Chapter 35 Sixteen Years Old (Part 3)
"Yao Yao?!"
A week after the end of the Dragon Head War, Yokohama was still recovering from the war and everything was in ruins, but the great city was slowly returning to its original state.
Yokawa Rei met Oda Sakunosuke while rescuing ordinary people who were in danger.
I heard that he found a house and adopted children who had lost their families in the war.
She came specifically to congratulate her on moving to her new home.
I didn't expect Dazai Osamu to be here too.
"Hi, Dazai."
Yaochuan Ling held a bunch of sunflowers and waved to Dazai Osamu from afar.
She was carrying a large bag of things, and Oda Sakunosuke took the bag from Dazai Osamu before he could, looking quite familiar with it.
"You two know each other?"
The bandaged black cat appeared beside them, its eyes shining brightly.
He originally intended to introduce the two of them, but now it seems he's more like the one being introduced.
The two of them walking together give off the vibe of an older brother leading a younger sister; the older brother is calm and collected, while the younger sister is lively and energetic.
Yao Chuanling blinked: "I don't know him."
Oda Sakunosuke nodded: "I know him."
The brother and sister, completely out of sync, looked at each other.
The plan failed, and Yokawa Rei puffed out his cheeks in frustration, watching Dazai Osamu laugh heartily.
So she also handed the bouquet to Oda Sakunosuke.
"You idiot, little helper!"
Her words sealed the deal.
"I'm not a smart person, but I'm not stupid either. I'm just an average person with average intelligence."
Oda Sakunosuke thought about it carefully for a moment, and then retorted.
He was tall, standing there blankly like a block of wood. At twenty-one, he hadn't yet been weathered by time and looked like a student just entering society.
After laughing enough, Dazai Osamu whispered in her ear.
"Oda Sakunosuke is quite interesting, isn't he?"
Like Yokawa Rei, Oda Sakunosuke is a rare mafia member who doesn't kill.
It is said that because he wanted to write a novel, he went from being the killer to the rescuer.
Now, at a young age, he has become a father of five.
Yao Chuanling felt sorry for him and specially bought a lot of baby supplies for him.
"He's an interesting person, otherwise he wouldn't have captivated our wise and mighty Dazai-sama."
She teased him on purpose, each word spoken as if it were a stroke of a richly colored oil painting.
The mischievous sprite hid behind Oda Sakunosuke and made faces at Dazai Osamu.
Just then, Oda Sakunosuke helped her carry her things. Without any restraint, she became like a slippery fish, impossible for Dazai Osamu to catch.
"The one who has me completely captivated is clearly someone else."
After running around the "dull blockhead" a few times, Dazai Osamu had exhausted a lot of energy. He put his hands on his knees, panting, and looked up with a resentful expression.
The unscrupulous, heartless, and perverted doctor was right about one thing: this age is indeed when one's heart begins to flutter with romantic feelings.
He fell in love with the most adorable and charming girl in the world.
Although this girl has too many people around her.
Dazai Osamu was confident that he was second to none.
Whether it's Nakahara Chuuya, Edogawa Ranpo, or anyone before or after them.
She thought he was joking, but little did she know that most jokes contain a genuine element of truth.
"Xiao Zhu, hurry in and take a look."
Yaochuan Ling's ears twitched as she heard faint crying sounds from inside the room, so she pushed Oda Sakunosuke towards the room.
Children as young as three or four are already beginning to remember things, and the sudden loss of their parents and being adopted by a strange man fills them with anxiety and unease.
"What's wrong, Saku?"
She skillfully picked up the little girl and gently patted her back.
Yao Chuanling has experience taking care of children. Lan Bo is the same age as these children, and sometimes he cries and needs to be comforted.
Sakura hugged her neck without saying a word, but rubbed against her affectionately.
"I want a hug."
Upon seeing people, she calmed down and obediently stayed in Yao Chuanling's arms.
Oda Sakunosuke was preparing baby formula, while Dazai Osamu watched them quietly.
A slight smile appeared on Yao Chuanling's lips, her eyes thoughtful.
