Chapter 146 Going home to say: "I'm back"
"Eh? Sir?"
Qian Jianmu, who was anxiously checking text messages, suddenly paused and slowly turned his head.
The black-haired young man was carrying the vegetables and his eyes widened slightly.
"You're back!"
“…Ah, yeah.”
Hideo Nakai is the oldest in the family and is now 19 years old. As the only adult in the family who works normally to support the family, he also has the most stable personality in the family.
Seeing him suddenly, Zhong Jing looked at Qian Jianmu with some curiosity for a while, then walked closer, stood still, and straightened his back gently.
“……” Qian Jianmu also straightened his back silently.
Nakai took a deep breath.
"You're growing up so fast."
Although...
Nakai Hideo grew nearly 20cm in the previous year and is now over 1.8 meters tall. He lowered his head slightly when he said this. Chijianmu looked up at him for a while and sighed.
"That's great, tall guy."
This time, Nakai Hideo was really surprised. He blinked, and a smile appeared on his face, which usually showed almost no emotion. He reached out to take his backpack and asked softly:
"...Did you experience something interesting?"
The stairs on the hill are still old and simple. Going up step by step, although it is the same place as the shrine in the parallel world, it is arranged more neatly and cleanly to provide a worship environment for nearby residents. In short, you can tell at a glance that it does not belong to the shrine in Yokohama.
"I met two high school students who were fifteen years old and 1.9 meters tall." Qian Jianmu picked a shocking one.
"1.9 meters tall at the age of 15? A foreigner?" The young man behind him was really shocked: "15 years old? Dazai was less than 1.6 meters tall last year."
"You're still... Forget it. Your relationship with Dazai is always inexplicably good..."
Qianjianmu briefly discusses:
"He's Japanese, a high school student in Tokyo. By the way, any one of them can fight the entire mafia. He's super violent."
"...Humanoid weapons?" As if thinking of someone, Nakai Hideo said seriously: "Then our humanoid weapons lose. Chuuya is only 1.6 meters tall at the age of 16, while Dazai is more than 1.6 meters tall."
You have such a vicious tongue! Are you unaware that you have insulted two people with just two sentences? !
"Dazai will continue to grow taller..." Chimamu said weakly.
"...Dazai, that's true..." Nakai nodded: "When I saved him from hanging last time, his finger bones hadn't closed yet, so he could still grow a lot taller...So I prepared calcium tablets, I hope he can take them on time."
Wow, how thoughtful——!
"However, Chuuya's bone gap is much narrower than Dazai's..." Nakai hesitated as he chose his words: "I didn't observe carefully, but..."
It would be amazing to be able to grow to 1.7 meters, and Nakahara Chuuya's body is constantly solidifying, so he is not sure about the 1.7 meters.
The two of them were silent for a while, and when they walked to the entrance of the shrine, Nakai started the next topic.
"Oh, by the way, Mr. Ayatsuji should be writing a book in the activity room at this time."
Hearing these words, Qian Jianmu had no time to stop opening the paper door. The door was opened with a swish, and he was caught off guard and looked at each other with the blond young man.
The young man was twirling a pen and slowly wiping his ink-stained fingers with a wet towel. His eyes fell on him by accident, and he felt a little cold just being stared at like that.
Huh? It must be an illusion. Before, Ayatsuji Yukito was just a bit harsh in his words, but he wasn't cold-blooded to the point of being heartless, right?
Nakai behind him seemed to laugh:
"You guys chat first, I'll go prepare dinner."
Intentional? Is Nakai this kind of personality? I never noticed it before!
There was no time to stop him, Nakai Hideo ran very fast. Ayatsuji Yukito leaned back slightly and pulled up the black cat that was sleeping on the side. The black cat meowed twice in confusion, turned its head, saw Senjianmaku, and was stunned.
"……?"
"It's the same expression you made last time when you went out and didn't come home." Ayatsuji Yukito said to the cat.
This guy is even more of a master of venomous tongue.
