Those years when I was a purchasing agent in Yokohama

The stabbed wound on Chu Shu's body wasn't too deep. It took less than a week to stay in the hospital and healed completely, leaving only an ugly flesh-colored scar on his waist.

Although Chu Shu was not so delicate that he couldn't bear to have another scar on his body, the doctor who stitched up his wound was not very skilled. After healed, the scar was crooked, like a centipede with teeth and claws.

Chu Shu, who has some obsessive-compulsive disorder, looks at this scar and finds it unpleasant. In addition, he has a scar physique. If there is no accident, this ugly "centipede" around his waist will accompany him for the rest of his life.

Fortunately, he got an ointment from the doctor in his hometown that could lighten the scars, and he was hardly injured.

So this jar of ointment has been kept unopened by him in his portable space, but this time it has a place to use.

According to the doctor in my hometown, as long as this Chinese ointment is applied once a day, even people with scar constitution will disappear within half a month.

However, the doctor was old, and what he said might not be completely credible. Chu Shu also tried the medicine with the attitude of a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

Fortunately, he was lucky this time. The can of ointment given to him by the doctor was really effective. Within a few days after Chu Shu applied it, the arrogance of the centipede coiled around his waist was obviously reduced a lot.

Chu Shu was in a good mood, thinking that I couldn't be the only one to experience this happiness, and I should share the idea of ​​happiness with everyone. He randomly selected a lucky audience and gave him this jar of treasure ointment Amway.

It was said to be randomly selected, but in fact, in the entire ward, apart from Chu Shu, the patient who was lying in bed, there were only nurses who came to visit occasionally, and a certain Dazai surname who was sitting by his bed and reading "Monthly Girl Romance" with relish. sir.

So Mr. Dazai was very lucky to become this lucky audience.

And because he was the first and the only lucky spectator on the scene, Chu Shu also specially provided an extra kill - he would personally help with the medicine.

"That's not good."

Mr. Dazai, who was forcibly pushed down on the bed, firmly grabbed his collar with his right hand, with an appearance of being unyielding and swearing to defend his innocence to the death.

"Your injury hasn't fully healed yet, what if you accidentally split it halfway?"

Dazai raised his eyes and looked at Chu Shu "shyly and timidly", then lowered his head "shyly" and murmured in a voice as small as a mosquito, "Besides, this is a hospital, if someone finds out , the impact is not good..."

Chu Shu looked indifferent. The place where this guy switched jobs was actually not a detective agency, but a drama club.

I'll give you some medicine, why do you play so much.

In the end, Dazai still succumbed to Chu Shu's "excessive power" and allowed Chu Shu to strip off his shirt, and peeled off the bandages wrapped around his body like a rice dumpling. .

When Dazai was still in the gangster/hand/party at the port, he would hang his hands almost every day, and the bandages and gauze used to bind the wounds were never broken.

Although according to his own statement, he has since left the port mafia/hand/party and joined the Armed Detective Agency.

However, the Armed Detective Agency is not a completely peaceful place, and some of the daily tasks are also dangerous.

Like Chu Shu, he has a scarred physique. In addition, the old wounds have not healed and new wounds have been added. All these scars on his body can be combined into a world map.

But compared to these scars on his body, Chu Shu cared more about the man's body.

Although he can already see that he is out of shape when he is wearing clothes.But Chu Shu didn't realize how malnourished this man was until he finally revealed his last layer of defense.

Chu Shu reached out and touched the two protruding shoulder blades on his back. Because the two protruding pieces looked like the two wings of a butterfly, this place was also called the butterfly bone.

The warm and hard touch came from the cold fingertips, and Chu Shu had the illusion that as long as he exerted a little force, he could crush these two fragile bones, just like tearing off the two wings of a butterfly.

Seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, the person with the upper body waiting for him to apply the medicine turned his head to look at him, just in time to meet the complicated look that flashed in Chu Shu's eyes.

Dazai blinked, "Do you feel distressed?"

Chu Shu glanced at him, then reached out and slapped Chiguo on the back of the man.

There was a "snap", as if it was slapped on an unripe melon skin, it was loud and crisp.

"Yeah, it hurts."

Dazai flinched in pain, then turned his head and pouted at him rather dissatisfied, "Your slap just now didn't make me feel your so-called heartache at all."

Chu Shu grinned at him, showing a trademark gentle smile, "This is called hitting you, and it hurts in my heart."

Dazai: "..."

Chu Shu stopped talking to him, and directly took a large lump of light green ointment from the medicine jar at the side, and applied it to Dazai's back without any distress. The stinginess of taking out a small doll the size of toothpaste and then smearing it back into the jar is in stark contrast.

"I feel like I'm a wall right now and you're the mason putting cement on the wall."

