I used 300 JPY to catch up with my parents

Four years later, when Fuxi stood under the iconic Mafia building again, she found that the appearance and layout had not changed significantly.

The leader also changed from a cruel old man to another cruel old man.

What has changed is Mafia's status, order and industry in Yokohama.

These are things Mori Ogai will not let her touch.

"Miss Fuxi, the leader is waiting for you in the garden."

The person in charge of receiving her reminded, "Please follow me and don't go wrong again."

Fuxi was quite absent-minded, and had already gone in the wrong direction three times, and even she herself couldn't tell whether it was intentional or not.

It was certainly a pleasure to leave the Zen house, but seeing Mori Ogai also made her uncomfortable.

"Know--"

The sound stopped abruptly.

She saw a dark-haired young man coming out of the elevator.

Part of the opponent's face was covered by a white bandage, and under the soft and fluffy hair were iris eyes in deep thought.

——Osamu Dazai, one of Mafia's current top five cadres.

The young cadre walked towards her, the black coat on his shoulders shaking slightly with his steps.

Fuxi's eyes lingered on him for a second, then moved away immediately.

step.two steps.

When Osamu Dazai passed her by, the hem of the black coat on his shoulders was picked up by the wind, and it brushed against the back of her hand tenderly.

She reached out and took it.

The young man's footsteps suddenly stopped as if the pause button was pressed.

This action lasted for a very short time, and it was in the blind spot under all monitoring of Mafia, and no one around noticed it.

The fabric is softer than expected, like flower petals.

She let go quickly, and Osamu Dazai continued walking.

They didn't even say a word.

Further on, is the garden of Mafia.

Mori Ogai was waiting for her there.

Regardless of personal prejudice, Fuxi admires him very much.

With only a silver hand letter and the testimony of Osamu Dazai, the chief doctor became the chief.

The name is not right and the words are not right, and most people oppose it.But he just sat in that position and sat firmly.

The gardens are the prettiest part of Mafia.

The red roses are delicate and charming, and the garden is in full bloom.

Fuxi remembered the rumors she had heard from Mori Ogai.The former leader liked to bury the corpses of traitors here as fertilizer. He firmly believed that roses nourished by flesh and blood would bloom more beautifully.

She asked Mori Ogai if he would continue the malice, and the latter just smiled.

"Mr. Sen."

Fuxi saw Mori Ogai sitting at the dining table.

He was wearing a straight black suit, and he was admiring the desserts on the table with his hands folded under his chin.

The humanoid supernatural Alice is not by his side.

"Fuxi sauce, long time no see."

"One year, three months and 21 days."

Fuxi reported the specific figures, and Mori Ogai's face became a little happier.

Accurate to the number of days, there is an illusion of affection.

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

There was only one cake and one silver spoon on the table.

Mori Ogai said softly, "Sit here."

Fuxi sat down on the chair next to him, looking at the spoon that was handed over after scooping out a full cake, her scalp felt numb for a while.

In Mafia, no one can refuse a leader.

Maybe she should be thankful that Mori Ogai didn't let her sit on his lap like she did when she was a child, at least it's decent now.

She opened her mouth, submissively held the spoon in her mouth, and watched the pleased expression on the man's face.

"That's how I used to feed you."

Mori Ou said in a tone immersed in memories, "This is how Fuxi sauce grew up."

Fuxi was speechless.A good script for a loving father must develop in the direction of ghosts and animals.

She was adopted by Mori Ogai when he was studying at the University of Tokyo.

He raised her delicately.

At his worst, he would rather eat one meal a day by himself than spend less on her dresses and children's books.

Her earliest memory is the scene of Mori Ogai holding a book in one hand and watching the sea while holding her in the other.

The sound of his reading is mixed with the sound of the waves, waking up and falling asleep with her.

She has no parents, no siblings, no friends in her life, and Mori Ogai is her only link with the world.

He is all colors, though the color of black mud.

"Is it tasty?"

Mori Ogai slowly took out the spoon, "This is a cake specially prepared for you."

"... Delicious." No wonder.

No sugar was added, and the bitter taste of pure cocoa powder made her clench her fist.

Mori Ogai definitely did it on purpose.

"Since it's delicious, let's finish it."

really.

This is the punishment for not completing the task.According to his personality, it may be only the first step.

Another spoonful of scooped cake was handed over, Fuxi reluctantly opened her mouth.

"Master Dazai."

The polite voice of Mafia members came from outside the door, and when Fuxi heard the name, she hesitated for a moment when she swallowed.