The black cat didn't care what the garbage owner said. It came over and sniffed again and again, rubbing against the garbage with its tail raised high. Qian Jianmu bent down slightly, and the black cat jumped into his arms, found a comfortable position, and began to snore.
Seeing this, Ayatsuji Yukito raised his eyebrows slightly, revealing an expression of great interest.
"It seems that your two years have not been in vain."
"Please spare me." Qian Jianmu begged for mercy.
"How do you want me to forgive you?" The blond young man's voice was deliberately slowed down, sounding particularly gentle and cautious. The careful consideration of each word made people's scalp tingle. But he also pulled the corners of his lips slightly, revealing a somewhat sarcastic smile, and looked at him leisurely: "Do I seem to have a good temper?"
"...I saw you." It's time to change the subject decisively.
"......?" Ayatsuji Yukito tapped the table with his fingertips, asking him to continue.
"I mean... the other you."
Qian Jianmu silently took out a photo from his backpack, walked over and sat opposite with a death gaze... No, there was no room opposite because of the books, so he could only sit on the side of the table, and he pushed it with his fingers.
It was a Polaroid photo, in which a white-haired boy stood next to a middle-aged man with a well-behaved expression. Under the photo, the words 'Ayatsuji Yukito' were written in black pen.
Ayatsuji Yukito stared at the person in the photo without saying a word.
"…Isn't it strange? He is also Ayatsuji Yukito."
If it were someone else, it might be very subtle, but with Ayatsuji Yukito's weird temper, he would be very interested in such things. It was not in vain that Sengenmaku used Gojo Satoru's relationship to spend a huge amount of money to contact Ayatsuji Yukito and ran over to take a photo with him and get his autograph.
Oh, he also bought a lot of books, but he didn't bring them back. If Ayatsuji Yukito himself saw the book he wrote, he would probably never be able to write that book again.
After a long stare, Ayatsuji Yukito glanced at him, picked up the pipe from the table next to him, took a puff, and exhaled a thin minty smoke.
“Nice glasses.”
Qian Jianmu showed an "I understand" expression, rummaged through his backpack again, took out a pair of tinted glasses, placed them on the table and pushed them over.
When the box was opened, a pair of black-framed glasses with colored lenses, just like the glasses of 'Ayatsuji Yukito', but with a more refined and beautiful design.
Ayatsuji Yukito looked at the glasses a few more times, then at Sengenmaku a few more times, and almost laughed out of anger.
"You're pretty well prepared."
Ah... this...
"You're only away for a month, what do you think I'll do to you?"
Ayatsuji Yukito gave him enough time to struggle with himself, and after admiring him, he said calmly:
"I'm pretty nice to you, aren't you? Are you expressing your dissatisfaction with me?"
Qian Jianmu shook his head.
Ayatsuji Yukito took another deep puff of his cigarette, put the pipe on the shelf, took out his glasses, tilted his head back and put them on.
The golden eyes that usually appear too cold and clear were covered by light brown lenses. Although it concealed some of the overly cold edge, for some reason it made them look even more difficult to approach.
He blinked, his eyeballs drooping, his gaze focused on the boy next to him.
After staring for several seconds, he quickly and accurately analyzed and judged the condition of the person in front of him.
This was a strange, overly obvious, even childish sign of weakness.
In fact, Qian Jianmu didn't need to show weakness. He didn't need to report his itinerary to these random people. But he did it anyway. What he wanted to prove was, "You are very important in my heart", "I'm really sorry for making you worry", "I don't really understand but you will be very angry so I want to comfort you".
To be honest, it's a bit like a kind of interest or tacit understanding that you and I understand.
You don't have to do this, but if you do, it will seem more serious and show that you take your feelings more seriously.
However, what concerned him was the attitude behind this performance. He finally saw some "living" things and some "dead points" in this person.
Everyone has weaknesses. People without weaknesses may seem invincible, but if that is the case, they cannot be called human beings.