"Sakura, Kosuke, Katsumi, Yu, Shinji," she read their names one by one. "Your big sister brought toys, do you want to see them?"
Sometimes she's reliable, and sometimes she isn't.
She was acting like a gentle older sister just a moment ago, but now she's so childish that she's playing with toys with little kids.
Then, Oda Sakunosuke watched helplessly as Dazai Osamu also joined the battle.
The oldest adult in the group shook his head and silently took a picture of the scene.
They're all a bunch of kids.
Yokawa Rei loves taking photos, so she always carries a camera with her. Her camera has many photos stored on it, and Oda Sakunosuke transferred the one he took to his phone.
When he saw the photo again, only Dazai Osamu was still by his side.
"Yaoyao, who are they?"
The restless little rascal Zhi leaned over to look through old photos and discovered people he had never seen before.
His eyes darted back and forth, and in the blink of an eye, he had flipped through more than a dozen photos.
It's clear that she was happy when she was with those people, a relaxed and dependent feeling that she herself didn't even realize.
"They are my good friends!"
She was tying Sakura's hair when she answered without thinking.
"Oh? As good as us?"
Dazai Osamu's gaze lingered on one of the papers.
That was taken by Miura Haru. The silver-haired boy was being held by her, looking flustered with his ears burning red, but his hands were honestly protecting her waist.
Her emerald green eyes held a mixture of shyness and joy.
That's not all; the eyes of the people around them weren't exactly innocent either.
One, two, three, four.
The boy in front of the camera frowned, then turned and asked her with a grin.
Yao Chuanling, unaware of the situation, replied, "Yeah, that's right!"
She always feels excited and happy when she talks about her friends in Yokohama, and she assures that she feels the same way about her friends in Namimori.
Dazai Osamu's question is like a childish question in human society: which parent do you prefer?
She braided Sakura's hair into a crooked braid and then guiltily covered it up with a large bow hair clip.
"Yaoyao, I want to wear one too."
He leaned closer and asked Yao Chuanling to put a bow in his hair as well, then took a picture of himself.
There aren't many photos of him here, which Dazai Osamu wasn't happy about, so he took one himself, one after another.
"Dinner's ready."
The hardworking new dad came out of the kitchen carrying dishes, interrupting Dazai Osamu's continued photography.
He was in a good mood today, so he specially made spicy curry.
The children had already drunk their milk and weren't hungry. Oda Sakunosuke let them run around the room on their own.
"Dazai, you look quite good in a bow."
He hadn't taken off the ribbon in his hair, and Oda Sakunosuke saw it and sincerely praised him.
Dazai Osamu's refined appearance, along with his slightly wavy black hair, made him look like a sickly version of Snow White when he wore a bow.
Yao Chuanling chimed in, "Agreed, it's the fair-skinned and beautiful Snow White!"
She was engrossed in reading fairy tales recently and learned many interesting stories from them.
Snow White was a new word she had learned.
"Huh?" The sickly version of Snow White winked at her. "Then I'll wait for Prince Yao to come and take me home."
He is a princess, she is a prince, isn't that reasonable?
Dazai Osamu raised a good question.
She doesn't have a place to live in Yokohama yet.
Yao Chuanling rested her chin on her hand and looked at him with a smile: "Whenever you have time, let's go buy a house."
Don't think she doesn't know.
This kid is the reason we can't buy houses.
Completely forgetting about this, Dazai Osamu felt a chill run down his spine from her gaze. He suddenly remembered and was just about to try to get away with it.
Oda Sakunosuke: "If Xiaoling has nowhere to stay, you can stay at my house for now. The children here all like you very much."
Honest people are kind-hearted and extend a warm invitation.
Yao Chuanling is his friend, and he should help her by providing her with accommodation, both morally and logically.
"Xiao Zhu has so many children to take care of, we can't trouble you any further."
She politely declined Oda Sakunosuke's offer, glancing coolly at Dazai Osamu.
"Besides, if we're going to bring Princess Zhi home, we'll have to choose a house that satisfies him, right?"
