Chapter 53
"Chuye Chuye, what are you going to do with this child?"
“…I don’t know.” Nakahara Chuuya was silent for a while before giving his answer, “But he looks very weak. Should we take him to the hospital first?”
"Should we let Rimbaud and the others take care of educating the children?"
"Rejected. Both of them know nothing."
"But we in the Mafia probably don't know what to do. We are the Mafia, and you are not even an adult yet."
"…Pfft, even if that's the case, I can still take better care of the child than the two of them. Besides, don't we have Sister Hongye and the surgeons here?"
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After a long silence, I suddenly said with emotion, "His birth... is good news. I wish you can live happily in the future, Xiao Zhongye."
No one knows what I was thinking at that moment, and then I said those words that turned judgment into blessing.
"Ah!" he answered me with a smile.
“Hahaha.” Maybe people whose personalities are set will live happier lives?
The three of us seemed to have completely forgotten the person in front of us.
*
Later, Verlaine and Rimbaud talked for a long time in their basement, and the two seemed to have reached a reconciliation. Because of Xiao Zhongya's existence, they decided to stay in Port Mafia for a few years.
"We can't raise children well, but can you definitely do so?"
However, Chuuya doesn't care about their thoughts. Now, apart from completing his missions every day, he spends time with his beloved brother.
"How was your day?"
Xiao Chuuya looked eagerly at Chuuya coming in from the door. Although his whole body showed the desire to see Chuuya as soon as possible, he still sat obediently on the hospital bed waiting for Chuuya to come.
"He's very well behaved. When I came here just now, the nurse said he was a very well behaved child. But he seemed to dislike being alone."
"It doesn't matter if he doesn't like being alone. He will be with everyone in the future, and then he might even find that group of guys annoying."
Zhongyuan Chuuya put the fruits he bought aside, and took out the storybook he bought himself, preparing to read to little Zhongye.
"Hey, let me ask you, what are you going to name him? Does he have to be Zhongyuan?"
"Nonsense, if my surname isn't Zhongyuan, does it have to be the same as that guy Wei'erlain's? But as for the name..." He pondered.
"Where will Xiao Zhongya live in the future? He looks so much like you, he might get in trouble."
Nakahara Chuuya waved his hand and said, "Where I live, he lives there!"
"Brother, where do you live? I, live there." A cub babbled.
“Puchi, hahahahahaha…” Nakahara Chuuya smiled and touched the cub’s head, then opened the storybook and began to read to the child.
The child looked at Zhongyuan Chuuya with a look of innocence and admiration. Taking this opportunity, I picked up an apple and tried to copy an "Apple Bunny".
The result...ha, ha.
In a rage, he chopped it into a pile of "body pieces".
Zhongye refused to let me give the broken apples to Zhongye, so I had to eat them myself with tears in my eyes.
*
Xun was walking on the stairs beside her, and Zhong was at the bottom of the stairs, but suddenly, she stopped for some reason.
Rong let Chuuya Nakahara stretch out his hand and touched it carefully, as if observing some work of art, and then pulled Chuuya's sleeve open.
"You, what are you doing?!" Nakahara Chuuya was shocked and took a step back.
"Hey, it's okay. This is taking the pulse. I learned it at the Chinese medicine clinic."
Then she put her hand on Chuuya's pulse, frowned, and felt it carefully for a while, then leaned down and pulled up Chuuya's eyelids.
Finally, she hugged Chuuya's shoulders and said with a smile as if she was celebrating something great, "Congratulations, Chuuya, you are a very healthy and normal person."
Nakahara Chuuya was stunned, and then pushed Rong away. "Although it is indeed very happy, but what are you doing?"
"I saw that the patients were very happy after the doctors at the Chinese medicine clinic did this, so I gave it a try. But I didn't expect that you, Chuuya, didn't seem as happy as others."
"I'm not sick. It's useless to treat me the way a doctor treats a patient."
"Tsk, you can't tolerate oil or salt."
*
"Hey, Rong, where's the gift I brought you? Did you put it away properly?"
Dazai Osamu opened the door of my office with a bang.
"Yes, I put it there for you, but what is it?"
