kid's personality.

When returning home, Uchiha Wansora sent a message to Misu Ichiro, asking him to help buy some vegetable water from Mihua

Fruit snacks are mailed over.

Speed ​​up the mailing tonight, and it will arrive tomorrow morning.

"I'm hungry again." Miki opened the empty freezer and looked at Uchiha Wanzo pitifully.

Uchiha Wansora got up and said, "Then shall I bake a small cake?"

"No cake!" She pinched her stomach.

Just as Uchiha Wansora was about to speak, Miki stepped forward and said, "This will really make you fat."

She said dryly: "Then drink water?"

Uchiha Wansora had no way to make something that would keep her from gaining weight even though she had run out of food at home.

After being told by Mei Jiyi, she also started to feel a little hungry.

Uchiha Wansora took out her mobile phone and was about to use the game to resist hunger when Osamu Dazai sent her a picture.

【. : Big table gourmet jg]

[Tuan Fan:? ? 】

Dazai Osamu has always had a period in the notes on Uchiha Wanzo's phone, even if he secretly changed it countless times, it will still be changed to a period by Uchiha Wanzo.

Dazai Osamu may think that one is not enough, so he sent a few more.

Watching Uchiha Wansora begin to grind his teeth.

【. : I originally planned to bring you some snacks, but there is an Italian aquatic company who wants to talk to us about things and wants to stay in Tokyo for an extra night. 】

Among the many pictures, Uchiha Wankong found a food box containing dried fish.

The food box was exactly the same as the one she had brought back from Tokyo, and it was really not conspicuous among a bunch of fancy food.

Obviously so tired from a business trip to Tokyo, I don't know where he got the spare time to find Xiaoyugan.

Uchiha Wansora smiled at the picture, and gave up the idea of ​​touching Tokyo in the middle of the night to wake him up.

[Tuanfan: Aquatic product company?The mafia actually cooperates with the aquatic product company? 】

【. : After all, we are just a port logistics company. 】

【. : Okay, okay, I'm going to work. 】

【. : Good night in advance, Miss Night Flight. 】

·

dong dong, dong dong...

Sawada Tsunayoshi was sitting at the main seat in the reception room, swallowing his saliva, his feet under the table were shaking like chaff, and he could even hear his own heartbeat.

This was the first time he had met a mafia from another organization, and his mind was already filled with horror.

Li Baoen wanted to educate him to be the tenth generation of Pengel, which naturally included dealing with the relationship between organizations.

But he is just a junior high school student with an average score of 175, can he really negotiate with the mafia?

He shook his teeth and turned his head, meeting Hayato's eyes.

There is full trust in the eyes of prison temple Hayato: "

If it's Judaime, it must be fine. "

Sawada Tsunayoshi sniffed and nodded, turned his head and complained in his heart, is this really all right?That's the port mafia.

The sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor got closer, and Tsunayoshi Sawada became more and more nervous on his knees, his eyes fixed on the carved door.

"Squeak-"

Two tall and strong men in black pushed the door in with a chilling aura. Tsunayoshi Sawada felt a chill down his back, the string in his heart was stretched to the tightest, and his blood was about to freeze.

Until the two big men in black bowed slightly, revealing the people behind——

"Hey?! Is this the Mafia too?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi was slightly surprised. The hair of the person in front of him was slightly disheveled, his eyes, neck and hands were wrapped with bandages, his young face was a little immature, and he looked not much older than them, and he immediately felt relieved.

Li Baoen raised his head and said in a steady voice: "Gang, don't let your guard down casually, that person is—"

"Port Mafia, Osamu Dazai."

The two voices overlapped.Osamu Dazai raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "I will be in charge of the negotiation with Peng Lie this time, the leader will take full responsibility."

Li Baoen lowered his head and took a sip of the black tea in his hand.

Half an hour later, Osamu Dazai sat on the red velvet sofa chair, took a sip from the cup of tea at the side, and looked towards the corner.

The young Vongola Judai was squatting in a corner, holding his head in his hands, surrounded by his subordinates, but there was no way for him to come out of his autistic state.

