Travel through the daily life of the dragon clan

Chapter 544, Sandalwood Scented Girl

"Mr. Gattuso?"

the girl asked.

Caesar also recognized the other person: "Real lady?"

"It's me, it's me, why are you here?"

It really looks like a surprise.

She had just graduated from high school and dreamed of continuing her studies at university. Her English was pretty good.

Caesar thought to himself, why am I here? I came here on a motorcycle.

Caesar didn't know how the other party recognized him. He was well aware of his current situation. He thought that even if his stud father came, he would first take him to do a paternity test before admitting with a worried sigh that this person was indeed his son.

The encounter in this scene was somewhat unexpected. Caesar didn't know how to communicate with the other party. He was now in the enemy camp and anyone was at risk of tipping off the Snake Eight Families. Even if it was Aso Makoto, whom he had met a few days ago, Caesar didn't trust her.

Shin took two small steps forward and when she reached him, she opened the umbrella to cover their heads. Her hair and clothes were already a little wet, and Caesar's situation was even worse. However, Aso really didn't have the mind to think about these things. She was surprised and happy to meet this foreigner again.

Looking back on that rainy night it seems like a dream.

A red Ferrari sports car pierced through the rain and came speeding. Men in black windbreakers jumped out of the sports car in a dashing manner. The bottoms of their clothes rolled in the wind and rain, revealing the gorgeous silk lining.

I was really scared by them. I felt that my idea of ​​relying on luck was wrong. Not only did I spend all my grandmother's pension, but I also failed to save enough money for college. Now the devil from hell has finally come to me.

Before this, she had heard about the deeds of the underworld from her former boss. When she first came here, she could also sense a strange smell on the street. Later she learned that it was the smell of blood from dozens of people. No one knew what the fate of those who offended them would be. There were countless corpses piled under the tiles outside.

She thought she was doomed because her stupidity might have implicated her grandmother. But later, these seemingly vicious guys had a good sense of humor and solved the problem. They collectively picked a flower to take away and listened politely to her description of the care process of each pot of flowers.

Whether it was Shou who seemed like a rogue before, the vicious man, or Miss Sakura who was so strict that it seemed like she was facing a dean, they all sat on the chairs and listened to her narration of her experience in the flower shop. The shop was very quiet, no one interrupted and no one was impatient, and the rain crackled on the street.

Zhen has been timid since she was young. She lost her parents very early, and her grandmother, who made bamboo baskets, was the only one who supported the family. Her grandmother was in poor health and could not make bamboo baskets on rainy days. It was not that she could not make bamboo baskets, but that she could not make bamboo baskets. Her grandmother's hands and feet hurt a lot, and she would tremble even if she lay still.

There was really no way to get grandma to give me courage. She was always shivering in her bed. It was raining heavily outside, with thunder and lightning. The rain was hitting the fiberglass roof of the old house, and the cold wind was blowing in through the gaps in the windows.

But that night she actually felt that the sound of rain was quite beautiful and made her feel particularly at ease. With those evil ghost-like men sitting in the store, all the demons and evil spirits dared not invade the store.

Among them, Zhen was most impressed by Caesar, who was the only one who took her flowers seriously.

Although Zhen likes flowers, it is only because her family conditions can support this hobby. If she had parents, she might also like little skirts and sparkling rings and necklaces.

In fact, every flower is the same to Zhen, and Zhen also understands that the hawthorn flower is just an ordinary hawthorn flower, and she is still an amateur compared to professionals. But when Caesar touches the hawthorn flower, his gentle expression is like the sun breaking through the clouds. He touches it carefully, revealing admiration, nostalgia, joy, and sadness. I didn't expect to see your expression here again.

In fact, Caesar was just thinking of his mother. Although Caesar smiled and praised all girls generously, only his mother would make him show that childlike expression.

Just like Caesar would use the Word Spirit Kamaitachi to listen to the voices in every corner every time he arrived in a city, because his mother also lost her hearing during the last period of time. She lost her eyesight and hearing, and could only lie on an empty bed all day to maintain her life through a catheter. During the last days of Caesar's mother, no one in the family visited her, not even her husband. Only Caesar would squat at the head of the bed, holding his mother's hands tightly with both hands, telling her that she was not abandoned by the world, and she was not alone.

