port no other

Hong Xiang intends to retract the foreword.

What hound is harder to take than a pup?

These two are the same!

Due to the "negligence" of the King of Gold, Mo Guangtiechang is homeless, so he can only follow Hongxiang all the way.

"You... Forget it." The blond young man rubbed his head, caught a glimpse of the ignorance in the amber golden eyes, and finally gave up the idea of ​​letting the hound go back to its lair.

Physical strength, breathing rate, instinctive reactions... Suguang Tiechang's strength is at the top of Hong Kong gangsters, so there is no need to worry about him being plotted against.

Bishuiliu and the two maids didn't have any particular rejection of Hongxiang's bringing back newcomers, but they didn't have any welcoming attitude either.But Mo Guangtiechang's nerves were thick enough, he didn't notice at all...or he didn't care about other people's attitudes.

Osamu Dazai is not here, so he probably went somewhere else.

"This is your room." Hong Xiang went up to the second floor and opened a guest room door casually.

The mansion left by the former leader to Hongxiang is really big, and there are already six people living on the second floor of Suguang Tiechang, but there are still many bedrooms left in the long corridor.

Perhaps the previous generation regarded this mansion as a secret base, and planned to hide here with the high-level Hong Kong and black officials at critical moments.

It's a pity that such a good house has to be moved out...thinking about it.

But no time to think about that now.

The blond young man walked into his bedroom and found a summer homework book from a month and a half ago.

It is reported today, and the class will start tomorrow, because it was late to introduce Suehiro Tieshang to the school, it is already [-] o'clock in the afternoon, and he will go to school at [-] o'clock tomorrow morning, so he has [-] hours to make up his homework.

Hong Xiang looked at the dozens of pages thick notebooks for each subject on the table, and fell into deep thought.

It doesn't matter, I'm an experienced supplementary homework player, you have to believe that your sword is not old——

Copying——Mandarin duck pen, two-pronged approach!

Composition - the trip to Italy and Russia in memory, you must write with charm and style!

English——He Hui?At this time, I am Katschi from the United States!Isn't this a topic for elementary school students!

Mathematics - Mental arithmetic and radio wave operations In short, move your brain!Don't stop! !Fuck the pen is out of oil!

History - very good, mainly the stories of the Warring States Daimyo, without modern literature, can't be wrong!

Science - Physical Chemistry Biology!Remind me of myself who wanted to be a scientist! ……kindness?It seems that you never thought about being a scientist?

……

When Hong Xiang put down his pen and shook his sore right hand, he looked up at the alarm clock on the wall again.

The hour hand moved two notches.

The blond young man couldn't help but was stunned for a moment.

so fast.

In just two hours, I finished the homework for the whole summer vacation.

Mr. He Hui's brain is so easy to use, obviously he used to spend three hours to make up for summer homework...

But at that time, Hong Xiang's classmates were still real high school students.

After dinner, take a bath and go to bed early~

September is already the end of summer, and the sound of insects chirping in the middle of the night is intermittent. The blond young man lay on his bed, unconsciously concentrating on breathing, and maximizing all his senses.

He heard someone pry the lock of the entrance with a wire, and stumbled upstairs, smelling the smell of alcohol in his nostrils.When Hong Xiang sat up from the bed, the figure of the young man who "popped" the door came into his eyes.

Only a few rays of moonlight penetrated into the room with the curtains drawn, Osamu Dazai's breathing became disordered, and he was not as stable and indifferent as usual.The boy didn't say a word, he walked to Hong Xiang's bedside wearing his coat that hadn't changed since July.

"Dazai-kun, Hehui-kun this time... is a bit over the top."

The black-haired boy had a gloomy expression, it might be better to say that he has always been like this, "Then leader, what do you want me to do."

Osamu Dazai squatted down suddenly, his kite-colored eyes discerned Hong Xiang's position in the darkness, and his body with the coolness of the night was directly attached to the young man.Hong Xiang frowned slightly, and sat back a little calmly.

Then Osamu Dazai leaned forward a little bit more, propped his hands on the edge of the bed, and moved his whole body onto the bed of Hongxiang.

Hong Xiang: ...Hey, what are you doing?

"Dazai?" He called the black-haired boy's name.

The people around him didn't answer. The black-haired boy rubbed his feet against the bottom of the bed. After taking off his shoes, he rolled onto the bed and landed on Hong Xiang's body.

Through a thin quilt, Hong Xiang just half embraced the black-haired boy, watching him bury his head on the side of his neck, sticking his name in his mouth.