Li Baoen was sitting on the chair on the other side, with a small green lizard lying on his hand.

"I didn't expect that the port mafia would send you here. If this continues, Ah Gang will definitely be abolished."

In the negotiation just now, this young man hit Ah Gang mercilessly. That kind of crushing negotiation is not called negotiation at all, and Ah Gang was led away the whole way.

Such a merciless psychological blow is not something the current Ah Gang can bear.

Osamu Dazai glanced sideways at the little baby who could be picked up with one hand, and said inexplicably, "Mr. Osa came here at first, but there was something wrong with Yokohama, and Mr. Osa couldn't get away. I happened to come to Tokyo to deal with it." matter."

"Miscalculated." The expression on Li Baoen's face did not change.

Osamu Dazai watched the warden Hayato glaring at him, as if he was about to throw a bomb at him in the next second, waved his hands and said, "It's not that there is no remedy."

The iris-colored eyes deepened, and he smiled lightly: "We are very interested in something about you."

Lizard Leon becomes a Czech-made pistol in the hands of Libern.

"ciao."

When Osamu Dazai returned to Yokohama, he carried a bunch of snacks and a silver portable safe with him.

"Dazai." Just as Osamu Dazai was standing in front of the port mafia gate with a few bags in his hand, and was thinking about how to get home, he heard Sakunosuke Oda calling himself.

Osamu Dazai blinked, "Did Odasaku actually buy a car?"

Oda Sakunosuke rolled down the window of the newly bought van, "Ah, a colleague suggested that I buy it first."

At the same time, the rear window was also rolled down, revealing five small heads, looking at Osamu Dazai curiously.

"Odasaku?" A boy with a hedgehog head still in a plaster cast said, "Is your uncle's original name Odasaku?"

"It's Oda, Sakunosuke." Oda Sakunosuke corrected.

"Odasaku! Odasaku!" The youngest, Sakuru, clapped her hands and shouted joyfully.

Osamu Dazai succeeded in leading all the children astray by himself.

Listening to the children chirping "Oda Saku", Oda Sakunosuke sighed: "It's Oda, Sakunosuke."

"By the way, Dazai, we have a mission to do together later." Oda Sakunosuke patted his head, and told Dazai the mission arrangement that was issued earlier.

"Go to the waste treatment plant to recover what the dead person was carrying."

Osamu Dazai's shoulders slumped, "Ah, I really don't have any time to rest."

"There's nothing I can do about it." Oda Sakunosuke said, "I'm really busy right now."

The money grabbing has entered a feverish stage, and everyone is busy running around.

"Then I have to ask Odasaku to take me home, and then go to the mission together." Osamu Dazai opened the car door and sat directly on it.

Oda Sakunosuke also let out an "ah" and said, "It just so happens that I'm going to send Sakura and the others to the boss."

Dazai looked at the five children through the rearview mirror and asked, "Are these your adopted children?"

Oda Sakunosuke started the minivan, and casually agreed: "Yes, but the dormitory is not enough, and Mr. Osa also suggested that I put the child outside first."

Osamu Dazai looked at the receding scenery outside the window, the streets were bleak, the road was covered with withered yellow leaves, and the wheels creaked as they rolled over.

Like running through this fall.

"Mr. Da Zuo's child seems to have been killed by malicious revenge."

Oda Sakunosuke tightened his grip on the steering wheel, and glanced at the children reflected in the interior rearview mirror

, said firmly: "I will not let such a thing happen."

Oda Sakunosuke parked the car at the entrance of the alley, watched Dazai Osamu walking in with his things, and said casually, "Ah, what a coincidence, I have a friend who lives nearby."

·

Uchiha Wansora unpacked two couriers from Mihua, and suddenly noticed that the two addresses were very close.

Ran's real name is Mori Ran, and his home address is 39, 38-chome, Mihuacho, and Mr. Misu's is [-].

"The world is so wonderful..." Uchiha Wansora touched his chin.

·

In the Lubin bar, Osamu Dazai put away the mobile phone that sent text messages to Uchiha Wansora, and told them about business negotiations with a certain fishery company.