When Chu Shu picked out the third lump of ointment and applied it on his back, Mr. Dazai, who was treated as a wall, couldn't help but express his thoughts.

"Then you obediently keep silent for me now, the wall can't speak."

Chu Shu replied lightly.

Dazai blinked, "But wouldn't Mister Mason feel very lonely if no one was talking to you?"

"will not."

Chu Shu put another layer of cement made of ointment on the wall, "Because I am a dedicated mason."

Dazai seemed to be amused by his words, he giggled for a while, and Lian was putting cement on him.Oh no, even Chu Shu, who was taking medicine, could feel the vibration in his chest.

It was hard to wait for Chu Shu to finish applying the medicine for him, because his body was covered with sticky ointment at the moment.So he can't wrap bandages and clothes on his body yet, until the ointment is completely absorbed.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Mason, the cement you painted on me seems to smell like bamboo. I feel like I am now a bamboo-flavored wall. Do you think I can lure a giant panda back if I run out now?"

"No."

Chu? Mason? Shu shook his head indifferently, "If you run out naked now, you can only attract a carload of police/uncle police."

Obviously Chu Shu's words hit his point of laughter again, and he giggled again, like a crowing rooster.

"But I don't know if it's my illusion. I always feel that after being covered in cement, my whole body seems to be calmer."

Dazai clasped his hands together, and calmly made a gesture of my Buddha's mercy. Seeing his posture, Chu Shu suspected that the first thing he did after getting dressed was to run to a nearby temple to shave or become a monk.

"Bamboo has the effect of clearing the heart and clearing the mind."

After explaining this sentence to him, Chu Shu always felt that he seemed to have said similar words somewhere before.

"Then the one you wear around your neck is also bamboo?"

Dazai stretched out his finger to Chu Shu's neck, and Chu Shu looked down, only to find that the pendant he had been stuffing around his neck had revealed a section of emerald green pole at some point.

But since someone pointed it out, Chu Shu didn't intend to hide it anymore, he just reached out and took the pendant out of his collar.

It was a piece of emerald green bamboo, about the size of a knuckle of a little finger.But what is strange is that there is a tender bamboo leaf extending from that section of bamboo.

Although this section of bamboo looks thin and small, it doesn't look like it's in the slightest. Instead, it's green and tender, as if it just emerged from the soil.

Tied to the bamboo knot is a long and thin red rope twisted into a twisted shape. This red rope is nothing special except that when it is tied around Chu Shu's neck, his neck looks extraordinarily white and slender.

"This is the companion bamboo, to be precise, it is a section of the companion bamboo."

Chu Shu took off the necklace around his neck, put it in his palm, and spread it out for the young man beside the bed to watch.

"It was a present from someone on my birthday."

Chu Shu pouted, "The person who gave it to me told me that this piece of bamboo can fulfill a wish of the wearer. But I think he was drunk to fool me in eight out of ten at that time."

"Companion bamboo?"

Dazai looked curiously at the bamboo joint lying in Chu Shu's palm, which seemed to be exuding vitality, "What is the accompanying bamboo? I haven't heard of this kind of bamboo."

Chu Shu replied: "In our hometown, every panda is born with a bamboo that was born with him, and this bamboo is called companion bamboo."

"The bamboo that was born with the panda?"

Hearing Chu Shu's explanation, Dazai looked even more confused.

"and many more……"

Dazai seemed to have thought of something suddenly, his pupils shrank slightly, "The one who gave you this section of bamboo as a birthday present, could it be a panda..."

Chu Shu nodded calmly, "Well, almost."

Dazai: "..."

So it is rumored that every family in Sichuan has a panda. Is this true? !

Before Mr. Dazai recovered from the shock of the panda giving bamboo as a birthday present to human beings, he saw the black-haired young man on the opposite side raising both hands, and the red rope tied with bamboo knots in his hand was going to He leaned on his neck.

"Excuse me, stretch your neck a little bit, my hands are not that long, and I can't reach them."

Chu Shu beckoned to Dazai on the opposite side to stretch his neck over.

Dazai lowered his head, looking at the bright red string in his hand, "What are you doing?"

"You'll know it at a glance, tie this around your neck."

Using both hands, Chu Shu finally succeeded in tying the red rope around Dazai's neck, and then smoothly tied the knot.

Dazai raised his eyebrows, "The gift that the panda gave you, did you give it to me so easily?"

Chu Shu shook his head, "It's not easy. I've been wearing this thing for several years, not to mention fulfilling my wish. I haven't even won another bottle, which shows that I have nothing to do with it."

Chu Shu reached out and fiddled with the small bamboo leaves on the bamboo joints a few times, and said casually: "Maybe you are destined to be with it, and maybe one of your wishes can be fulfilled."

"Oh?"

When Dazai heard this, his eyes lit up immediately, "Then can I make a wish and die on the spot?"

Chu Shu: "..."