She didn't mean to blame him; her feigned indifference was just to tease him.
There aren't many opportunities to make Dazai Osamu suffer a setback; if you miss this chance, it will be difficult to do it again.
"Yaoyao..." He sniffed as he lay on the table, staring at her with wet, kitten-like eyes. "I'm sorry."
He did it on purpose, not only to see what she would do, but also because he secretly wanted to get her attention.
Little did she know she would settle scores later.
He looked listless, and even the bright red bow on his head looked dull.
Yao Chuanling couldn't resist these words, which were half a show of weakness and half a coquettish gesture, and gave in, taking a bite of the rice in her bowl.
"I'll save you a room."
She said.
Although she didn't know why Dazai Osamu liked living in shipping containers, Yokawa Rei hoped that he could treat her better.
She always covers her injuries with bandages and lies to her that she's fine. She really thinks she's an idiot.
"Yaoyao is so nice~"
Upon hearing this, Dazai Osamu quickly recovered and, with great tact, handed her a glass of milk.
He's verified it; this trick always works.
Now she's a well-behaved version of Snow White, trying to atone for her sins.
He couldn't help but think of that room in the Port Mafia. The once empty room had been painted green and decorated with pictures by Yao Chuanling, who had even bought him a lot of canned crab meat.
So soon, will he be able to have a home too?
"Yaoyao, I want to go furniture shopping with you."
Neither shipping containers nor small rooms in the harbor were home to him; they were temporary lodgings.
Dazai Osamu had no home.
And he began to long for a place that could truly take him in.
That is where he belongs.
"Okay, let's go together."
His room was, of course, up to him to arrange as he pleased.
Two sixteen-year-olds huddled together, whispering and discussing what colors and styles they wanted, listing one item after another on a long list.
Yao Chuanling said she wanted to buy a super big slide to put in the living room so people could slide down directly from upstairs.
Dazai Osamu requested that it be placed at his doorstep so he could walk fewer steps.
Oda Sakunosuke started to laugh as he watched.
"That's great."
There are no more likable friends than them.
He was absolutely certain.
Yokohama is efficient, and by evening, Yokokawa Rei had his new house ready.
When the time came, Dazai Osamu suddenly felt embarrassed and awkwardly went back to pack his things.
She was all alone in her big house.
Yao Chuanling rolled over in bed and wrapped herself up in the blanket.
I'll take a nap and then get back to work.
"La la la la la~"
When the time came, Yao Chuan Ling transformed into the wind and landed on the beach while singing.
Today is the full moon, the tide rises and falls, and the water surface shimmers.
She changed into a witch's dance costume and walked barefoot on the beach.
Raise your hand, and all things revive; lower your hand, and all living beings find peace.
With one step, I pray that all beings may be free from disaster and filth; with one step, I bless the world with clarity and peace.
The tide calmed down, and even the moonlight seemed much softer.
A faint green light floated around her, gradually spreading throughout the city.
The Fukurei Dance taught by Izanami is used to pray for blessings and ward off disasters, hoping that everyone in Yokohama can get a good night's sleep.
This is one of the few things she can do.
"Yokohama is indeed a magical place."
Two people were standing on the sea cliffs not far away, and the man wearing a furry hat spoke.
His voice was like the lament of an old phantom, as lingering and hazy as mist.
Even the gods favor Yokohama.
"She looks so free! I love it!"
His companion was not as composed as him; he spun around several times before stopping with his hand still on the magician's hat.
The man with silver braids said excitedly, "I'm going to go find her and play!"
He was a free white dove, and it was inevitable that he would feel a fondness for a spirit who was equally free.
He was about to jump when he was stopped by the people around him.
"Mission accomplished, we should go."
The slender, elegant man with dark hair pulled his fur cloak tighter and turned to leave first.
He has obtained what he wanted on this trip, and the rats need to leave as soon as possible.
He reluctantly followed: "What? You're clearly interested in the demon too."
His best friend understands him, and he understands his best friend.
Those were clearly eyes filled with longing.
"One day, I will kill you all."
For freedom.
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