"There is a little baby who is only as tall as my calf, and it turns out to be the number one killer in the world." As he spoke, he gestured at the position of his knee.

"It's just that tall, and I can't even blink."

"Only two years old, he is the number one killer in the world, and I heard that he is also a very powerful dream genius mathematician."

The corner of Ango Sakaguchi's mouth twitched, and for a moment he didn't know where to start.

Oda Sakunosuke said "ah": "That's really amazing."

Sakaguchi Ango: "..."

"Let's not talk about the two-year-old killer, I'm afraid the two-year-old can't even count to hundreds." Finally, Ango Sakaguchi couldn't help but speak.

Osamu Dazai shook his finger, "It's true."

"Ango can investigate this matter by himself in the future."

Ango Sakaguchi frowned: "Don't shout so intimately, I don't know you well."

Osamu Dazai and Sakunosuke Oda looked at each other, and hugged each other tacitly.

"Ah--you two stay away from me, you stink to death."

"Oh, don't say that, after all, we drank together, bear with it, it's very sad to say that."

"Indeed."

The stool fell straight back, kicking up a cloud of dust.The three of them fell to the ground like stacked Arhats.

The three-flowered cat lying on the bar stretched its head to take a look, wagged its tail, and let out a "meow".

The boss who was bartending gave a low laugh and continued to wipe the martini glass in his hand.

After another month, the 5000 billion matter was officially settled.

Naturally, the port mafia wins big.

But Uchiha Wansora always felt that this matter did not end so easily because of Taneda Santou's words.

When she told Dazai about this, the corners of Dazai's mouth twitched, and he said indifferently: "Of course I know about this, after all, it's such a big commotion, listen

Let alone the military and police, there are not enough people to clean up the scene. "

He pouted his chin and analyzed: "If they really want to liquidate everything, they certainly can't do it, even if they send the most elite military and police to do it."

"Unless it's someone with supernatural powers." Osamu Dazai laughed at himself, "What I'm most afraid of is supernatural powers."

Before the first month, there will be an annual meeting, and then Osamu Dazai will usher in the first official holiday of the year, which will last for a week.

"Ah, the street is finally alive." Uchiha Wansora led Miki along the street.

Shimenawa is pulled up in front of every household, and some businesses put Kadomatsu, and there are all kinds of archways to celebrate, and there are various promotional activities for the first month.

Uchiha Wansora was walking on the street, and saw a motorcycle with a novel shape and smooth lines, his eyes flashed, and his heart moved.

She looked at the price again. Although she couldn't afford it, she still had to save money to do other things.

Osamu Dazai held Miki in his arms, and the two of them held a candy apple in their hands and licked it.

"Buy it if you want to buy it." Osamu Dazai said vaguely with candy in his mouth, "I remember that Sora hasn't bought anything else since... I left, right?"

He knows Uchiha Wansora's character that he can't control the money in his hand.

I can’t help but buy any cute things I encounter on the road. From hair ropes to small dolls, as long as I like them, I will not be wronged to make choices, and I will take them all home.

It's been several months now, and she hasn't bought anything except the bouquet for flower arrangement, and even the hair rope is still using the one she bought a month ago.

Uchiha Wansora turned his head and smiled, reflecting his figure in his eyes, and scratched his cheek shyly.

"Because I want to save money and do something very important."

Osamu Dazai stared at those dark and focused eyes, and his heart beat slightly faster.

His Adam's apple moved, and he pursed his lips. The inexplicable premonition made him dare not ask down for a while.

I always felt that would be an unanswerable question.

In the afternoon, Osamu Dazai walked briskly to the annual meeting of the Port Mafia. When he came back, he brought back a full set of home fitness equipment, including a treadmill.

Osamu Dazai smiled and said, "This is something I won in a lottery."

Miki gave him a thumbs up.

Uchiha Wansora tilted his head and watched the assembly workers busy, and the living room was suddenly crowded and narrow.

"Hey, I can make desserts as I like from now on." She touched her chin and said.

Just looked at each other

The two laughing turned their heads at the same time and said in unison: "No!"

Uchiha Wansora pursed his lips aggrievedly: "Oh."