"...Hehui."

"Hehui-jun's subordinates, did they really not show up?" The fierce battle between Huajiuhui and Inferno could be resolved so easily by relying on a third party?

After swallowing the benefits, the surprise began to fade, and Mori Ogai discovered his blind spot covered by emotions.

As soon as he opened his mouth, there was a super strong smell of wine. Compared with the slightly smoky smell when the boy was downstairs, the strong smell at close range can be called the smell of wine.

Hong Xiang's brows furrowed a little, did the underage not go home to drink in the middle of the night?

And compared to the previous drink with himself, Osamu Dazai drank more than he could bear this time.

"Today, I met a few women." As expected of Osamu Dazai, he was so drunk that he was unsure of his actions, but his words did not show him being drunk at all.

"Thinking of Ping Ping and Hui's actions, I started talking to them."

Hong Xiang: I am not I do not have.etc!You actually started talking to her[them]?not bad.

Crossing his fingers in white gloves, the leader's pink eyes flashed murderous intent, "If that's really the case..."

Is the bandage wrapped too tightly? There is a faint sense of suffocation around the throat.

"... Kazuki-kun, I can't stay anymore." After Mori Ogai's voice fell, Osamu Dazai's fingertips twitched unconsciously.

The black-haired boy slowly raised his hands, encircling the young man's neck. "Then chatting and chatting, they talked about their ex-boyfriends and said how bad the ex-boyfriend was."

Hong Xiang: And then, you should coax them with sweet words, and they will say "Oh, my little brother's mouth is so sweet", and what should happen in the end will happen.

Hong Xiang: "..." Wait a minute for my consciousness to be occupied by Mr. He Hui for two seconds, that was not what I thought just now!

But the skin of the black-haired boy will indeed be very popular with the women of the big sister family.Besides, Osamu Dazai is so sensitive and frightening that he can easily perceive the emotions of the person opposite him, and mobilize his actions to make the most appropriate mimicry to "solve problems" for the other party.

"I locked my own troubles in a small box in my chest, hid my sorrow and exhaustion deep and deep, and blindly pretended to be innocent and optimistic."

If you complain to others, they will be troubled too. Who would be willing to listen to your long-winded negative energy? It's better not to cause extra trouble to others.

Then why do you masochistically listen to other people's pain and complaints?

Osamu Dazai rested his forehead against Toko's shoulder, against the white bandage, the blush on the young man's face became more obvious, he panted uncomfortably, and did not continue to speak.

Hong Xiang reacted from the initial stiffness, he has no habit of getting close to others without reason, and Dazai Osamu's closeness did make him uncomfortable, but feeling the fragility of the boy in his arms, Hong Xiang did not push Dazai Osamu after all.

How do people in Hong Kong and black evaluate Osamu Dazai?

Cruel and ruthless, indiscriminate killing, bloody violence... Anyway, it is not a good description.Every time Hong Xiang saw the men in black suits following Dazai Osamu, they all conveyed this meaning in their hearts.

Absolute loyalty comes from absolute fear.

Osamu Dazai dealt with traitors and taught disobedient subordinates more than once in front of the black suit, and shot him mercilessly. Even if that person put on a coat for Osamu Dazai yesterday, he can only crawl at the boy's feet today, being beaten Fear dominates.

Then in front of him, what happened to this young man who hugged him tightly, acting like he was acting like a baby to his father.

Hongxiang knew that Osamu Dazai was good at disguising, and he would never be a vegetarian if he could become a quasi-cadre in Hong Kong and black.

It's just the young man's breathing, heart sounds, micro-movements... conveying endless sadness.

"I pretended to be precocious, and people rumored that I was precocious.

I acted like a slob, and people rumored I was a slob.

I pretended I couldn't write novels, and people started rumoring that I couldn't write novels.

I pretended to be a liar, and people rumored that I was a liar.

I acted like I was rich, and people started rumoring that I was rich.

I pretended to be cold, and people rumored that I was a cold guy. "

"But when I'm really in pain, people accuse me of moaning in pain."

This guy who didn't even dare to complain about his troubles actually groaned in front of outsiders. This is the biggest step a coward can take.

Let me tell you that my current thought is just to let you save me, I really can't get out by myself.

The above is Hong Xiang's interpretation of "Author Dazai Osamu".

If [Writer Dazai Osamu] and [Hong Kong Black Dazai Osamu] have something in common——

So what does Dazai want now, tell him that he is drunk, and then ask himself to give him a bowl of hangover soup?

