Chapter 18

Gongye Shengliang opened the curtains, and the sunlight poured down, falling right on the succulent plants on the balcony. The small pot of winter beauty plant had not yet spread out, and the gurgling water flowed down along the showerhead, and the round and cute leaves were stained with water droplets, with a little pink on the tip.

He had to recuperate for at least two months because of his injury. He was bored in the ward every day, with nothing to do except reading a few books that An Wuxin had lent him. Seeing that he was really bored, the doctor placed a pot of succulents in the ward to help him adjust his mood.

Because of the system, he now feels much better than when he just woke up. If his health bar hadn't been hovering between 20 and 30, he would have almost thought that he was healthy enough to get back to work right away.

The gold brought back from the cave is said to be worth hundreds of millions, which is a great help to the Port Mafia, which is always in a tight financial situation. Mori Ogai is not very satisfied with their actions, but he is very happy. In order to help them recover, he gave them a long vacation and also very considerately ordered others not to disturb them.

Gong Ye Shengliang still remembered that when the leader sent the message, Zhongyuan Zhongya was beside him. The ochre-haired boy didn't come back to his senses. He stared at him blankly with a big question mark on his head, "What does this mean... Can't I come too?"

Kono Seiryoshi was so touched by his cuteness that he couldn't help but touch his head.

Before Nakahara Chuuya could even fight back, he was hastily grabbed by his subordinates who had come with an urgent mission. Before the door was mercilessly closed, he grabbed the door frame and gritted his teeth, "Remember to call me if you have anything to do. Of course, you can contact me if you don't have anything else!"

After that, we said good morning and good night to each other every day.

Although they were separated by a screen, Chuuya's replies were always timely, but Kono Seira still noticed that his schedule was very tight. It seemed that he was more than twice as busy as before. Was it because Dazai's work was assigned to him?

While in a daze, Gongye Shengliang poked the leaves of the succulent plant unconsciously. Fortunately, this was a succulent plant and not a mimosa, otherwise it would have been poked into semen by him.

While he was basking in the sun in a daze, the sunlight outside the window quietly changed direction, and the area it shone on expanded from the corner of the table to the hospital bed, and at the same time it also fell accurately on the face of the person who was holding the game console and playing it happily.

Dazai Osamu's expression suddenly wrinkled.

Less than ten seconds later, Gongye Shengliang heard a long, coquettish complaint: "It's so sunny - can't you draw the curtains?"

He came back to his senses, with a worried look on his face: "You'll recover faster if you get more sun. Dazai should get up and move around too."

That's right, on the day that Kono Seira woke up, he saw Nakahara Chuuya leave the ward, and then he found an extra bed in the room. For some reason, Dazai Osamu, who woke up half a day earlier than him, became his fellow patient and roommate for the next two months.

Now, more than half a month has passed, and perhaps because of the injury, Dazai Osamu did not show the difficult side that Kono Seira remembered. On the contrary, they get along quite well with each other.

Since the day when his blood was drawn while he was asleep, Gongye Shengliang has been on guard and told the system to wake him up immediately if there is any problem while he is asleep. But until today, it has been incredibly peaceful. Except for necessary examinations and dressing changes, people from the medical department rarely step into this ward. Even if they come, they are very nervous and dare not speak a word.

Of course, Gongye Shengliang didn't think it was his fault. His eyes fell on the boy who was giving up on himself and covering his face with a comic book to block out the sun, and he couldn't help but smile.

In that case, he had to thank Dazai very much.

He put the succulent back to a sunny spot, took an apple from the fruit bowl on the table and walked over, his back blocking the light in front of the bed. "Would you like some fruit?"

The man pretending to be a corpse with his face buried under the comic book moved.

Dazai Osamu grasped the spine of the book and pulled it down a few centimeters, revealing his iris-colored eyes, which stared at him without blinking, and slowly curved into a crescent shape: "You have to cut it into the shape of a rabbit."

learn.

Kono Seiryoshi folded up the cuffs of his hospital gown, washed his hands, and then picked up the fruit knife. His slender white fingers rested on the weapon that flashed a cold light, and he gave Apple a pleasant euthanasia.

The juice inevitably stained his fingertips. He wiped them hastily with a wet towel and placed a toothpick on the plate.

"Here, a rabbit for you."

Kono Seiryoshi placed the entire plate directly in front of Dazai Osamu, as if he would not stop until he had finished eating.

Dazai Osamu stood up, looked at the eight little rabbits in red fruit peels on the plate for a moment, and finally picked up the toothpick.

However, the first piece did not enter his own mouth.

"Come on, open your mouth." Dazai Osamu held up an apple and handed it to Kimino Seiryoshi's mouth, looking at him expectantly.

Gongye Shengliang's hands were occupied, so he could only hesitantly take a bite with his mouth, and mumbled while eating, "Are you testing for poison?"

"You guessed it right," Dazai took the plate from him and picked up another rabbit apple with a smile, "I'll reward you for playing games with me."

He fumbled under the pillow and pulled out another handheld game console, which was a model with TV output, one of the few forms of entertainment in this restricted ward.

