I saved the world after jumping backwards

The two chatted intermittently until the breathing of the silver-haired boy on the other end of the phone became steady and long.

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the call log that lasted more than an hour, and pressed the save button by accident.

Xuebu was woken up by the sound of vegetables being put into the frying pan, he sat up from the bed in a daze, and went to the kitchen barefoot without slippers.

The man with reddish-brown hair frantically pressed the lid of the pot. The killed fish in the pot was bouncing and struggling like a dead body. He seemed to have sensed the arrival of Xue Bu, and he immediately turned his head.

"Xue, you're awake."

For some reason, Xuebu was able to read the feeling of being caught and flustered from Oda Saku's expressionless face, Xuebu walked into the kitchen and asked curiously: "Mr. Do you cook?"

It’s no wonder he asked this question. After all, when I was at home, Yukibu was cooking for Odasaku, and Odasaku’s diet before living with Yukibe was either instant food products or Going to the seaside restaurant to solve the problem, to say cooking alone, this is the first time Xuebu has seen it.

Odasaku put down the lid of the pot, turned to look at him, "Yes."

At this moment, the pot lid behind him was bumped twice by the dead fish, and Odasaku reacted quickly to hold it down with his hands. Emotions, at least nothing like this happened when he was practicing cooking a while ago.

"Do you need my help?" The silver-haired boy blinked and asked understandingly.

The man with reddish-brown hair frowned slightly, and refused: "No need, I wanted to make it for you."

But soon, he added: "Go to the living room and watch TV."

As he said that, he pushed Xuebu into the living room, and after he sat down, he took out the slippers that he had touched in his hand for some time, and he knelt down on one knee and carefully held up the somewhat dazed Xuebu's feet, " Wait, wait? Mr. Zuo, can I wear it myself?!"

Xue Bu's feet are also very beautiful, they look slender and small, and his skin is very white, which makes every part of him look as translucent and moist as snow jade.

Feeling the cool temperature in his hands, Oda Saku frowned slightly. He stretched out both hands and rubbed them vigorously. When the palms of his hands became hot due to friction, he stretched out his hands to cover the soles of the boy's feet.

The silver-haired boy couldn't hold back, and shrank back a bit. He was indeed a little ticklish, but at this time he felt more puzzled and flattered.

"Mr. Zuo, why..."

Odasaku didn't speak, and he didn't let go of his brow until the boy's left foot warmed up. After putting on the slippers for him, he covered his right foot in the same way.

"Yuki, remember to wear slippers next time." Oda Saku said, "Your health is not good, don't get sick."

Xue Bu was a little embarrassed by what he said, he curled up his toes, and said obediently: "I see."

He paused, as if he didn't know whether to speak, "Well, Mr. Zuo, is the fish okay?"

Only then did the man come to his senses, and rushed into the kitchen again to deal with the fish that was about to burnt. It was fish soup, otherwise they might not be able to eat this meal.

Xuebu watched TV for about half an hour, all he watched was the news channel, which was broadcasting the previous sky ring code incident, the air conditioner was turned on in the living room, and the cold wind was blowing the wind chimes hanging on the French windows of the balcony, causing the It made a pleasant jingle.

The smell of food came from the kitchen, and Odasaku walked out of the kitchen with an unlit cigarette in his mouth, carrying the dishes.

Seeing this, Xuebu also helped out the rest of the meal. When he came to the dining table, he found that the bowls and chopsticks were placed at the head and tail of the rectangular dining table in an extremely ceremonial manner. The man took out a bottle of orange juice from the refrigerator and put it on the table.

He gestured with his eyes, and the boy immediately sat down on the chair with understanding.Odasaku filled the glasses in front of the two with orange juice before he sat down.

The light above the dining table was dim and warm, and Odasaku raised his glass to the boy, his eyes were gentle and stable, "Welcome back, Yuki."

Xuebu reached out to clink glasses with him, and said with a smile, "Thank you, Mr. Zuo."

After he took a sip of orange juice, he said, "Mr. Zuo seems to like fruits like oranges very much." After getting some doubts from the man, he explained: "Maybe Mr. Zuo didn't care, you used to be in Lupine will order me some orange juice, and Tsukuru-san’s favorite drink is screwdriver, right? That’s also a citrus-based fruity cocktail.”

Odasaku opened his eyes slightly, he was probably born with such a relatively natural personality, except for spicy curry, he didn't think he had any other favorite things, after Yukipo said, it seems that there is such a thing thing.

"That's true." He pursed his lips and sighed subconsciously, "I didn't expect Xue to know how to mix wine."

"I heard from Mr. Nakaya that he knows more about alcohol." The boy's smile seemed to stiffen for a moment, but the momentary stiffness disappeared quickly, just like Oda Sakunosuke's hallucination.