After the whole set was assembled, Uchiha Wansora changed into a sports vest, exposing his waist and abdomen, and couldn't wait to try this set of equipment.

She didn't know these things very well, so she sat on the fitness board and lifted the barbell first.

She was half-bent, and she could see the raised spine along her back, hidden under the sports vest.

When he raised his hand, his muscles tensed and his fair skin seemed to be shining under the light.

Osamu Dazai sat on the sofa and looked at it for a while, squinted his eyes, staggered his eyes uncomfortably, and played the game console in his hand.

He was stunned as soon as he turned it on, the game stopped on the interface of Ultimate Storm, and it was still in the story mode.Every time he finishes playing this game, he will clear the save file, even the game card...

Osamu Dazai reached out to touch the bag, and the game cards inside disappeared at some point.

"Kong-chan..." Osamu Dazai's Adam's apple twitched, "Have you played this game?"

Uchiha Wansora turned his head, and replied casually: "Ah, when you were on a business trip, you were idle and playing for a while."

"..."

She chuckled, "Why do you have that expression? Are you worried about me?"

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes, holding the doll and pinching its soft belly.

"Have it?"

Uchiha Wansora smiled and said, "Your expressions are always more honest than your words."

Osamu Dazai curled his lips: "Nonsense."

Uchiha Wansora changed his hand to lift the barbell, and said calmly: "Don't worry, although the clan has been wiped out, Uchiha won anyway."

"Win...?" Osamu Dazai looked up at her, "With such an ending, you actually said you won?"

After being exterminated by a young man in the clan for the sake of the village, she actually said she won?

Uchiha Wansora nodded, and analyzed seriously: "After all, in the 55th year of Konoha, plus me who was still in a different world, Uchiha Sasuke, Uchiha Itachi, and the person who called himself Madara, Uchiha There are five people left."

"The Senju family only has Lord Hashirama's granddaughter, and Senju Tsunade is still alive. Doesn't that count as our victory?"

Osamu Dazai frowned slightly: "But compared to other families..."

Before he finished speaking, Uchiha Wansora raised his eyebrows, "Other families? What's the matter with other families?"

Uchiha's lifelong rival is only Senshou.

What an arrogant and arrogant ninja lady.

"..." Osamu Dazai murmured, "Your ninja's thoughts are really strange."

Uchiha night sky

Throwing down the barbell, he lay on his back on the fitness board, crossed his legs and said, "Actually, I still admire that young man who exterminated his family. He is ruthless and strong enough. It would be even better if his surname was not Uchiha."

"However, I haven't lived in Konoha for 55 years. I don't know what the village has become and what he has experienced, so I can't judge whether his actions are correct."

"But as an old ancestor who is not too old, if I see him, I will definitely beat him hard."

Saying that, Uchiha Wanzo showed a sinister smile.

"...But tell me, the boy who claims to be Madara, how do you know that he is not Madara?"

Uchiha Wansora took it for granted: "It's obvious at a glance, Madara's hair is more fried than his."

Know people by watching fried hair.

Dazai Osamu: "..."

"By the way, did I tell you?" Uchiha Wankong gently tapped his heart with sadness in his eyes.

"I'm the one who was abandoned by Uchiha."

The cold knife pierced into the heart was even more chilling than when Brother Tajima lured her to kill with candy.

"Okay, let's not talk about it." Uchiha Wansora stood up and hugged Dazai Osamu, like a big cat coquettish.

Osamu Dazai looked at the hairy head in his arms, and patted her on the back lightly.

"It's New Years in a few days, what do you want to eat?" After a while, Uchiha Wansora raised his head from Dazai Osamu's arms and asked the century-old problem.

Osamu Dazai stroked his chin and said, "I can make a fresh and vibrant lemon chicken, a dish I just developed."

Uchiha Wankong rested his legs on Dazai Osamu's knee, and started to write down with a small notebook in his hand.

“Fresh and vibrant lemon chicken? Feels good.”

She wouldn't know what terrible things she was about to face.

Osamu Dazai has already figured out how to behave, let Uchiha Wansora and Miki know what a dish that is astonishing to heaven and man is called.