But she didn't look away, she still stared at Mori Ogai intently.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the black figure, who sat opposite him without saying a word.

He didn't show any embarrassment at the fact that the leader fed the girl a cake, which was so unsightly.

Mori Ogai asked, "Dazai-kun also came to enjoy the flowers?"

"Yes."

Osamu Dazai hooked his fingers carelessly, his sleeves slowly slid down, revealing his bandage-wrapped arms.

The game consoles that used to be in hand during leisure time are nowhere to be seen now.

"The summer garden is worth looking forward to." Mori Ogai said with a smile.

Fuxi ate the terribly bitter cake bit by bit, but her mind was thinking about the distance between Osamu Dazai and her.

He sat directly across from her, and the length of the table was—

She stretched out her feet carefully, and she was wearing the small leather shoes that Mori Ogai gave her. When she came back, she specially changed into the clothes he bought, in order to make him happy.

Then she moved forward tentatively, and the toe of her shoe touched Osamu Dazai's leg.

This is Mori Ogai's blind spot.

There is an unspeakable excitement in making small moves under the leader's nose.

Before she became the leader, the leader forbade her to be alone with Osamu Dazai on the grounds of preventing the troublemaker and the troublemaker from conspiring to punish him.

If there is a need to meet, a third person must be present.

Fuxi just wanted to poke Osamu Dazai briefly, and when she wanted to take it back, she found that the toe of the shoe was pinched by the other side's feet.

I pulled it, but didn't pull it back.

She took a look and saw the corner of the young man's mouth raised an arc.

"head--"

It was rare for him to go back to Mafia to report on his work, and Zhongyuan Zhong, who had just stepped into the garden, just happened to witness this scene, and his eyes went dark.

At the dining table, the leader of the family is feeding the girl a cake.

Under the dining table, my partner is entangled with the girl...

All three views are destroyed.

Zhong Yuanzhong also met the person involved.

Last summer in Okinawa to complete a certain mission, Osamu Dazai tricked him into drinking on a passing cruise ship.

He was drunk a lot, and when he woke up from the bar in a daze, he couldn't find a partner.

He later saw him from behind a French window.

Osamu Dazai and the silver-gray haired girl were sitting on the edge of the bed and chatting. On the bed lay a blond young man sound asleep.

Shouldn't be eavesdropping.

But he listened anyway.

At first he thought that the two were acquaintances of Dazai Osamu, and he didn't know Fuxi.

"Your fiancé trusts you a lot."

"It's not so much trust as it is contempt. He never thought that we would date by his bedside." The girl smiled, "Mr. Mori would never have thought that we could meet in this way."

"Is it."

"Since you're looking for excitement, you should change into Naoya's clothes. Isn't that what life is all about?"

Nakahara Chuya's eyes widened as he watched Osamu Dazai caress the girl's eyebrows with his fingers.

So perverted.

Openly flirting in front of someone else's fiancé, no, maybe something more serious happened, does Osamu Dazai have a lower limit?

Zhong Yuanzhong was also very thankful that the curtains were blown down by the wind at that time, blocking his sight, so he didn't look any further.

But what is the situation now?

Chief Mori also joined that family?

Zhong Yuanzhong is also unwilling to think about it.

If the attention is placed under the table, then the attention on the table will be unevenly distributed.

It wasn't until the spoon that fed the cake suddenly poked hard, almost scratching her throat, that Fuxi came back to her senses.

She choked and coughed.

"Are you okay?" Mori Ogai suggested kindly with a worried look on his face, "Sit up straight so you don't choke easily."

Fuxi pursed her lips coldly.

Mafia's leader, Mafia's cadres, the two shook gently in her heart for two rounds.

After all, it is the former that suppresses more than the latter.

She retracted her feet and sat upright, like a serious and obedient elementary school student.

Mori Ogai was very satisfied with this, and reached out to wipe off the cream stain on her lips.

Her eyes were clouded by the coughing so violently.This layer of moisture softened the hostility in her eyes, making her look more like she was enduring.

Nakahara next to him was also inexplicably melancholy. He was an outsider, but he couldn't understand Osamu Dazai hooking up with a girl from a good family, or maybe they were hooking up with each other.

"Chuya-kun is back." Seeing him, Mori Ogai said cordially, "Fuxi-chan, this is Chuya-kun. I mentioned to you the Mafia cadre who I want to introduce to you as your boyfriend."

Central Plains was also dumbfounded.

Is he being added by decapitation?

The author says:

Chuya: I will not join even if I die.

There is no real Shura field, and the male protagonist remains the same. ?