He sat down on the sofa. "I recently went to look for the laboratory where you were kidnapped six years ago, and found an unexpected surprise. Guess what it is?"
"That laboratory?" I subconsciously tightened my grip on the pen. "How...how could there be an unexpected surprise there?"
"Well, this is what you don't know. Don't you want to know what happened next? For example, how many people survived?"
"...How many people survived?" Because this incident had such a huge impact on me, at this moment I could only repeat his words stupidly.
He waved his hands. "I don't know, but I found their bodies."
My eyes gradually shifted to the cans he handed me. "You said... you found their bodies?"
I swear to God, I have definitely spent more time in the office than Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya combined!
This means that I may have been sitting with a pile of ashes for over a week without knowing it!
Woohoo…
He saw my face turn pale in an instant, but he laughed without caring.
"How, how could I possibly give you those things? Hahaha..." He hugged his waist and laughed breathlessly, as if he was celebrating the success of his prank.
…
"Odasaku is wrong this time. Although I do have a bad personality, I have never thought of giving something this weird as a gift."
Oda Saku nodded in agreement.
"Dazai has always been a good boy."
"...Well, forget it, Odasaku, you should just keep quiet."
…
"I give you a zero for your prank because it was aimed at me."
"What about the prank itself?" he asked me curiously, resting his chin on his hands on his knees.
"As far as the prank itself is concerned, it can definitely be rated 99 points." I picked up the pen and continued writing. After calming down, I felt that it was not a big problem.
Unfortunately, Dazai Osamu interrupted my train of thought. Everything I had just thought of was interrupted and I can't remember anything.
"…So, how many people died?"
He looked at me leisurely, as if admiring my rare and obvious confusion.
Seeing him like this, I had no choice but to give in. I put down my pen, ran to him, squatted at his feet, gently placed my head on his knees, and blinked.
"Please."
He still squinted his eyes and smiled at me, seemingly unmoved.
I could only push his knee again. "Please, please, brother."
He finally raised his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay, I'll tell you, about thirteen people died."
"Why can't you be more specific?"
"Because it's hard to tell which bodies are from the original accident."
...So, besides me, at most six people escaped?
…
"What a bad taste! You could just tell me the answer directly, right? And you came here just to tell me this, but you still made me beg you..."
"Wow - it turns out that Rong knew I was teasing you. You are so smart. You are worthy of being my sister!" He praised me exaggeratedly, but this only made me feel a strong sense of ridicule.
"You can go now, really. You are not welcome here now."
"Hey - come on, why are you so angry that you want to chase me away? How cruel! I came here to give a present to my beloved sister."
I was silent. I couldn't figure out why he became such a scoundrel now. Was it because of Chuuya?
Is it because of Chuuya that he became like this?
Seeing me in deep thought, he suddenly became serious again, "Hey, Rong, tell me, are you really not good at handicrafts? What are you thinking about when you are doing handicrafts?
Your hands are very steady when you hold a gun, but they shake like crazy when you make a cake, including when you fold origami... Are you afraid of something? Or, what are you thinking about when you are making handicrafts?"
What am I thinking?
I was thinking, this thing was made by my hands, it was created directly by me...
What it becomes is entirely up to me.
What kind of thing could someone like me create? If it had thoughts, would it find the world as ugly as it appears to me?
If, if it is the same as me, it would be fine, but what if this little thing is the same as Xiao Zhong?
Is it really possible for me to create something this cute?
I lack the courage to create beautiful things. All beautiful things can pass by and exist in my life, but they cannot be created by me.
Because the individual "I" is too ugly.
They are jealous, selfish, and cynical. They always put themselves first in everything they do. They are not like the heroes in the stories who make selfless contributions for others.
All in all, it's not beautiful, even ugly.
My body was given to me by my parents, my soul was shaped by myself, and the connection with others was given by Dazai Osamu.
Do I have the ability to create "beauty"?
"Why not?"
Dazai Osamu seemed to know what I was thinking. He helped me up from the ground, asked me to sit down, and brushed the dust off my knees.
"In my eyes, Rong is a very good child. Didn't I say that a long time ago? Rong is a good child."
What a kind and strong child.
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