Meiji, who was drawing New Year's greetings at her desk, suddenly felt a chill down her back.

·

On a tall building in the city, in a resplendently decorated house, two people sat facing each other.

In the street scene outside the window, festive colored lights and red lanterns were hung on the street trees.There was laughter everywhere, and people in traditional kimonos walked the streets, preparing to visit shrines.

In the distance, fireworks flew into the sky with a "swoosh" and bloomed in mid-air.

"Soon, they should ask you to come forward to solve the current chaos in Yokohama."

Even in a room with full heating, the speaker still wears a hat on his head.

furry hat.When he was talking, he coughed twice from time to time, and he seemed to be in poor health.

The blond man on the side handed him a cup of tea.

"After you solve this problem, you can look for that ability with peace of mind." The Russian took a sip of tea and slowly pushed out the photo in his hand.

"However, there is a woman next to that supernatural being."

In the photo, the young child is smiling brightly with bangs that look like a dog gnawing on his head.Under the shade of the tree, sat a gentle woman with a pair of scissors in her hand, a diamond ring on her left ring finger, and a sapphire hanging around her neck shining brightly.

"And this woman is a gem guarded by a dragon."

·

Atsushi Nakajima was carefully hiding behind the tree, looking at the woman in the garden.

The young and beautiful woman has a thin body, like paper that will be blown away by the wind.

She was sitting in front of the table writing a New Year's letter, and there was a stack neatly placed in front of her, and she was writing the last one.

But Atsushi Nakajima has been observing for a long time, and Ms. Zhi has been writing for a long time, but the last one has not been finished.

After I stopped writing, I tore up the greeting card and threw it away to rewrite.

The wind blew a fragment of a greeting card under his feet, and he knelt down to pick up the shredded paper.

"Fan?" Atsushi Nakajima blinked, "It's strange."

"It's not Uchiha, it's Uchiha." Miss Zhi's voice drifted into his ears.

"Miss, Miss Zhizhi!" Atsushi Nakajima was startled and apologized at a loss: "I didn't mean to peek."

Miss Zhi chuckled and said, "It's okay, I know Dun is a good boy."

Atsushi Nakajima lowered his head shyly, clutching the corner of his clothes and asked, "...Miss Zhizhi isn't going home for the New Year?"

As soon as the words were spoken, Atsushi Nakajima pursed his lips.

It's over, it seems that I said something that I shouldn't have said.

Miss Zhi is the new sponsor of the orphanage. She has been here for more than a year and has never seen her leave here.

Moreover, Miss Zhi was very gentle to him, she would read to him, teach him how to read, and make delicious cakes for him.

Miss Zhi stroked the child's soft hair, and said "ah" softly, "Because there is no home to go back to."

Aunt Suzuki is an aunt after all, and she feels embarrassed like an outsider when she goes back.

"Then, Miss Zhizhi, please celebrate the New Year with us." Atsushi Nakajima sent out the invitation with some coyness.

Miss Zhi laughed, and said softly: "Na Dun will write me a yearly letter, I remember I taught Dun to read well."

"Yeah!" Atsushi Nakajima nodded.

"Atsushi Nakajima—"

At the same time as the dean's angry voice came, Nakajima Atsushi's soft waist was kicked hard.

The small body flew upside down.

"How many times have I said, go back to your room! Don't come out."

Atsushi Nakajima had been living in the cold basement until Miss Management came to change him to the same room as the other children.

But the dean still does not allow him to have too much contact with other people, including Miss Zhi.

"Dean—" Miss Zhi rushed to embrace Atsushi Nakajima, her eyebrows furrowed, "Why do you treat a child like this."

With a gloomy face, the dean pointed to the room and said to Atsushi Nakajima, "Go back, don't force me to do it."

Miss Zhi patted his head and softly comforted him: "Dun, go back to your room first."

Atsushi Nakajima staggered back, and the voices of the dean and Miss Zhi arguing for him floated into his ears sporadically.

"Miss Zhi, how many times have I said, don't get close to that child, he is very dangerous."

"If you let it go and don't guide it well, it's called danger!"

"I'm just..."

Such quarrels have happened almost every day this year.