[Comprehensive] After leaving Yokohama, I joined Xiongying

"Okay—it hurts—ah—! It's about to die of pain, I'm about to die of pain!"

A book is turned over a page.

"Oh heaven! So heaven is like this! I have already reached heaven, why do I still feel real pain?!"

The book has been turned again.

"I—really—really—so—pain—ah—"

The owner of the book's hand didn't stop at all, and finally raised his head when the sound of screaming pain was getting closer and even one hand was on his own book.

"Good afternoon, sir."

He said calmly, without asking why the other party was wet and why he kept crying, "Excuse me, can you take your hand off my book?"

The young man who kept pressing his arm and complaining of pain suddenly widened his eyes, "Wow, you are so ruthless! Mr. A is no longer the Mr. A you used to be! Mr. A has become cold, heartless and unreasonable!"

If it is an ordinary person, they will definitely complain about who is making trouble for no reason.But the person reading the book—or we prefer to call him Itachi, Itachi just closed the book and cast his eyes on the other party as the other party wanted.

"I am not being vexatious, sir."

On the contrary, no matter from the perspective of a bystander or something, it is the other party who has been making unreasonable troubles from the beginning like a child who has no candy.

This man who acted like a child as soon as he appeared on the stage was probably Itachi's friend who met by chance.

The reason for saying this is because although they have met several times, and even met here tacitly, the two of them still don't know each other's name until now, and they have always been "Sir" and "Little Devil". The best way to address each other is that the other party gave him a perfunctory name of "Mr. A".

This, like their meeting, is a kind of tacit agreement between the two. Itachi sensed the breath of the dark world from the other party and was unwilling to delve into it, and the other party just pushed the boat along with a smile.

But there is no doubt that there is a kind of tacit understanding between the ten-year-old Itachi and the said 16-year-old boy in front of him.

If there were geniuses in this world, these two would undoubtedly be included in this category.

If there were a deeper category of so-called geniuses, maybe these two would be put together as well.

And the two who were once classified as heterogeneous did not actually react like ordinary people gathered together after they met, and they just broke up at the touch of a touch.

Someone who read a book and someone who committed suicide and jumped into the river, the intersection of the two only exists in this silent river.

The first encounter was also by this river.

A year had passed since Itachi was adopted by Oda Sakunosuke.In just one year, I became familiar with the excellent quiet place to read books found by the surrounding children, and formed the habit of reading books every few days to see the scenery.

On a certain day, Itachi, who came here as usual, was attracted by a different sound from the river beside him.

Because of the bend of the river, garbage from the other side of the river was always washed up to this side, but it was not garbage that washed up that day, but a person.

Itachi hesitated for a while between quietly reading the book and taking a look at the other party, then put down the book and walked towards the other party.

"Ah, is this heaven?"

——This was the first sentence he heard the other party say.

"No, it's not."

——He ruthlessly shattered the boy's fantasy.

"What is it that I put on such a face, I am the one who is hindered from going to heaven, I should be the one who is unhappy?" The young man was very dissatisfied, "Mr. A, your appearance is exactly the same as that annoying slug."

"No, you won't go to heaven even if I didn't fish you out of the river." Itachi said unmoved, "And people are not like slugs, no matter how annoying they are, it's impossible."

The boy who directly filtered out a certain sentence: "Huh? Could it be that hell is what I'm going to?"

"Maybe."

Whether heaven or death is what this unnamed boy pursues.Itachi had argued many times with the other party about this, but in the end they could only draw, ending in a quarrel like schoolchildren on both sides.

"You guy... what happened to you recently?" After the routine greeting, the boy sat next to him with bright eyes, "It makes me happy to say it... no, I mean, let me help you Let's figure it out together."

Itachi squeezed the center of his brows with a headache, knowing that he couldn't hide his thoughts in front of the nimble black-haired boy, so he might as well tell his troubles as the other party said.

— not to please him!

"It's not a big deal," he said slowly, without any panic in his tone, "it's just worrying about whether father alone can support the whole family's expenses."

"It's really hard work, you're only ten years old, right?" The young man who quietly listened to Itachi's words groaned with a smile on his face. With his intelligence, he naturally knew that the implication of the other's words was that he wanted to use this child's body to share his father's worries. Eager to try, it really seemed like a gesture to share the worries of friends, "Let me think about it..."

"Ah there!" A giant virtual light bulb appeared above his tousled black hair. "Go beep—how ​​about it?"

"I'm just a kid."

