Why aren't people raising me

Nakahara Masaharu is a kind child.

This is what Zhongyuan often laments, and it is also his deepest impression of Masaharu.

When Masaharu was a little over two years old, at the age when he was always wrestling when he walked, Nakahara Nakaya always hugged him when he went out, so he just lay peacefully in Nakaya's arms, staring at something in a daze.

"Jaji, what are you looking at?"

Once he didn't look back for a long time, Chuya asked him.

"That person... seems to be dying."

"What?" Zhongya Nakahara looked in the direction Masaharu pointed. It was a young man who had just arrived on Leibo Street. He was still wearing decent clothes for work, but he looked sloppy and hadn't taken care of him for a week. Leibo Street is not uncommon, and Zhong Yuanzhong didn't pay much attention to it, "How come, isn't he very good?"

Later, Zhong also discovered that Masaharu Nakahara went to talk to the young man when he had time.

The young man's eyes are tired and dead, but they will shine brightly when Masaru arrives, showing a soft smile to the child.

There is no aggressiveness, children who will not bring harm and malice to him.

Two days later, Masaharu suddenly happily held Chuya's hand and said,

"Brother Huatian decided to go back and find his family!"

"Hana field?" Zhong Yuanzhong also reacted for a while before matching the name with the young man, "Did you say anything to him?"

Masaharu Nakahara shook his head, "It's just an ordinary chat. Brother Hanada failed to start a business and owed a lot of debt. He dare not go home and wants to end himself in a chaotic place."

"……what?"

At that time, Masaharu's expressive ability was not as clear as it is now, but he occasionally said surprisingly, "I see that Brother Huatian is going to die in depression, so I always bother him, and I want to hang his lifeline like a spider's thread."

Chuya Nakahara realized at that moment that Masaharu Nakahara, who grew up in a harsh environment, was a pure child who could see the suffering of others and give kindness without hesitation.

He raised a baby for the first time, and watched him go from spitting milk to eating solid food, from crying to learning language, from turning over in bed to running and jumping, and gradually revealing his unformed, most fundamental personality.

Then, Nakahara also felt more and more clearly the "kindness" of Masaharu Nakahara.

He can't see death, and being unable to save others will make him sad for a long time. This depression is visible to the naked eye, but when asked about him, he doesn't say a word.

Shirase once tried to enlighten him, "Masaji, it's okay if you can't save him, he is not your responsibility, you are just strangers with no relationship."

But Masaharu Nakahara just clenched Nakahara Chuya's hand, and whispered, "Did I cause you any trouble?"

Nakahara also touched Masaharu's head, "No, the word 'trouble' won't be used among family members."

Masaharu Nakahara once said sincerely, I was born to prevent death.

Of course, this sentence was ridiculed by other teenagers in Yangli, but Zhong also felt that he was greatly touched.

His life started at the age of eight, and it passed without any childhood memories, so he didn't face his future goals, and he didn't quite understand why Masaharu pursued him, but he was shocked by his persistence, so he never Ignore the desire to belittle Masaharu.

So Chuya thought, such a kind-hearted Masaharu cannot follow him who has already joined the port mafia.

This thought was magnified even more difficult to ignore when I saw Yazhi, who was laughing wantonly with two police officers in the playground, and every minute and every second strongly reminded him——Aji, suitable for living in a bright place With the growth of haze, he may become a doctor, a criminal policeman, or someone else he wants to be.

Nakahara also gently pressed down the brim of his hat, his eyes filled with a bit of solemnity and determination, he led his companion "surgeon" to open the car door, and said to Nakahara Masaharu:

——"Be a happy child in the bright world."

This is the most sincere hope of my elder brother.

***

Originally, Masaharu Nakahara's physical strength was about to be exhausted, and he might faint when he heard the critical moment, but the amount of information in this sentence was too explosive, and he was immediately frightened sober.

"Wait, what does it mean to go to the Bright World? What is going on in your mind..." Masaharu Nakahara wanted to stand up excitedly, his knees softened and he knelt forward again,

Zhong Yuanzhong also grabbed him, "I told you, sit down."

