DeepSky_Luo Xiang's short stories

A crescent moon can be seen through the porthole, and the star-studded sea is quiet. The pirates on the Sonny have already gone to bed one after another. The blond man sitting on watch at night sits alone in the dining room, spreads out a few pieces of letter paper, takes Pick up a quill. It might be like this in normal times, jotting down the various recipes he conceived when no one is around, that is part of his chef career. But not today.

There are always some special times every year. People sailing on the sea will write a letter to their relatives or friends. And whether it is out of missing or habit, this seems to have become a New Year's practice.

The blond man occasionally writes something to Baratti's bastard chefs. Anyway, the main idea is that the bastards are optimistic about the restaurant, don't make too much trouble, let alone demolish it, and that old man, you must live a few more days Years, wait until I find Allblue and then go back and taunt him.

I want to send one more letter this year. Although we occasionally contact each other on the phone, they are all related to the alliance plan, and they are all in the presence of everyone on the ship. Business is business. Sanji can only listen to the voice on the other end of the phone bug, imagine that person is standing opposite him, and when he lifts his eyes, he can see the pair of dark golden pupils. smile. At those times, he had to be [-]% careful not to reveal even a little bit of missing.

right.

He misses Trafalgaro very, very much.

Missing is the most irresistible thing. Just like feelings, just standing there quietly is enough to stagnate your breath and depress your heart. All the appearance of not caring is a kind of disguise, he knows it, and that person knows it. Then It was an undisclosed secret between him and that person, and they were not yet free enough to be honest. The blond man told himself that this appearance was like preparing for a delicate dish, and the moment when it was served on the plate was wonderful , but before that, every preparatory work is essential.

"To Lo:"

There is only one title on the paper, and he is holding the quill pen, at a loss as to what to write next. How to say it. No words can describe the heaviness. In this dead of night when people think of him with all their strength, the blood vessels and heart He seemed to be screaming. He missed the name that person said while biting the tip of his ear, he missed that person lowered his head and kissed his fingertips, he missed the warmth of his lips on his neck, and he even missed that bastard who relied on being better than himself With a slightly taller height, he deliberately let himself stand on tiptoe to reach his lips and then show a successful smirk.

"Pulu puff puff." The phone bug rang without warning in the middle of the night.

The blond man froze for a moment, buttoned up the paper, and then walked over to pick up the receiver.

"Hello?"

"Blackfoot House."

Just a title is enough to make the heart stop. Sanji took a deep breath almost uncontrollably. "Luo."

"You keep vigil today?"

"Ah, yes... Is there any emergency?" He unconsciously clenched his fists, "Do you want me to call everyone else?"

"No, no need." The other side paused, "What I want to say is, just right."

"what?"

The door of the restaurant opened gently, and Sanji turned his head. The man who walked in turned his back to the moonlight, his dark golden eyes were proud and confident. The long dark purple knife rested on the man's shoulder, and he held a knife in his other hand. A small phone bug. That slender figure, walking posture, everything fits the memory of the blond man most deeply.

Trafalgaro appeared on board the Sonny just like that, before his eyes.

"Are you writing a letter?"

"Ah? Eh? No, wait..."

The doctor saw at a glance that the guilty expression must have something to do with him. He flipped the top piece of letter paper over with the corner of his lips, and sure enough, he saw his name at first sight.

"Do you want to write something to me? But..." He gently put down the page, and walked towards the man who had gathered his thoughts for a long time, "Compared with words, I want you to tell me in person. Now, in Here. Is it okay?"

-END-

Didn't the Straw Hat Pirates have the "Seven Unbelievable Events"? !!!

One of them must be: the phone rings suddenly in the middle of the night, and once answered, there is no sound... I guess. (Thick fog)

The author has something to say:

[To my missing you assuming the doctor has left Sonny blah blah]