On the boy's body, those flickering dead spots now seemed to have just landed and slowly became clearer, but this was not a bad thing, as it was evidence that the person was still alive.
He stared for a while, and when he saw the boy's eyes slightly shifted away, he curled the corners of his lips imperceptibly.
It's quite fun.
"Let's not talk about me first." Ayatsuji Yukito reminded again maliciously: "When are you going to the Armed Detective Agency?"
"Forehead……"
"Nakai has probably already texted Edogawa Ranpo, so you better get ready."
After kindly giving him a reminder and looking at the boy's even more subtle expression, Ayatsuji Yukito stood up and patted Senmamaku's head as if he were patting a watermelon.
"Three dolls, one basement, I'll teach you how to deal with him." He said softly.
...Huh? Is Ayatsuji Yukito, the sadistic person, such a kind person?
Qian Jianmu looked up in astonishment, and thought seriously for a moment:
"This is on a mountain, it's not easy to dig a basement...?"
"My room is fine." Ayatsuji Yukito was well prepared and had even done a geological survey for a long time. He withdrew his hand, looked down at him, and motioned for him to stand up: "Deal?"
“…Deal.” Maybe he has been quite free lately.
So he stood up obediently according to Ayatsuji's instructions, a little confused as to what Ayatsuji was going to do. However, the next moment, he saw the young man in front of him move forward slightly, and a hint of the fragrance of mint tobacco passed by his nose. His brain instantly froze, and he saw golden hair falling in front of his eyes and a slightly cold breath falling on his body.
The back of my neck was held down, and someone whispered in my ear:
“Say: I’m back.”
"……I'm back."
"That's what I said."
The hug ended instantly. The blond young man still had a dull expression. His sickly pale skin did not become any healthier. There was no smile on his face, as if nothing had just happened, although it seemed as if he had suddenly smiled.
"That's it. If you haven't learned it yet, I won't teach you anymore."
...What did you learn! I was suddenly hugged and said something, and that was it!
However, the feeling of being touched by Ayatsuji was like encountering a cheetah on the roadside. I thought I was going to die, but the cheetah just rubbed against me, purred, and walked away with a cat-like gait.
It's not just the master's favor anymore, it's gratitude for being alive!
Qian Jianmu was silent for a moment, shook off the strange feeling, and decided to return to the original question, asking tentatively:
"So, this matter is over, right?"
“…”
Ayatsuji Yukito stared at him calmly for a while, as if he was looking at a fool. His lips moved for a moment, and he made a soft "tsk" sound, and asked sincerely:
"Are you an ape who has just learned to use emotions? Did the Stone Age evolution leave you behind? Do you want to go back and retake this course?"
Hearing these heartwarming words, Qian Jianmu actually breathed a sigh of relief:
“…That’s just right.”
The blond young man was speechless, with an expression as if he was enduring something, as if he was afraid that he would be scolded enough, so he turned around and left.
The next time they met was at the dining table. Qian Jianmu stared at the charred fish in the bowl, then looked at the golden fish on both sides in Black Cat's bowl. A question mark slowly emerged above his head.
Nakai sighed:
"Mr. Ayatsuji went straight to the kitchen and grilled four fish in a rage, and gave the most flavorful one to you, sir. You two have a really good relationship."
Ayatsuji Yukito said nothing, just lowered his eyes and fiddled with the side dishes on the plate.
“…”
How can we tell that they have a good relationship? His fish was obviously swapped with the cat's. He is eating the cat's fish. It's the same color as the cat's.
Qian Jianmu's eyes gradually became sharper.
——So, Nakai, you are actually venting your dissatisfaction!
This wouldn't work. He put down the bowl, looked at the well for a while, and said tentatively:
"……I'm back?"
Nakai looked at him for a while, revealing a genuine smile, but remained unmoved:
"Ayatsuji Yukito's cooking is delicious, would you like to try some, sir?"
Oops.
What a family this is that is attacked from all sides.
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