Masaharu Nakahara took the opportunity to grab his arm tightly. His palm is very small, and only two hands can grasp Nakaya firmly. His face was a bit annoyed and wronged, "Do you dare to take what you said just now?" Say it again!"

It should be a very deterrent words, but Masaharu Nakahara's voice is not strong enough, and it is out of tune again.

But the two of them are not in the mood to pay attention to the episode that usually makes them laugh out loud, and they look at each other intently and eagerly.

"I gave you an ID, and those two police officers are too young to be your adoptees, but their families can, as long as you are disguised as the child of their deceased friend or relative, and give enough money , and that's all right."

Nakahara Chuya said calmly, he looks like an experienced member of the inner world now... no, exactly.

"Then, you can live with them."

Masaharu Nakahara couldn't hear his emotions, but not being able to hear them was the worst thing. Chuya's emotions were always clear and straightforward.

"No, I don't agree!" His eyes turned red, "Why do you decide this for me, I really like them..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhongyuan Zhong also suddenly lowered his eyebrows and took a step back.

resist.

Masaharu Nakahara's expression froze,

He's resisting hearing my compliments on other people,

Masaharu Nakahara panicked, and subconsciously raised his voice, "Listen to me first... Cough, cough cough cough... Chuya! I said the wrong thing that day, the truth was not my intention, I—"

"It's okay." Nakahara Chuya's eyes changed slightly, but it didn't seem unexpected, "You rest first, don't worry about talking."

"Did you not understand what I mean?" Masaharu Nakahara opened his eyes wide, "I don't want to quarrel with you, and I don't want to go to some bright world..."

A hand dropped from above his head.

Gloves of fine cloth, not soft,

"I've already said it, it doesn't matter." The red-haired boy looked at him firmly, "These reasons don't matter..."

"Jazhi, I am no longer the leader of the sheep, the sheep are just a self-defense regiment."

"And the port mafia..."

It is an organization steeped in darkness.

Varied……

Masaharu Nakahara thought for three seconds before connecting with Nakahara's brain circuit,

It was nothing more than being heartbroken and pushed him far away, so far that he was separated by two worlds.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

The throat that has not been flooded for a long time completely strikes, sending a steady stream of pain to Masaharu.

He seemed to be coughing out his lungs, his body trembling uncontrollably,

"Yaji!"

Zhong Yuanzhong was also frightened by him, and immediately said to his companion, "Surgeon, take a look at him first."

The arm was gently held up by the man, Masaharu Nakahara covered his throat and tried to stop the body's instinctive reaction, he felt strangely familiar with the feeling of enduring the pain,

"cough……"

In the back of his memory, he seemed to be as weak as he is now, and spent most of the day lying on the bed.

Then one day, someone lightly landed on the window like a feather, covered in moonlight, looking down at him with eyes that seemed to be pity and mockery.

"They took medicine."

"I'll let him stop first. Coughing like this will do a lot of damage to the throat."

"Chuya, don't worry about it."

No!

The doctor took out the needle, and Masaharu Nakahara, who was aware of what he was going to do, wanted to pull his hand back, but his strength was not enough to be seen in front of adults. This reluctance was like a kid who was afraid of injections. Nakahara Nakahara also thought He didn't trust strangers, and comforted, "Yazhi, he is my colleague, and he has a medical certificate obtained in a foreign country, so he won't do anything to you."

I don't care if his technique is good or not.

Nakahara Masaharu took away the hand covering his mouth, and said intermittently under uncontrollable breathing

"Tomorrow, November 11th, cough..."

"The two officers who saved me will..."

Can't go on.

Death strictly forbade him to pass on such information.

Masaharu Nakahara raised his eyes, fixedly looking at Chuya Nakahara.

That look contained a strong imploring meaning, which overwhelmed the physical pain in his body, making Nakahara Chuya suffocate and fell silent for a moment.

He caught the child's slumped body, and met Dazai Osamu's eyes with concern.

Tomorrow... two police officers?

***

Masaharu Nakahara woke up in a luxurious hotel suite.

And there was a row of men in black who looked like they were copy-pasted.