"Valéry said that when you do kindness, you are humble and apologetic. Because there is nothing in the world that hurts more than doing kindness to someone."

Doing good and hurting others is the most painful, because I have empathized with it: I was riddled with holes by the unintentional actions of those who did good.

Drinking a hangover soup...isn't it "good".

"Hehui." Osamu Dazai's right eye was reddened, his slightly curly hair rubbed against the young man's neck, and he was in a daze of drunkenness.

Just when Hongxiang thought he would hear the next story of Osamu Dazai and the women, the young man's sticky ending sound was drawn out, but his tone was extremely serious, "Hehui, at that time...why did you bring me back."

The eyes of the blond-haired young man have completely adapted to the darkness, and Osamu Dazai is no longer a blurry shadow. Tokigo placed his hand on Osamu Dazai's face, his skin, which had become hot from drunkenness, was burning and hot.

Why did He Hui bring a child of the same age home when he just left Hong Kong and Heilongjiang when he was only seven years old?

Hong Xiang turned his head and fell silent.

If he lied to [Writer Osamu Dazai], he would be hurt if he was sensitive, and he would weave his feelings into sad and depressing words that would trickle into the paper.

If you lie to [Hong Kong Black Dazai]... I don’t know if you will get hurt. After all, [Hong Kong Black Dazai] is very good at putting on a show, and Hong Xiang is still not sure whether the fragile young man in front of him is real or fake.

However, the ugly liar, pretending to be in front of [Hong Kong Black Dazai]... was either played to death or tortured madly.

The boy with his head down couldn't see the cold blue eyes of the blond youth, and he didn't urge Hongxiang to seek the answer.

"Because of the 'disqualification in the world'. "

It's like drawing a lottery, opening a sack and finding out that you won a big prize, of course you have to take it home.It's not wrong to say that it's for different abilities.

Hong Xiang: ...Wait, have I been possessed by Jun Hehui just now? !

"Did He Hui know that I'm a person with supernatural abilities the first time he saw me?"

The hand of the blond-haired young man went up slowly, put on Dazai Osamu's shoulder, pushed the young man away, and then lowered his head to meet the kite-colored eye.

"Yes."

It's just a gut feeling.

…………

Hong Xiang: Why is what I think in my heart different from what I say...

Hearing this, Osamu Dazai trembled all over his body, and the body that was forcefully pushed away did not continue to gather strength to approach.The boy's hand was taken away from Hong Xiang's neck, and the wide sleeve covered his hand. By the moonlight, Hong Xiang seemed to see a silver light flash.

A small scalpel was bandaged around the boy's wrist. When Osamu Dazai embraced the boy just now, the blade seemed to be only a few millimeters away from his neck.

Hong Xiang: "..."

With the other hand, Osamu Dazai took out the small knife on his right wrist from the layers of bandages. As soon as this scalpel, whose owner could be seen at a glance, was revealed, a strange aura immediately enveloped the entire bedroom.

Hong Xiang: "..." Unfilial son, you actually want to murder me! ?

With billions of benefits, Mori Ogai doesn't believe that Hongxiang has no other purpose, but no matter how he thinks, he can't guess the purpose of Hongxiang.

Just like wolves—the alpha wolf has always led the wolves to find prey, give orders, enjoy the most delicious parts of the prey, and at the same time bear the greatest risk. When encountering a strong enemy, they must be the first to rush forward.

After all, the alpha wolf is the slave of the wolf pack. Once the alpha wolf is no longer useful, the wolves will immediately remove the alpha wolf from the position of leader and elect a new alpha wolf.

Now, the leader wolf of Hong Kong Hei is leading Hong Kong Hei forward step by step. Suddenly, an excellent male wolf in the wolf pack rushes into the wolf pack driving a group of domestic sheep, bringing a lot of food to the wolf pack.

This male wolf is also the son of the previous leader, and he also has the qualifications to become a wolf leader.

'Hehui Jun. Mori Ogai opened his rosy eyes, looking at Yokohama outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, "Are you trying to touch my heart?" '

Since succeeding to the throne, Mori Ogai's murderous intentions against Hongxiang have erupted more than a hundred times, but none of them were actually carried out.This time Dazai Osamu's temptation, I don't know if it was his order or the boy acted without authorization.

"What should I do, Hehui?" The black-haired boy bowed his head, his brows were covered by his too long bangs, Dazai Osamu moved the scalpel closer to the young man's throat step by step in front of Hongxiang's eyes, "I If I cut it off, will He Hui kill me?"

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