Weilan was in Northern Europe when he received a text message from his dear Odudu (not).
Ordinary people may not be aware of the many changes that are happening in the world, but as the world's strongest transcendents, they can more or less feel the changes that are happening in the world.
Therefore, it is very rare that transcendents from all over Europe gather together.
Verlaine is no exception.
Although he has always been a maverick, he doesn't have any very close friends among the so-called transcendents - the two closest people are now in Japan - and if he has anything to say, it's just that he owed someone a favor and came to show up.
Therefore, when Chuuya's exclusive text message ringtone rang, Weilaan, who was standing apart from the crowd, immediately took out his cell phone.
The four-leaf clover pendant hanging on the phone was bought by Chuuya last time when he and Chuuya went to the fireworks festival. It was not expensive, but it was a thoughtful gift. Just like other gifts given by others on birthdays, Weilun assembled it after receiving it, and showed it off in front of his upstream and downstream partners intentionally or unintentionally, and then showed it off in moderation.
He has always done this. In the beginning, there was a debate among the European Transcendents about whether Verlaine's body was taken over by some strange person with special abilities that they didn't know about... ahem, anyway, when he saw the text of his note [Chuya (love)] light up on his phone, although he still had an expressionless look on his face, the lights behind Verlaine seemed to light up.
I just don't know why Chuuya sent this message at this time.
But whatever the reason, Verlaine was happy. He even started thinking about the auctions that are going to take place in Europe recently, and whether he should bring some souvenirs to his relatives, friends and brother.
Maintaining a relatively happy mood, Weilun opened the text message from his friend Ou Doudou who was far away in Japan.
Then solidify.
From a distance, he saw Baudelaire, who was standing at the edge, walking towards his friend.
He looked at Verlaine with a strange expression. Although their friendship was relatively shallow compared to those guys who had known each other for eight or ten years, similar views and the insights brought by the same heights gave them the opportunity to get to know each other and become bosom friends. Therefore, seeing Verlaine's expression, he hesitated for a moment and walked towards his friend.
"Weila?" The young man with short dark blue hair, wearing a gorgeous and decadent tuxedo, with a blue rose on his chest, raised his glass to his friend, with a puzzled look on his face, "How are you? You don't look very well."
The young man with dark blond hair slowly raised his head.
Baudelaire: "... Verlaine?"
Verlaine looked as if he had been shocked.
He grabbed his friend's arm with his backhand, his eyes solemn.
"I have a friend," a jack of all trades began, "his younger brother told him that his other brother had a child and what to do."
Baudelaire: "The friend you are talking about is yourself, my friend?"
The young man touched his chin, hummed, and looked strangely at his friend who seemed to be facing a powerful enemy.
"Isn't this a good thing?" The free-spirited Frenchman smiled. "Anyway, let's congratulate your friend's brother first."
Having said this, he paused and looked at his nervous friend - if the current situation was not inappropriate, he really felt that Wei Lain was like a stiff big cat.
How interesting.
The young man frowned inwardly and maliciously prolonged the pause before continuing to speak.
"But maybe, like you, it's not the other brother, but this brother's child."
In order to increase the credibility of his words, he stretched out his fingers and made two "1"s to illustrate.
As Verlaine spoke, his gaze fell from the "1" in his left hand to the "1" in his right hand.
Indeed. Verlaine thought that rather than a child suddenly appearing from the long-missing Tsuneji, he was more inclined to believe that a child had appeared from the beginning without his knowledge.
Thinking of the miniature version of his brother, Wei Erlan felt that he had already lifted his foot to return home.
If it's Chuuya's child, then he or she is probably 100% carved from the same mold as Chuuya.
It would be nice if they were twins, one would look like Tsunayoshi and the other like Chuuya...
Baudelaire: ...
"No, I think that's unlikely, unless the child's parents are your two younger brothers."
"Is that so?"
Although his expression was still calm and even a little arrogant, Baudelaire could already see some disappointment on his friend's face... What are you disappointed about, my friend? That would be terrible!
"Speaking of which," he changed the subject with difficulty, "should we consult Mrs. Mallamé about the child?"
The young man raised an eyebrow.
"They didn't say hello to them after they knew you were coming—did they?"
Weilun lowered his eyes and slowly adjusted his suit.
Although he had just had an argument with Malame last time, it had been a while, and he also came to this party... In short, everyone has their own opinions. Although Malame's family is unreliable, his wife is extremely reliable, and their children are also very outstanding. They should be able to provide a lot of suggestions.
This is fine. Although he really wants to see little Chuuya right away, courtesy and care are still necessary. He had not participated when Chuuya was little, so this is a good opportunity to catch up.
Thinking of a bigger brother holding a smaller copy of himself and calling him "brother" in a tender voice, Weilun's steps became lighter.
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Nakahara Chuuya, who had no idea that his brother had gone through so many twists and turns in his mind and successfully made a simple matter complicated, was nervously waiting for his brother's reply.
