port no other

Ten years later he is sitting.

Before the smoke dissipated, Hong Xiang, who leaned back in his chair, came to this conclusion.

A hundred years ago, there was no leather armchair with such a good touch, so it will only be ten years later that the ten-year rocket launcher can bring him.

Guessing wrong is the fault of the ten-year rocket launcher.

The purple mist that blocked his sight gradually dissipated, but Hong Xiang turned his gaze to the bookcase ten meters away from him.

It was dark outside the window, there was no light on the horizon, and it seemed that it was already night.

As an office here, the area of ​​this room is a bit too big, but the placement of the sofa, coffee table, bookcase and desk is very unique, and it does not appear crowded or narrow.

A black-haired man wearing a suit jacket was flipping through some materials in the bookcase, pinching a page of paper with his knuckle fingers, and the expression on his face was also frozen, and there was no movement.

He was not breathing or had a heartbeat.

Hong Xiang: "..."

Ten years later, Mr. Hehui put a... sculpture in his office?

In the next second, the sculpture came alive.

He turned his head, his right eye was wrapped with a bandage, his much more mature face was still pale, his cheeks were slightly sunken, his thin figure couldn't support the large shirt, and his whole person was completely sick.

When he saw the person on the chair, he raised his eyebrows slightly, but didn't make any more movements.

"It's He Hui from ten years ago..."

The man's voice was not loud, with a sigh-like drawl, his whole body was like a delicate flower in the wind and rain, falling down as soon as it was blown.

Hong Xiang: Oh, Zaigoudan has become Zaijiaohua.

"Dazai." The blond young man was still leaning on the chair, he didn't feel the panic after ten years in the first year, and he couldn't calm down, "Are you hungry?"

Hong Xiang had a simple lunch in Suishan a hundred years ago, and at dinner time, Ryotaki Zuojin brought Tanjiro back for the first time. At this time, Yu suddenly said that he had sensed the ghost Wu Tsuji, so Hong Xiang hurried down the mountain without eating dinner.

Then Hong Xiang endured the smell of food on the street and followed Wu Mi for a while, and then returned to a hundred years later in an instant.

Missing his layout a hundred years ago, Hongxiang came to Sawada's house to find Lanbo, and wanted to send himself back to eat a specialty snack from a hundred years ago...

The result is ten years later.

Hong Xiang, who hadn't eaten dinner now, felt a little hungry.

Even if Osamu Dazai plays with a pause in heartbeat and obstructed breathing, it can't stop Hongxiang's determination to eat supper.

The blond young man who got off the leather chair pushed open the office door and came to the corridor. Behind him, Osamu Dazai shrugged, put down the documents in his hand and followed out.

The first time Hongxiang came to this world, he was also in an office building, but the floor he is currently on is quite different from [Senhe Society].

The carpet in the corridor is matched with murals, and the wooden frame is carved with threads by craftsmen, wrapping the beautifully framed oil paintings.

The windows in the entire corridor are also different from those of [Senwa Club]. The borders of the windows are mostly sliding.

- Typical Western configuration.

The long corridor didn't smell of anyone else at all, the silence was terrifying, only the heartbeats of himself and Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai's heartbeat would stop occasionally.

When he came to the first corner, Hong Xiang stopped, squinting at the black-haired man behind him, "You lead the way."

He is not familiar with this building at all, so he doesn't know where the elevator is.

A chuckle escaped Dazai Osamu's lips, and the overly thin man walked like a teenager, bouncing forward.

The elevator is wrapped in a full metal shell, without the sense of transparent glass [sightseeing elevator] at all, and the two are relatively silent in the small space.With a jingle, the weightless feeling of falling disappeared, and the elevator landed on the first floor smoothly.

The metal elevator door opened slowly, followed by noise and hustle and bustle.

The first floor is the hall, the people coming and going are dressed in all kinds of clothes, they are in a hurry, and everyone is running.

It was completely different from the floor we were on just now.

After the elevator door was fully opened, a person unconsciously glanced to this side, and after seeing the figure of the blond youth and the man in black, he tugged on the sleeve of another person around him.

Just like this, it was spread like a domino silently, but within a dozen seconds, the hall was completely quiet, and dozens of pairs of eyes were fixed on the people in the elevator.

Osamu Dazai didn't mind the eyes of everyone, he stepped out of the elevator first, and looked sideways at the young man who was still in the elevator.

"I know that Hehui is using the heartbeat to count the time, but 5 minutes have passed, and no matter how hard I think, I can't get the answer." He spoke in Japanese, and the people around him all lowered their heads when they recognized his face. No longer look at him.

Hong Xiang: ...Oh, the 5-minute elevator battle failed.

The blond young man had no choice but to step out of the elevator, and glanced at the notice outside the elevator:

Ascensore privato

It means [private elevator] in Italian.

OK, this is Italy.

Just now when he boarded the elevator, Osamu Dazai stuck his head out of the window in front of the elevator, so it turned out that he took the private elevator to test his irises.

Regardless of whether the office you were in just now should belong to Hehui-kun, and Osamu Dazai has the privilege of entering the private elevator in Hehui-jun's office building, which means...

The relationship between the two... is at least on the same front.

But this is not the reason why Hong Xiang indulged Osamu Dazai to let him order a table of crabs.

Hong Xiang crossed off a few crab dishes on the menu and ordered some other dishes for himself.

After ordering, the blond young man watched the black-haired man take the waiter's hand with ease, and began to talk about love in fluent Italian.

"Because the lady is very eye-catching, every move has a charm, we are not consciously attracted by the figure of the lady, and walked into this store."