Yukibu mentioned Nakahara Chuya, which reminded Odasaku that he asked him to take care of Yukibu before going to Italy. It seems that the other party did abide by the agreement with him.

And he heard from Dazai that the Italian mafia organization "Passione" originally wanted Yukibu to stay in Italy, and Nakahara Chuya also offered to replace Yukibu. Thinking of this, Odasaku couldn't help but thank him in his heart .

"Let's eat." Oda said.

It was the first time for him to cook for others. Although he learned from the boss impromptu and practiced for a few days, he still couldn't help being nervous when it came to the official round.

After the silver-haired boy ate his dishes, although his face was still expressionless, his gaze was almost as real as it was.

The fish soup is delicious, but maybe there is too much pepper, and the body becomes warm just after taking a sip of Xuebu.

"It's delicious!" Xuebu smiled at him, "Did Mr. Zuo learn this on purpose?"

The man lowered his eyes in embarrassment, "Ah, I asked the boss to teach me, because you are coming back."

Xuebu smiled happily and sweetly, and the two had a pleasant dinner together.

After dinner, the two sat on the sofa in the living room and chatted together. They chatted one after another, as if they wanted to make up for the time they hadn't met, and Xuebu took the initiative to talk to Oda experience in Italy.

"Mr. Giorno is really good. He is only 16 years old this year, but he manages the organization very well."

"Well, it's really powerful."

Xuebu's toes touched the carpet bit by bit, telling the trivial things: "The pizza in Naples is delicious, it was recommended by Mr. Bugarati, and there is mint-flavored ice cream, which tastes very good for the first time. It's strange, but the texture at the back will become cool, which is really interesting. There is also strawberry cake, but Mr. Mista doesn't let the cake be divided into four pieces, but eight pieces are too much, so everyone usually divides it into six pieces .”

Odasaku smiled lightly: "It does sound delicious."

"And Mr. Nakaya, he finally wore the dress I chose for him. It really looks good."

"The one you sent me the photo of? I'm not very good at looking at clothes. If you think it looks good, it must be good looking."

"The sky and the beach over there are also beautiful, a view that you can't see in Yokohama."

"Well, you're also taking beautiful pictures."

Both of them are the type who are not very good at chatting with others, and the content of the conversation gradually evolved into boasting about the group leader and the repeater who thinks what he said is right.

Finally, the silver-haired boy stopped talking, and at some point he took Odasaku's hand.

At this moment, the air was so heavy that it seemed to be condensed. The boy didn't look up at him, but just held it like this, as if he didn't want to separate.

Oda Saku noticed something, he didn't ask Yukibu, but connected himself and the boy tightly with his fingers, he was silent for a while, and finally looked at him with a smile: "Xue, you have fun in Italy ?"

"Hmm! Happy!" His voice was excited, but his voice trembled slightly. He took a deep breath and tried to smile and said, "By the way, Mr. Zuo, Mr. Giorno taught me how to dance."

The silver-haired boy stood up. He held out a hand to the man, bent slightly and made an invitation gesture: "Mr. Oda Sakunosuke, would you like to dance with me?"

The man shook his head awkwardly, "I can't dance."

"It's okay." The boy smiled, "Just follow in my footsteps."

With a little force, he pulled Odasaku up from the sofa, and the two quickly got close.

Yukibu stared into Odasaku's blue eyes and smiled sweetly.

They started dancing.

There is no music, no lights, only under the faint moonlight, their hands are clasped, and even their breathing is at the same frequency.

Yukibu is a very good teacher, he quickly mastered the rhythm with Odasaku, pushing back and forth.

He asked Oda to perform a female jumping step with some bad intentions, and asked him to bend over and circle under his raised arms. The man with reddish-brown hair followed his movements in a good-tempered manner. When he smiled cutely, he couldn't help laughing too.

The two of them were like children, turning round and round, dancing over and over again, until both of them collapsed on the sofa from exhaustion, their hands were still holding each other tightly, they looked at each other panting, Then they laughed together again.

"Yuki, do you remember what happened to you?" Finally, Odasaku asked.

"Yeah." The young man answered lightly, "Mr. Oda Sakunosuke, I can't stay here anymore."

Even though he said so, he still didn't let go of Odasaku's hand, he took a deep breath, and pretended to smile relaxedly, "I always feel, I'm so unwilling."

Odasaku looked at him, there was mist in the boy's eyes, his voice was trembling, "I finally figured it out."

The man with reddish-brown hair moved his eyes slightly, and he asked, "Did I make it difficult for you?" He reached out and gently wiped away the boy's tears, "Will I make it difficult for you to make a choice?"

He still had that indifferent appearance, but his voice gradually became hoarse, "If I will become your hindrance, then abandon me, Xue."