Although this text message was a bit strange and abrupt, he believed that even if it was regarded as a text message he sent out because of a brain injury or a nightmare, he would definitely get a detailed answer from the other party.
As for why Weilun knew how to raise cubs.
Hmm...what doesn't his brother know?
Nakahara Chuuya's eyes flickered for a moment, but after a while, he actually received a text message from his brother.
The Sheep King, whose name could scare all the children in Yokohama City into tears, suddenly stood up straight.
Then, he read the entire message with his eyes half closed, which could be compiled into a parenting guide.
Verlaine indeed.
Finally, a determined look appeared in his eyes.
He will definitely take good care of Gangji according to the text message!
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Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't help but sneeze.
He didn't know how he fell asleep last night.
Anyway, I was just thinking about Chuuya, and when I opened my eyes again, it was already the next morning.
There seemed to be a little pain in his neck, which made him wonder if he didn't fall asleep of his own will at night, but was forced to fall asleep by someone who cut his neck.
As for who that “someone” is…
He covered his neck with his short, chubby hands and slowly looked at the silver-haired young man sitting next to him.
Scuaro is reliable in most cases.
Compared to other people in Varian, he can probably be called the last conscience of this evil organization (although there are not many of them), and he has a serious face and attitude when facing serious matters. When he noticed that Sawada Tsunayoshi was looking at him with his head slightly tilted to the side with a serious expression, the Godfather, who was thinking too much, felt a little guilty.
He averted his gaze guiltily.
It's an illusion... probably.
After Sawada Tsunayoshi withdrew his gaze, Squalo also looked forward again.
Contrary to what Tsunayoshi Sawada thought, he had actually noticed the other person covering his neck a long time ago.
He felt something was wrong when he saw the other person's chubby hand touching his neck early in the morning.
Last night he couldn't stand it anymore so he secretly stabbed the kid, but unfortunately he forgot that the other person was a baby, so the blow was a little heavy... Well, but it's not a big problem, isn't he awake now?
But in fact, Squalo was a little worried that the other party would take revenge on him later - after all, he was the one who was more aggressive first - and he was slightly relieved after Sawada Tsunayoshi said "it's nothing". He picked up the kid and held him in his hand, and took him to eat.
After all, he is the boss of their Vongola, right?
Even though it's still a miniature version now, if the sheep people knew the current situation in the future, and recalled that they had actually let the miniature Tenth Generation Leader of the Vongola walk in person...Scivalo would feel a little embarrassed just thinking about it.
You have to know that people of their boss' age can only stand but not walk, and can only lie down but not stand, let alone the little kid.
So, as Sawada Tsunayoshi was walking, he was grabbed by Squalo.
After walking a few steps, he found that the other party didn't seem to have any other intentions. When he was about to take him to dinner, Sawada Tsunayoshi blinked and said thank you belatedly.
But if that's the case, then it's questionable how he fell asleep last night... Just now he thought he had a stiff neck.
So the two parties arrived at the restaurant, each with their own thoughts.
As expected, Nakahara Chuuya was already seated.
Sitting on his left was Rimbaud, whom he had met yesterday. Although this person did not seem to be among the key targets of Vongola's attention before, Squalo had seen intelligence about him. Although there were only some traces of him in Japan in recent years - Yokohama to be precise - he was still able to conclude that he should not be underestimated.
I just don't understand why the cunning and treacherous Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't pull Yokohama to his side when he was dealing with Byakuran before.
Such a thought flashed through his mind and quickly disappeared without a trace, as if it had been erased by some irresistible eraser. When he raised his head, Squalo's mind was filled with only the cooperation negotiations.
Although discussing business while eating is a good choice, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the Sheep does not seem to be focusing on themselves.
Squalo carried Sawada Tsunayoshi to his chair.
There was no chair next to his seat, not even a baby chair, but not even an ordinary chair.
Squalo raised his eyebrows but hadn't gotten angry yet when he saw the black-haired young man who was slowly cutting a sandwich gracefully put down his knife and fork and clapped his hands. The door burst open and several members of the Sheep Organization walked in, carrying baby chairs with various patterns in their hands.
"Sorry, time is of the essence. This is all we have time to prepare."
When he said this, Rambo was looking at Sawada Tsunayoshi, and asked the cub gently, "Which one do you like?"
Tsunayoshi Sawada did not expect the other party to do this.
He wasn't sure if the other party recognized him... No, even though Chuuya could be stupid sometimes, Rimbaud must have seen through everything.
He blinked slowly and saw that although Nakahara Chuuya didn't say anything, his expression was visibly tense.
The baby chairs prepared by the two were held by some sheep members with familiar faces. Some had Pikachu patterns, and some had Doraemon patterns. Tsunayoshi Sawada twitched his lips, closed his eyes and picked one at random.
Squalo also raised his eyebrows.