The Italian waitresses are not as graceful as the Japanese. They are warm and generous. The waitress with long blonde curly hair brushed her hair, "Sir, your temperament also fascinates me."

In all fairness, Osamu Dazai's looks are not bad, although foreign looks may not be very appetizing to some Italians, but provocative language is the instinct of Italians.

Hong Xiang turned his attention to a TV in the restaurant, which broadcast the news.

His small broken phone in 09 couldn't receive the signal of 19, and it was useless if he couldn't connect to the Internet, so he could only get some news from other channels.

[American President Valentine recently visited...According to me, the next trip is Italy...]

pat.

The remote was pressed by a bearded spectator in a restaurant.

"What political news are you watching! The results of today's game have come out, the channel has changed."

The bearded [disrespectful] behavior was unanimously applauded by the surrounding audience.

【Today's horse race in Rome is over, let's take a look at the results...】

Hongxiang was brainwashed by the word [horse racing] before he realized that the name of the President of the United States was familiar to him.

The blond young man glanced at the time in the lower left corner of the TV calmly and confirmed that it was 2019.

When football and basketball did not appear more than 100 years ago, horse racing was indeed the number one sport in Europe. Although horse racing is still going on, it should not be so popular in this era...

At the other end of the table, when the two were "chatting" more and more speculatively, the man in black put a kiss on the back of the hand of the beautiful waiter, "Miss, your hair is as dazzling as the golden sun, and your eyes are like Bohr's." The greenest lake in Lake Seine, when your sparkling pupils look at me, I am about to die of happiness, so can you be with me—”

How about martyrdom together?

The blond waitress withdrew her hand, "Sir, when you were talking to me, you looked at the [blonde] gentleman on the other side several times. It's better to talk to the client."

Osamu Dazai: "...Oh, miss, you read it wrong, that stinky man on the opposite side is not as good-looking as you."

Stinky Man · Hongxiang: "...?"

When the waitress interrupted him, before Osamu Dazai had time to say his invitation to die, another waiter brought the dishes.

Unlike Osamu Dazai who ordered a bunch of crabs, Hongxiang ordered much simpler.

A pasta with sardines, a marzipan cake, and a glass of brandy.

Osamu Dazai knew how to flirt with the waitress, and Hongxiang naturally knew how to ask the waiter for some matters.

"Do you have any recommendations for this store?"

The Italian girl with exquisite makeup replied: "Sir, you have to know that we are rich in sardines in Sicily, and we know how to cook them very well. Come and have a sardine spaghetti sir, you will not be disappointed."

Hong Xiang speaks Italian with a very standard accent. The girl probably regards him as an Italian from other places, and is not as cautious as she treats foreigners. (her English is not very good)

OK, confirm the detailed location, it is Sicily.

"It's a pity that Modica's chocolates are sold out... Oh, let me tell you a snack method, you can order a glass of brandy and pour it on the sardines. This is my father who discovered it by accident. The deliciousness of the fish and the mellow aroma of the brandy are simply delicious. marvelous!"

... Well, next is the Food Network.

Wild fennel, pine nuts, small tomatoes and finely chopped marjoram are used as side dishes, and because it is cold noodles, Hong Xiang can feel the cold wind in one bite, making the young man's back tremble slightly .

Osamu Dazai was very happy eating the shelled crab, and he didn't notice the surprised look on the opposite side.

Hong Xiang picked up the wine glass containing a small glass of brandy, poured some along the edge of the plate, and watched the transparent wine being absorbed by the sardines little by little.

The strong spicy taste of the brandy and the aroma of the wine mixed with the sauce spread in the mouth, the teeth chewed the fish, and with the snacks, the sweetness and sweetness passed through the throat, and the wine with stamina silently dispelled the chill in the body.

……

At the end of the review, Hong Xiang looked at the black-haired man who was still eating crab sticks, and put an extra piece of bread next to him, "Eat some staple food."

He couldn't order seafood porridge at the shop in Sicily, so he had no choice but to order a piece of bread for Zai Jiaohua who only ate crabs and ruined his stomach.

Dazai Osamu was interrupted by another sentence from the blond youth before he could say the words of disgust and rejection.

"Did you bring any money?"

The black-haired man was taken aback for a moment, and then he showed a familiar smile, "My money is all from Hehui~"

The penniless Hongxiang who seemed to come here ten years ago but actually came a hundred years ago: "Oh, then I don't have any money with me, what should I do."

Osamu Dazai: "Hehui can ask Liu-kun to redeem us."

The blond young man tilted his head and glanced at the black-haired man suspiciously.

Bishuiliu is a polite and good young man. In 2019, when the Internet is so developed, there should be many clan members now. Ten years ago, he was still a minor and not good at acting.

Ten years later, he is still with Mr. He Hui, but if he leaves alone, will the Green King be incapable?

Promise is no.

So ten years later, Bishui Liu voluntarily stayed with Hehui-kun, the king of green with self-consciousness... Liu will not have a good impression of people like Osamu Dazai who despise life.

Hong Xiang raised his chin with one hand, "It's me, not [us]."

Liu will not be willing to redeem you.

OK, Ten years later, Mr. Hehui has a very good relationship with Bishuiliu.

The unbandaged left eye showed a sad expression, "Alas——is Hehui going to leave me here? Even Zhongzhong won't be willing to come and redeem me——"

OK, ten years later Chuya is still bound to Osamu Dazai.

……

…………

Wow.

In the Central Plains, it is more flowing than water.

He is the mainstay of Dazai Osamu and Kazuki-kun.