The sickle-itachi was the last thing his mother left him. His mother gave him everything, but in the end there was nothing left. On the day of her death, no one except Caesar and the servants attended the funeral of the woman who gave birth to the emperor that Gattuso's family had been waiting for a thousand years.

Zhen said happily, "Come in with me to avoid the rain~" and wanted to pull Caesar's arm.

But this time Caesar was alert and dodged, pulling away his muddy arm. He turned from the side to the front and stood in the rain again, his right hand already touching the back of his waist.

Although she was covered by her clothes, she really remembered the scene when Miss Ying stuck the dagger into the table. She woke up from her surprise and remembered their identities. After a few seconds of silence, she slowly retracted her arm and lowered her head.

Both of them withdrew their hands and stood with their heads down, in silence for a long time.

Time passed minute by minute, and heavy rain fell on Caesar's head again, and also hit half of Zhen's body. Her umbrella was not big. She had shared most of it with Caesar to take care of him, and the remaining part was not enough to cover her shoulders.

Although it was only for a moment, but her eyes went blank the moment Caesar frowned and dodged, and she must have felt very sad in her heart.

Caesar was confused.

He really wanted to tell Zhen that I came here to look for the store manager. Although I also wanted to find a job, my target was the coffee shop next to your house. I didn't mean to look down on you at all. The situation is critical now. I am not targeting you. Everyone, just pretend you didn't see me. I was just passing by. What does this have to do with me?
"Would you like to come in and get out of the rain?"

Zhen whispered.

This place is very close to the coffee shop, only separated by a wall, and maybe he can get news from the next door from Zhen. Besides, there is really no place to stay now, so he slowly stood up.

……

Caesar sat in the flower shop he had been to once before. The familiar scent of grass and trees was still there, but it had only been a few days, and when he came here again, he was no longer able to appreciate the lingering fragrance of the hawthorn flowers.

He was now sitting half naked at the cashier counter. There was no other way. The flower shop didn't have a rest room, so all the space was used. He had never thought of staying here overnight, nor did he dare. The flower shop didn't make much money, so she couldn't afford to hire a clerk, so she needed to take care of it from morning to night, and naturally she didn't need to rest.

After entering the store, she trotted over to get a brand new disposable towel from under the cash register, unwrapped it, and then ran to the side to pour him a cup of hot tea.

Although Caesar needed a full meal rather than hot tea, he did not refuse. He was really thirsty. In two days, he only drank the box of yogurt from the black-faced old lady.

Then, "Take off your clothes and I'll wash them for you." Caesar thought to himself: It's already so embarrassing that it would be too much to refuse in a hypocritical way. So he took off his muddy coat and trousers and put them on the empty space at the cash register.

"Excuse me, I need to use the computer."

Caesar sat on the inside of the cashier counter, burying his body behind the screen; Ying stood on the outside of the cashier counter, not daring to look up, hugged her muddy clothes in her arms, and squatted down.

Caesar's computer skills were not very good. To some extent, perhaps Lu Mingfei, who was only proficient in various games and cheats, was better than him. His only means was to download several hacker programs and try to visit the college's website via overseas. This was usually a method used by high school students to browse pornographic websites. Kaguya was monitoring all website users who visited Kassel College from Japan. Caesar could only pretend that he was visiting the external network and then jump to the college's website.

…ping…echo…request timed out…

An hour passed like this, and the only effort Caesar could make was to constantly refresh and reconnect. Kaguya's firewall was much more powerful than Caesar thought.

At this moment, he thought of Chu Zihang, whom he had always mocked as an "engineering nerd". If that guy was sitting here, he could at least do some decent hacking operations, but he could only F5, F5, F5 like a fool...

"Mr. Gattuso, has something happened to you? You don't look well. Is there anything I can help you with?"

Zhen was kneeling on the floor ironing the washed clothes, asking intentionally or unintentionally.

Caesar was shocked to realize that during his time of F5, F5, F5, she had been organizing her clothes. She had ironed the vest and patched trousers she had exchanged for her watch from the gangster as if they were a suit, as if she had made up her mind to wash this outfit into a Salvatore Ferragamo one.