"I didn't expect you to like this." He touched his chin. "Come to think of it, in the photo that guy sent me before, you also had these ears, right?"
Sawada Tsunayoshi opened his eyes.
When he heard Squalo's words, he felt something was wrong. He opened his eyes and saw the baby chair he had chosen was already placed on his seat.
It was a rare pink theme among the row of baby chairs. Perhaps it was because of his gender. In fact, there was basically only this pink theme among the baby chairs.
But as luck would have it, he was chosen.
What’s even more coincidental is that if this pink theme has a full name, it would probably be the Pink Hello Kitty Theme.
Sawada Tsunayoshi was placed in a baby seat by Squalo, and a cat with a pink bow on its ear was smiling at him on the small table attached to the seat.
Matching cat tableware was also brought up. Sawada Tsunayoshi wanted to argue that it was all a coincidence, but before he opened his mouth, he saw everyone in the room looking at him with a strange expression, which translated means "we all understand."
"What a lovely choice." This is Arthur Rimbaud.
"Really? ...I see you like this." This is Nakahara Chuuya.
"I sent you the photo, you're welcome." This is Squalo... Thank you to your whole family, oh no, thank you to all of Valiant.
The Godfather lowered his head in pain, revealing a mask of suffering.
After breakfast, it's time for the adults.
If Aries still had some concerns originally, now because of the presence of Sawada Tsunayoshi, those concerns were almost swept away. However, Squalo looked at the opponent's performance, looked at Sawada Tsunayoshi again and again, and no one knew what he was thinking.
After the general direction is decided by the superiors, the specific details will be handed over to the subordinates of both sides. Before we knew it, Sawada Tsunayoshi was handed over to Nakahara Chuuya.
The ochre-haired young man was almost stunned.
The young man, who could normally lift up a building and dance around on the street, was in a panic when faced with a two-head-tall cub. He didn't even know where to put his hands and was even sweating profusely.
He tried hard to recall how to hold a baby as described in the text message Weilan sent him yesterday, but his body seemed to be floating uncontrollably and it took him a lot of effort to hold the cub in his arms.
"You're much smaller than before."
He buried his face in the cub and spoke glumly.
Sawada Tsunayoshi was stunned for a moment.
Although he probably knew that the other party had recognized him, he had never seen such a direct shot like this before - even Yamamoto Takeshi, who was the best at direct shots, seemed to have never said such a thing.
Not hearing his answer, Nakahara Chuuya remained silent for a while.
He couldn't find anything to say. The words he had been trained to use on enemies, opponents and partners, not on family members.
So he just hugged his smaller brother in silence, trying to calm his breathing.
Nakahara Chuuya rubbed the other person's face.
"I missed you very much," he whispered, adding reluctantly, "And so did Verlaine and Rimbaud."
The tone sounds much more childish.
Sawada Tsunayoshi stretched out a claw and slowly stroked the other person's ochre hair.
The short hair in my memory has grown a lot longer, and the hairstyle has become more like Verlaine No. 2, but it still looks very handsome.
He didn't even get to say goodbye to Chuuya when he left this world, and their reunion was so sudden that not only Chuuya, but also Sawada Tsunayoshi himself felt a little overwhelmed.
But the child he had once raised came to him without hesitation.
Suddenly I didn't want to think about anything.
Sawada Tsunayoshi stroked his hair gently and nodded.
"I'm back." He said softly, "Thank you for your hard work, Chuuya."
The eyes of the young man with ochre hair and blue eyes suddenly shone with light.
He left the work to Rimbaud to coordinate with Squalo. Although the other party's silver hair made him feel uncomfortable, since he was brought by Tsuneyoshi, it was not impossible to be a little lenient with him for the time being.
He just wandered around the sheep base with Tsunayoshi, showing off like a child introducing his toys.
The rookie, who was half a step behind them, hurriedly prepared the things the leader asked him to prepare. When he arrived beside him, what he saw was the mature and reliable leader in his memory, smiling carefreely like a teenager.
The rookie was stunned for a moment, reported to the other party that the room he requested had been arranged, and watched the leader leave with the child in his arms.
Then he sighed, looked around guiltily, sent a text message, and attached a side profile photo of the cub that he had secretly captured from the surveillance video to the instructor for reporting.
Nakahara Chuuya brought Sawada Tsunayoshi to the "surprise" room he had prepared.
Looking at the door that was painted white and hung with a cute red bow, Sawada Tsunayoshi's heart skipped a beat.
"Wait, I don't think that's necessary..."
As he spoke, Nakahara Chuuya had already pushed open the door with a bang.
What you see is so many Hello Kittys, so many that they make you develop claustrophobia.
The younger brother of the instigator was smiling brightly, and although he seemed to be trying hard to suppress it, his eyes still seemed to be shining as if he was trying to take credit for it.
"Well, this is the room we prepared for you. How about it? Do you like it?"
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