After retirement I became a guardian of troubled youth

After all, there are more people in the family, and the little things that Hikari Ueno bought before are completely not enough.

Before dinner, Osamu Dazai dragged him to the supermarket again to purchase a new batch of supplies.

What Osamu Dazai wants to eat, and some daily necessities.

Towels, cups, and storage boxes.

In fact, the original daily necessities in the house are very complete, and it is probably because Ueno Hikaru could not live alone, so he prepared several copies of each daily necessities.

But a certain 20-year-old Xiuzhi kid couldn't understand the things prepared by "other gods of death", so he had to bring Ueno Hikaru to pick them out.

All the things selected by Osamu Dazai are complete sets, and all kinds of daily necessities are put together, which looks like a neat family.

After returning home, Hikaru Ueno went to cook, while Osamu Dazai dug out all the daily necessities at home and piled them into a large storage box that was originally at home.

When Ueno Mitsudancai came out, Osamu Dazai had just finished packing, stood beside the big box and looked at him with a smile, and kicked the full storage box.

Hikaru Ueno leaned over and took a look, puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Osamu Dazai casually said: "These are not needed."

"That?"

Osamu Dazai thought about Ueno Hikaru's "good person expectations" for them, blinked obediently, and said, "Well, give them to those who need them more."

"Just donate together tomorrow."

By the way, there is another reason to go out together.

He "disappeared" for a day today, can Zhong also notice it? Leaving aside, Luanpo will definitely find something wrong when he returns to the detective agency after work tomorrow.

For a detective, as long as he knows that Ueno Hikaru has returned to the human world, it will only take a day or two to find out where he is.

As for Zhongye...

Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes slightly.

His eyes turned to a small teacup with an orange handle in the box.

Of course, Nakahara Chuya himself could not realize this quickly.

After all, the two people have different "work units" now, and he doesn't feel like committing suicide every day.

It is normal for two people not to contact each other for several days.

Even Zhong Yuanzhong will be happy because of this.

If this time exceeds ten days.

He might even open a bottle of stash to celebrate.

But if you can't notice it, it doesn't mean that other people can't realize it.

such as……

Osamu Dazai squatted down, and pulled the cup aside with some disgust.

For example, one of his "former bosses" who is full of viciousness.

On the one hand, it's a bad taste, on the other hand, it's also...

Afraid he might say something he shouldn't have said.

For example, Mr. Mori promised Hikari Ueno that he would keep the three children away from the port mafia.

As a result, as soon as Ueno Hikaru left, Mori Ogai, who took over the port mafia, "recruited" the two of them in.

Osamu Dazai thought it was fun.

Central Plains Chuya may really have been "deceived".

"Xiu Zhi, come to eat."

Over there, Ueno Hikaru had set up dinner and asked him to come over.

Osamu Dazai responded obediently, and closed the lid of the storage box.

He would not allow a god of death from another world to intervene in Ueno Hikaru's life again.

Not in any form.

"Shuji?"

Hikaru Ueno poked half of his head out of the restaurant.

"Coming." Osamu Dazai responded briskly, walked up to Hikaru Ueno, and rubbed his head.

His fingertips sank into the white hair, pulling back the ends of the young man's hair.

White hair and black hair look completely different.

Osamu Dazai led him to the dining table, and suddenly said: "My brother's hair has all turned white, obviously it was all black when we first met."

Hikaru Ueno was stunned for a moment, not knowing why he said this suddenly, and looked over in a daze.

"It won't have any effect on my brother, right?" The young man's eyes were full of sincere concern, and only when Hikaru Ueno lowered his eyes to look at his hair did he show fleeting malice.

Of course, that malice was not aimed at the person opposite him.

The object of malice is something that is not a person.

Ueno shook his head.

"It just turned white."

It is a normal phenomenon after punishment and ability decay are superimposed.

After being completely white, even if the ability gradually recovers, the hair color will not change anymore.

Ueno Hikaru thought of something, pursed his lips, and asked him, "Don't you like it?"

"Eh? How come~" Dazai Osamu laughed, and ran his fingers through his hair, "My brother looks so good-looking!"

The two sat down at the dining table, on which were two sets of cutlery.

Ueno Hikaru picked up the chopsticks to pick up the vegetables very naturally, and did not notice the momentary surprise of the young man around him.

He was even puzzled by the fact that the other party didn't move his chopsticks for a long time, so he turned his head and asked, "Does it not taste good?"

Osamu Dazai shook his head, suddenly laughed, and asked, "Brother, can you taste it?"