He had never seen such a posture before, and Masaharu Nakahara was still in a daze when he sat up.

He reacted for a few seconds, then asked calmly, "Where's Chuya?"

The man in black said with a serious look, "Master Zhongyuan has already returned to Yokohama."

what?

Ah? ?

Masaharu Nakahara suddenly jumped up from the bed, "He went back to Yokohama?! Why did he go back before he finished listening to me!"

The man in black shut up.

Masaharu Nakahara ran out of bed angrily and put on his shoes, "Since he is hiding from me, you will definitely not listen to me asking you to send me to him. Did you stay behind and watch me?"

"It's care." The man in black emphasized.

"What's the date today?"

"November 11."

Masaharu Nakahara scratched his head, "Did Nakaya really not understand my hint!"

He opened the door and rushed out, suddenly a hand across his waist picked him up, "Run out just after waking up, you are more lively than Zhongya said."

Masaharu Nakahara was startled, looked at that face for two seconds and said, "Surgeon?"

"Yo, you still know me." The man chuckled, "You're pretty smart, but if you know it and don't want to see you, don't post it."

"Are you sowing discord?" Masaharu Nakahara pretended to be farting, but the appearance of the man did calm his head a little. "I want to borrow a phone call."

"What are you doing, are you calling Chuya?"

While holding Masaharu between his arms, the surgeon took the elevator downstairs.

"It's not him, it's someone I know, so can you lend it to me?" In the elevator, Masaharu Nakahara struggled twice before giving up, "It's urgent."

"My personal mobile phone cannot be borrowed, but I probably know who you want to call. Don't worry, I will hand you over to the police now."

Masaharu Nakahara was taken aback, "Police?"

"There are a bunch of criminal police ambushing downstairs. It seems to be arresting some bombers. It was said twice on the radio." The surgeon squinted at him, "It's a big event that all the media and social networks are talking about. How many explosives did he install?"

After leaving the hotel door, Masaharu Nakahara saw a line of extremely short numbers in the crowd at a glance.

37 seconds.

Masaharu Nakahara's nerves tensed up.

The man in the phone booth died in 37 seconds. Is it a sudden illness?

The surgeon lowered his voice, "Look, a bunch of criminal police are ambushing, and he is the prisoner, right?"

"Will he be shot?" Yazhi asked.

"Do you think it's so easy to kill people in the street?"

Then why did he die?

The surgeon continued to explain the situation to Yazhi very leisurely, "Look at that corner, there is no one there, right? But I saw it when I was upstairs, and the bomber's companion was watching there. You said that if he saw When your companion is arrested, will you..."

Masaharu didn't know what would happen if he was caught, but if the prisoner died in full view, the prisoner's accomplices would definitely blame the police.

Masaharu Nakahara's cold sweat suddenly slipped, "Put me down!"

"What do you want?"

This time the surgeon was very obedient, but he just stared at Masaharu leisurely, Masaharu Nakahara even saw playful interest in his eyes.

10 seconds left.

Masaharu Nakahara watched the countdown,

At this time, the prisoner found the criminal police surrounding him, and ran out of the phone booth in a panic, trying to jump over the guardrail.

At the critical moment, Masaharu Nakahara yelled: "Woo--"

It was a cry that belonged to the unchanging period of children, an incomparably shrill cry.

Everyone on the scene was shocked by the piercing howl, and the nervous prisoner fell to the ground when he stepped over the guardrail. His arm stretched out instinctively, and the next second——

"what--!"

The screams overwhelmed Masaharu Nakahara's dry howls, and everyone who was attracted by Masaharu looked over reflexively,

I saw that the prisoner's hand was run over by the car, and it was bloody and bloody.

but……

Nakahara Masaharu looked at the time above his head,

The countdown, which was originally only a few seconds left, has grown wildly to more than 20 years in an instant,

Alive!

He raised the corners of his lips excitedly, and within two seconds of being happy, he heard a surgeon's knowing laughter from above his head,

"What, that's why Chuya wants to push you away."

"Remember his kindness, kid."

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*Surgeons are members of the Banner Society.