Kono Seiryo took the game console with a little curiosity. He hadn't touched it since he played a game that sent him into another world. Feeling that his state of mind had been rapidly sublimated, he cleared his throat and unabashedly called himself a game master: "You may not be able to see it, but I am still quite good at this operation."

Dazai Osamu let out a long "Ai" and then turned provocatively at the end: "Want to compete?"

The VIP ward of the Port Mafia seemed quite spacious even with two beds. The only two humans in the room were very close to each other, with their heads, one deep and one shallow, pressed together. Finally, after the battle on the screen became intense once again, they lived up to everyone's expectations and collided with each other.

Dazai Osamu touched his head and took a breath of cool air. When he raised his eyes, there was some resentment in his eyes: "It hurts... can't you feel it?" He asked in an indifferent tone.

Gongye·Pain is decreasing·Shengliang tilted his head in confusion: "Huh? Then are we still going to play?"

"..." Dazai Osamu uttered two words from between his teeth, "Continue."

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This period of time was a rare break for Seiryoshi Kono after he came to the Port Mafia. Every day he grew flowers, read books, played games with Dazai, and watched the birds flying outside the window. It was peaceful and quiet like a dream.

Dazai Osamu's injuries were much less serious than his, and he recovered faster than him, but the black-haired boy insisted on enjoying every day of the holiday as if it were the end of the world, and he did not move out even after he recovered.

Dazai's subordinates had no choice but to move the documents that needed to be processed into the ward, waiting for Dazai to come to work.

Gong Ye Shengliang, who was watching, couldn't bear to see this and wanted to help, but was stopped by Dr. Songyuan, the head of the medical department. The doctor took his treatment record and said with a grim look, "If you want to stay in the ward for another two months, I won't stop you."

It seems that the fear of doctors is ingrained in human genes, especially doctors with stern faces. Gongye Shengliang hung his head and sighed, and shrank back to the bed obediently holding Duorou.

During this time, Dazai Osamu rarely made a sound or a disturbance. He glanced at Dr. Matsubara and then turned his gaze back to Kouno Seiyoshi. The bandage covered half of his face, and the other eye that was exposed was deep and dark, and it was impossible to tell what emotion it was.

Kono Seira stayed in the room obediently for another half a month. Later, he felt uncomfortable with the pressure, especially when he saw that Dazai Osamu, who had agreed to be his fellow patient, was going out for longer and longer hours every day, until he only came back at night - he exploded!

Relying on systematic maps and the inspection patterns of medical departments he observed, Kono Seiryoshi would secretly take his pass and walk alone to enjoy the Yokohama sea breeze. Sometimes he would go to the park and sit on a bench to feed pigeons, and would return only after meeting the deadline for not being discovered.

He calculated his health bar and body values ​​to make sure they would not affect his condition.

Even if there is an outbreak, it is a very serious outbreak.

Everything went smoothly. Just when Kono Seiryoshi was quietly relieved and acted more and more boldly, one day, he ran into Dazai Osamu in the ward after sneaking back from outside.

For some reason, the black-haired boy appeared in the ward during the day, twirling a pen and staring at him with a half-smile. It was obvious that he was waiting for something to happen, and he caught it very accurately.

In order to prevent Dazai from reporting his sneaking out to the doctor in charge, Kono Seiryoshi had to take out the limited edition dessert he bought as a bribe. Dazai Osamu not only accepted the bribe with a clear conscience, but also ate the dessert in front of him cruelly, and did not forget to casually comment afterwards that it was a bit greasy and bring a cup of tea next time.

Having lost both his money and his life, Gongye Shengliang clenched his fists.

His body was not yet able to enjoy this kind of high-sugar happiness, but he was careful and bought two servings each time afterwards, one to bribe Dazai and the other to give to Ango Sakaguchi who was working overtime in dire straits.

Zhongye went on a business trip abroad and would not be back for two or three months, otherwise he would have bought three copies.

Ango, who was so busy with work that he almost forgot his own name, was moved after receiving the dessert and said that he could extend his working hours by another two hours.

Kono Seiryo advised him not to work too hard, and said earnestly from his experience: "It's easy to get sick from overwork. Besides, there's no paid sick leave in the Intelligence Department where Ango-kun works, right?"

Sakaguchi Ango: “……!” It seems like there really isn’t one!

Such a big port mafia would save money in such a place!

When the health bar finally recovered to the passing line, Gongye Shengliang took the initiative to apply to the higher authorities and left the medical department with the succulent plant that he had developed a deep affection for.

He felt as if he was in another world when he opened the door of the office. Unfortunately, before Kono Seiryoshi could sigh sentimentally for a while, Mori Ogai called him to the chief's office.

"Kuno-kun has always performed his duties very well. It would be a waste of your talent to have you just do paperwork all the time."

In the huge office, Mori Ogai seemed to be in a good mood and took the initiative to hand Kono Seiryoshi a piece of information, "Come and choose your new partner."

The author has something to say:

World famous painting "Chu Ya is on a business trip"

Speaking of which, Mr. Mori seems like an NPC grandpa who issues quests (smiles)