Hikaru Ueno was startled, and nodded.

"Is it delicious? Human food."

Ueno Hikaru nodded again, and then suddenly a piece of sushi was stuffed into his mouth.

Osamu Dazai withdrew his hand, looked at him with a smile, and asked again: "Is it delicious?"

"Delicious." Hikaru Ueno blinked, picked up a piece of sushi and brought it to his mouth.

Osamu Dazai obediently opened his mouth and put the sushi in his mouth.

Ueno Hikaru also asked him, "Is it delicious?"

"Of course." Osamu Dazai responded vaguely, the corners of his mouth were curled, but his eyes showed a bit of loneliness, "I haven't eaten the meal made by my brother for many years."

Hikaru Ueno immediately felt a little apologetic in his heart, twisted his fingertips lightly, and lowered his eyes: "I..."

"So," Osamu Dazai waved his chopsticks in front of his eyes, looked at him with a smile, and said, "We will always eat together from now on."

He has a very appropriate youthful look, but it doesn't make people feel that he is out of line with his age. His crooked eyes reveal a feeling of innocence: "We have made an appointment~"

"Ah."

Ueno Hikaru looked at Osamu Dazai in this appearance, smiled slightly, and reached out to wipe off the sauce on the corner of his mouth with his fingertips.

……

Although the house is huge.

But this did not affect Osamu Dazai slipping into Hikari Ueno's room very naturally.

He had just taken a shower, and there were still drops of water on the ends of his hair, which dripped onto the wooden floor at the door as he tilted his head.

Sensing movement, Ueno Hikaru raised his eyes and looked over.

The young man huddled halfway at the door and blinked at him, as if vaguely expecting an invitation.

Hikaru Ueno stared at the drop of water on his hair for a moment, knowing that the drop of water could not bear the force of gravity, he slowly closed the book and waved to him.

The book he was reading was already in the house.

Probably to help him pass the time, the library is cluttered with shelves full of books.

From haiku to novel, from philosophy to astronomy.

Always give people a kind of all-encompassing.

Hikaru Ueno didn't care about what to read, so he just randomly picked a book from the bookshelf and brought it to browse.

Coincidentally, the one drawn was Yusaku Kudo's work.

The great writer he once met once.

"What are you reading, brother?" Osamu Dazai came over at some point, squinting slightly to look at the book on his lap.

Hikaru Ueno regained his senses and moved his arm away so that he could see the words on the cover.

Osamu Dazai was curious: "My brother likes to read his novels?"

"Hmm." Hikaru Ueno shook his head, "To pass the time."

As soon as he finished speaking, another drop of water fell from Dazai Osamu's hair and quietly landed on the book cover.

Hikaru Ueno looked up at him and put the book aside.

Osamu Dazai suddenly curled his mouth into a smile, and withdrew his hand that had been behind his back.

A milky white towel was hung on the young man's slender forearm.

The towel with a little damp appeared in front of his eyes naturally.

Not implied.

It's already expressing something.

Hikaru Ueno looked away from the towel, looked at Osamu Dazai a little funny, and picked up the towel helplessly.

The skin that was pressed underneath is exposed.

There is a distinct scar on Osamu Dazai's arm.

In fact, it is already very shallow.

But it still looks noticeably glaring.

The corners of Ueno Hikaru's raised mouth froze, and instantly flattened and tightened, and he raised his eyes to meet his gaze.

He was silently asking the other party what was going on.

Hikari Ueno still remembered the bandages that almost covered Osamu Dazai's body.

In the silence of the young man, he looked away a little bit, looking at other parts of him wrapped in the bathrobe.

Osamu Dazai took a big step back in an exaggerated way, wrapped the bathrobe that was originally loosely tied, and stared at him with wide eyes.

Hikaru Ueno: "?"

Osamu Dazai also seemed a little confused, tilted his head, nodded his body, and said half hesitantly: "Even if you are a brother, you can't?"

Hikaru Ueno couldn't understand what he wanted to say, and expressed himself directly: "You still have many such injuries on your body?"

His eyes slid across the shallow mark between the young man's arms, the meaning was very obvious.

"Well."

Osamu Dazai pondered for a moment, and gave a meaningless answer,

"well enough……"

Is it too much or not?

do not know.

Hikaru Ueno pursed his lips slightly, but waved at him again without saying a word.

Osamu Dazai touched the scar that he had looked at several times just now, and looked a little vigilant: "What are you doing?"

Ueno raised the towel in his hand: "Wipe your hair."