He thought that this was probably a traditional Japanese girl, like a still life painting. Although they were in the same room, she wouldn't disturb you unless you disturbed her. The two of them would just occasionally look up at each other.

"Something happened," Caesar said, trying to put it another way. "You know I don't speak Japanese. I was originally planning to look for someone in the coffee shop next door."

"Mr. Utsunomiya has already gone back."

Really awkward smile.

Shin lowered his head and whispered, "Mr. Utsunomiya came back yesterday. The weather has been bad these past few days, so everyone went back early. But Mr. Utsunomiya usually comes earlier than me, so Mr. Gattuso will be able to see him tomorrow."

She could actually see that Caesar was being distant, and could guess that he probably wanted to stay and work next door, but he hid this desire from her.

Zhen also didn't have the ability to hire him. Flower shop business in Akihabara was not doing well, and she also couldn't afford to pay the salary of the person in front of her, who was obviously not an ordinary person even though he was dressed in shabby clothes.

"is back?"

Caesar was a little surprised.

Zhen still kept his head down.

"She came back yesterday, but Mrs. Utsunomiya didn't come with her. I'm not very familiar with Mr. Utsunomiya, so I didn't dare to go over and talk to him." Shin said in a low voice, "Also, Ms. Uesugi is back, and there are a few new employees. The coffee shop is doing very well, so if Mr. Gattuso applies for the job, there will be no problem."

"Who is Miss Uesugi?"

"It's Miss Uesugi, a very cute girl, but she seems to be unable to speak due to illness. It's all thanks to Miss Uesugi that this street was able to recover so quickly."

"Oh, so that's how it is."

Caesar scratched his head and thought of the coser girls standing on the street before. He guessed that Miss Uesugi was doing such a job.

If that's the case, the cosplayer who saved this street must be prettier than the girls I've seen before.

I thought that Japanese people just know how to have fun, and they can’t do without these things.

"Sakura didn't cause you any trouble, did she?"

Caesar asked politely.

After they left that day, they no longer paid attention to these things. To them, this was just a fun time before the mission. It was certainly an unforgettable journey, but they had experienced many such journeys and would experience more in the future. It was nothing special.

"I was released after I explained everything. Although Miss Sakura seems difficult to get along with, she is actually a very gentle person. She didn't make things difficult for me, and she also let me make up the fine after I graduate from college and get a job. She even drove me back home after everything was settled."

"Hey Noda Shou, how is he? Are you getting along well with him?"

Shin nodded, "He stayed in the main family. Miss Sakura said that he would work for the main family for three years, and after three years he would be free. She also said that this is also an opportunity for Shou. Most people who want to enter the main family's sight only have the opportunity when they are in their forties or fifties. If he performs well, Shou can get a position in the main family."

"Oh, so the rest of the people didn't come to cause trouble for you, did they?"

"No. Shou knelt down to me (on one knee) when he left, and everyone thought that someone from the family had taken a fancy to me. Even though he doesn't dare to speak loudly in front of you, he is a very powerful person here, and no one dares to do anything around him. They all think that Shou and I will become boyfriend and girlfriend in the future."

Zhen suddenly raised her head and smiled like a cat. This was the first time that Caesar saw a hint of girlish cunning on the face of this honest girl.

Caesar thought about what Chisheng had said before, that the so-called underworld were just poor people who couldn't live in the sun. If they could make money decently, this should be a good result.

Ying spread out the ironed clothes and swung them around. The vest and patched jeans were ironed so well that they looked like new.

The air stretched out and Caesar smelled the warmth from it.

"Although Shou is not a big shot like you, Mr. Gattuso, and he always says stupid things about men, he is also a very good person like you, Mr. Gattuso. He tries very hard to get things done, and he is very good to me."

As he spoke, he held the waistband of his patched pants, moved his legs a few times, and then walked to the floor in front of Caesar, still kneeling on the ground, and spread open his trouser legs for him, as if he was going to help him put on his pants.

Caesar was startled and stood up quickly.

But when he stood up, he found something even more wrong. The girl was kneeling in front of him obediently, but he was standing facing her.

Zhenzhen's little face turned red instantly, but this time for some reason she forced herself not to lower her head like before. Instead, she pursed her lips and looked up at him.

Caesar quickly took the pants, sat down again, changed direction and started dressing.

(End of this chapter)