He imitated the other party's tone and replied with a straight face, although the words were filled with a youthful style, but because the person who said this was still a young and mature person, there was a special contrast in it.

"Don't worry, don't worry, there's always someone who likes it—or there are quite a few people who like it. If you need it, I can introduce it to you."

"Forget it then." Itachi put the book he brought out into the bag Odasaku prepared for him, "Anyway, I'll think about this kind of thing again, and your proposal is the same."

"Ha, hahahahahahaha," the young man tilted his head and looked at Itachi for a while, "You are really strange."

Itachi tilted his head, "You too."

"I know this kind of thing," the young man sat cross-legged in a rather unrestrained posture, waving his bandage-covered hands, ignoring the high-end suit at first glance—or rather, from the fact that this person can wear it. The suicide by jumping into the river in a high-end suit (according to him) has already made it clear that the other party is different from Itachi, who is careful about budgeting and thrifty.

"But I can really show you a way." He raised his face and looked at Itachi, his dark brown pupils clearly reflected his own pupils in black and white.

Besides, neither his figure nor the world can be clearly projected.

It was muddy.

It is impossible to reflect the real world, and it is impossible to detect the essence of this person, only to get a distorted pupil.

Well, kind of scary.

But if it was in his own eyes, what he saw must be a similar scene.

Itachi thought casually.

"Go to Hong Kong to try it?"

"That's right, it's the huge mafia entrenched in Yokohama. For you, it shouldn't be a problem for you to sneak in and be a low-level employee?"

The young man bullied him, his slightly hoarse and sexy voice was close in front of his eyes, those abyss-like tea-brown pupils were fixed on Itachi, and the bottom could not be seen in those eyes at first glance.But for no reason, Itachi always felt that there was something deep in the boy's eyes, stretching out his hands and feet without knowing his body, and pulling him into it.

It's almost like saying-

"How is it?" The young man's voice echoed in his ears with a slight smile, like a hissing snake in mythology that lures people to break the precepts, as persuasive as it is malicious.

If it was an ordinary person, their hands and feet might be too weak to speak under such strong malice.But Itachi just tilted his head, he didn't feel the malice from the boy, but

"I see." So he stood up and nodded seriously at the other party, "I will seriously consider your suggestion."

"..."

"..."

"Ha, hahahahahahaha!" After a brief silence, the laughter of a young man who didn't know where to poke it sounded. Itachi blinked and was puzzled by this. different.

"Sure enough, you are very interesting." The boy laughed so hard that tears came out, holding Itachi's shoulder to wipe away the physical tears, "but what I said is true."

"Judging from the jobs you can do at your age, Hong Kong and Black are the best choice."

"...Mr.?"

The last words were bitten very low by the young man, and there was an indescribable lingering whisper in Itachi's ear. The next second, Itachi pinched his chin and thought carefully, turning this strange atmosphere into an academic seminar. serious.

The young man who realized this was not annoyed, and sat cross-legged while Itachi was thinking and secretly ate the fruit he brought, and looked over after Itachi finished thinking slowly, the young man was already touching his stomach He lay down on the ground with a satisfied face.

Noticing the gaze observing him, the young man blinked, his whole body revealing a sense of slyness——

"I accidentally ate Mr. A's portion."

No, everything you eat is brought by Itachi, there is no such thing as "Mr. A's portion"!

"Ah, it's decided!" He tilted his head, and the starlight jumped out of the bright tea-brown pupils, followed by the voice of an enthusiastic young man, "In that case, I will supply Mr. A with another item. Bar."

The boy stood up abruptly, and took out a notepad from his body——after realizing that the notepad was soaked due to his own drowning, he made a "huh" sound, and crossed Itachi skillfully took out a notebook and a pen from Itachi's backpack .

With a mischievous smile on his face, he tore off the paper after writing something in the notebook, folded two stacks and handed it to Itachi.

"If Mr. A decides, take this to Hong Kong." He said softly, completely different from the previous childish appearance, like a reliable appearance enough to make old mothers cry when they grow up.The corner of the boy's lips curled up in a nasty way, as if he was teasing his friend in front of him.But the lowered eyebrows seemed to be entrusting something important, making people have to pay attention to what he handed over——

"Maybe there will be good luck."

In the end, the boy said this, as if he was sure Itachi would use this thin paper someday.

The author has something to say:

The current timeline is probably a little bit after being adopted for a year, before Zai became a cadre√

-

Thanks for watching