Osamu Dazai sighed slowly, then slowly moved over and sat down beside him.

Hikaru Ueno got up and stood opposite the young man.

His figure just blocked part of the light and shadow of the desk lamp, so that the young man's body was divided into two parts with distinct light and dark.

Hikaru Ueno stared at him with downcast eyes, somehow felt a little uncomfortable, raised his hand and turned the lamp, directly illuminating Osamu Dazai.

The young man squinted his eyes in discomfort, and was immediately covered by the white towel.

He raised his eyes and looked up, with a faint redness from the hot water at the end of his eyes.

Coupled with the towel that will cover the top of the head, the young man looks a little more docile and docile than usual.

Hikaru Ueno pressed the towel and rubbed his hair through the towel.

Osamu Dazai rolled his eyes, looking a little comfortable.

The action of wiping hair inadvertently paused for a moment, and then returned to normal.

Hikaru Ueno traced the young man's eyebrows with his eyes downcast, and pursed his lips lightly.

I always feel that when I look at the young man in front of me, there seems to be something separated.

It's like some light and fluffy tulle, which can be broken with a poke, but it seems to have unparalleled tenacity, and it can't be penetrated no matter what.

It's like he can only stroke Xiuzhi's hair through the towel at the moment.

Is it because...it's been too long since we haven't seen each other, so there's a gap?

Ueno Hikaru thought erratically.

After all, more than seven years is really a long time for human beings.

The towel was suddenly grabbed.

Ueno Hikari paused, and in the next second met Osamu Dazai's eyes.

"What is brother thinking?" Osamu Dazai asked him in a low voice, his eyes still showed that soft and well-behaved feeling.

Well.

Hikaru Ueno calmed down, subconsciously concealed his true thoughts just now, and asked instead: "How have you been these few years?"

Osamu Dazai was slightly taken aback, as if he was a little surprised that he would ask this, then pondered for a moment, shook his head, and said, "It's actually not good."

He paused, and poked the wound on the crook of his arm himself.

"Brother can guess it after seeing this." He smiled indifferently, tugged at the sleeves he pushed up, and covered them.

"But we just met today, so I don't want to talk about those unhappy things." He cast an innocent look at Hikari Ueno, even a little pitiful.

and so.

Sure enough, it was because we hadn't seen each other for so long that there was a gap?

Unlike when I was a child, I wanted to share everything with him.

Ueno Hikaru thought about it endlessly, and suddenly felt uncomfortable.

Osamu Dazai tugged on his sleeve, and pulled back his thoughts: "Let's talk about something happy."

"for example?"

"For example, I'm really happy to see my brother today~ After all, it's been so many years." He paused, and the corners of his mouth suddenly drooped.

As if that kind of happiness is just a fleeting emotion.

"I thought I would never see my brother again."

Hikaru Ueno froze for a moment, and responded: "...No."

"But my brother hesitated."

Osamu Dazai leaned forward suddenly, leaned over and stared at him with narrowed eyes, as if trying to see his expression clearly,

"So if we didn't have a 'chance meeting' today, brother would just..."

Just halfway through his words, the wet towel suddenly blocked his sight.

Osamu Dazai was stunned for a moment, and pulled off the towel.

Before he could speak again, Ueno Hikaru had already said: "This is not a happy topic." He said quickly and decisively.

The meaning of avoidance is very obvious.

Osamu Dazai could guess why.

Because I don't want them to know more and get involved more deeply.

Hikaru Ueno has rarely mentioned the matter of the Underworld to them, and even tried his best to prevent them from going there.

Dazai understood.

But if he really did exactly that.

That's not Dazai.

He smiled, nodded obediently, and completely changed the subject.

He started talking about interesting things he had experienced in the past few years.

For example, certain people he has met, such as some members of the detective agency, and for example, a little bit of information about the other three people.

A little bit.

……

Yokohama, port mafia, chief office.

Zhongyuan Zhong also just finished his busy work, and he was called here before he had time to rest.

It was very dark outside by now.

The bright moon hangs high in the sky, and Yokohama below is brightly lit, like a bustling city that never sleeps.

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the man standing by the window with his back turned to him, a little puzzled: "Boss?"

Mori Ogai turned around slowly, smiled slightly, and suddenly asked: "Hasn't Chuya had a good rest for a long time?"

Zhong Yuanzhong was also taken aback.

But Mori Ogai didn't seem to be expecting his response, so he continued to speak, and asked meaningfully: "There are few things recently, do you want to... go to another place for a vacation?"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "?"