Don't compete with fairy tale vests

"Long time no see, Kurikawa, wow, the teacher is here too." The black-haired boy swayed his legs on the seat in front of Kurikawa Soryu, and dishonestly touched the three-flowered cat napping on the bar counter, seemingly The chubby three-flowered cat nimbly avoided the boy's hand, making Dazai Osamu flaunted on the bar counter, with a pale look.

"Good evening, Dazai-kun, it's really early today." Kurikawa Soryu put down the glass that had been wiped, and was a little surprised that Osamu Dazai came to the bar at this time. According to the past, Dazai and the others got off work quite late.

"Skipped work." The black-haired boy said nonchalantly, but he seemed in a good mood.

"Is this okay?" Taking advantage of the gap between his words, the young bartender carefully straightened the glasses that had been knocked by the three-flowered cat, with a helpless and tolerant tone, "Please don't scare the teacher casually, if the glass breaks, I will It will be difficult."

"It doesn't matter, anyway, the annoying boss himself said that he must ensure that minors sleep eight hours a day." Osamu Dazai pretended not to hear the second half of the young man's words, and waved the glass with his fingertips. The light above was refracted by the glass, refracting some bizarre lines on the boy's face, making Li Chuan unable to see his expression clearly for a while.

Kurikawa Soryu decided not to pursue that topic anymore, and instead started to ask the needs of the guests: "Okay, do you want to wait for Oda-san and Sakaguchi-san to come together, or do you want something first?"

He looked around for a little bit, and there seemed to be fewer customers today than in the past. A few sporadic customers sat down and few people ordered. Seeing the slight bulge in their waists, they seemed to be people on the road. Li Chuan didn't step forward to ask the store manager's advice, but concentrated on dealing with the boy.

"The boss has brought in some new fruits. If you don't mind, I can warm you a glass of milk first." Li Chuan would not add such a sentence to ordinary customers, but the boy is still at the age of a child after all, and his complexion is not good. Very well, he didn't want the kid to continue drinking out of selfishness.

"I don't want—" the black-haired boy drew out his voice in a childlike tone, puffed up his cheeks and looked at the bartender opposite, "Why does Li Chuan always try to sell me these boring things, I want soapy vodka."

"Forget it, anyway, Kurikawa will prevaricate me again and say: 'Sorry, this is not on the menu.' Right, I definitely want to complain to the boss about Kurichuan." The young gang members imitated the voices of others vividly, listlessly Lying listlessly on the bar counter, telling jokes that seem to be true.

Only when this kind of thing is provided will there be a big problem.Kurikawa complained loudly in his heart, but he has always been very tolerant towards children like Osamu Dazai. Even though he knew that Osamu Dazai's pitiful appearance was mostly faked, he couldn't help feeling a little guilty.

"By the way," the young man who had been sluggish because of unsatisfied needs suddenly raised his head as if he was revived with blood, and looked into the bar with his chin in high spirits, "Is there coffee here in Lichuan?"

Although he didn't know why Osamu Dazai, who didn't drink much coffee, suddenly asked this question, Kurikawa immediately replied: "Yes."

"Great, then I want that."

"Which one?"

Kurikawa handed the collected menu to the boy again, but Osamu Dazai didn't even look at it, and immediately continued: "It's the coffee you made for Ango that day, the kind with my little pony!"

"Okay, okay." The elder had no choice but to make a gesture of surrender, and Kurikawa always had nothing to do with Osamu Dazai.

"Hey, Dazai-kun, can I ask you to stay a little farther away?"

In the past, there would indeed be curious and familiar customers who would come to watch him make coffee, but none of them had the same sense of substance as the eyes of the black-haired boy today. Kurikawa really felt a little uncomfortable under Dazai Osamu's gaze.

"But appreciating the process of making drinks is also the pleasure of sitting in front of the bar." The young man fiddled with the bandages on his hands, plausibly quibbling, without mentioning the person who tried to drown himself by stuffing his head into the coffee cup just now. who.It's obviously a bad idea, but because of his young age, it makes people feel very cute.

Kurikawa Soryu had no choice but to hand him the finished coffee, and said with a gentle smile on his face, "Okay, okay, I really can't do anything about you."

After getting what he wanted, the boy did not continue to pester him, and Kurikawa Soryu was able to tidy up his utensils peacefully for a while.

But when he turned his head, he found that the cup of coffee had not been drunk at all, and the cute rainbow pony pattern painted with colored syrup had been stirred up maliciously with a spoon into an unsightly cup of coffee. Unappetizing brown streaks.The boy who was fascinated by My Little Pony just now was looking at him with a creepy scrutiny.

"Are you not used to drinking it? Although you added a lot of milk, Dazai, you really shouldn't get used to coffee." Kurikawa Soryu thought he had found the reason, showing his usual soothing smile, and said that he was about to change the coffee for the boy. A glass of soft drink that young people love.

"Kurikawa's smile looks like a big dog." Just as he was about to move, the boy opposite suddenly said this sentence.

"Ah, thank you?" Kurikawa Soryu thought uncertainly after hearing girls classify boys into dogs and cats.The boy's words didn't seem to be mixed with too much emotional color, as if it was an ordinary comment, he couldn't judge what Dazai meant, so he could only thank him first habitually.

"But I hate dogs the most." The black-haired boy continued on his own. "When I see that kind of stupid and inexplicably happy creature, I get sick of it."

This sentence has obvious likes and dislikes. Kurikawa Soru didn't know how to deal with it for a while, but he was strangely not angry. He was determined to figure out what was suppressed in Dazai Osamu's words before deciding whether to change it. attitude towards the child.

"Kuri Chuan, tell me, why are you able to smile so happily when life is so unfortunate?" Those kite-colored eyes were full of pure and cruel doubts, making Li Chuan suddenly unable to blame such eyes if.

Unforgettable memories of the past resurfaced in my mind. The father’s urn and the mother’s unrecognizable head flashed before my eyes one after another, but there were still smiling faces of children that made Kurikawa Soryu slowly bend a firm smile. .

"There are still many things to be happy about." Although he didn't know what kind of past this child had, Soryu Kurikawa sincerely hoped that he would have more confidence in life.

"Also, Kurikawa, you should have met Odasaku before, so it shouldn't be difficult to deduce my occupation. What kind of mood do you have in order to mix drinks for the people at the port mafia?" Sweet young man The tired tone almost came close to his ears. It was the first time he faced the dark side of this young port mafia member, and he was surprised and puzzled.

"Click."

The sound of the gun being loaded was like a signal, Kurikawa Soryu was pointed at by several guns in an instant, and the so-called guests were all subordinates of the boy in front of him.

"Please come with us, Kurikawa-kun."

The sanhuamao, who has been missing since just now, is lying alone on the messy bar counter of the bar that has long been empty, with humanized worries in his eyes.