Miss Hardcore Love Daily

Today is the fourth day that Mr. Dazai has been looking at his refrigerator. The ingredients in it have basically not been touched. What was the condition of Miss Wan Yin when she left?

Counting the time, it was about the same time. While complaining to himself, the black-haired young man touched the body of the cold wine bottle in the freezer, put down his hand, and slammed the door of the refrigerator as if angry.

'Snapped'!

"Let's find something to eat..."

Mr. Dazai, who was alone, made such a decision, which seemed to be the same as when he was alive.

When walking on the road, I ran into an aunt in the same apartment building, and I could tell that the child was not energetic.

"Ah Zhi, it seems like I haven't seen you for a long time?" Some people will show such love to the young man who lives next door/downstairs/upstairs/opposite door.

Or say: "Your girlfriend doesn't seem to have seen it much?"

"Auntie made pickles, do you want to, Azhi?" There are also such things.

The young man called 'Azhi' seems to have always been very popular. Among other things, looking at these elderly housewives, they all like him very much anyway.

Mr. Dazai also maintains his appearance as a good neighbor in the world. Although he is unhappy, he will still greet them politely when he sees them. He can fool others' inquiries, whether they are asking about his own situation or Wanyin Kaya. .

"A few days ago I was hospitalized with stomach problems..."

"Jia Ye has returned to his hometown in Tokyo, and will be back in a few days..."

"Pickles are fine, but it happens that Jia Ye is not at home, so I worry about what to eat!"

He always gave others the illusion that he was going to marry Miss Wan Yin, maybe in this way he could convince himself that the girl would never leave?

It's a very naive method, but Mr. Dazai said that the personal test is effective.

Wanyin Jiaye didn't say when she would come back, but Mr. Dazai knew it, and it was only these two days.

Holding a box of pickled vegetables, Mr. Dazai was about to go out to find something to eat, but was stumbled by the pickled vegetables, standing at the door of his house, the wire in his hand hooked the lock, and with a slight push, the door of his house opened .

"It's just enough."

The patient who had just had stomach bleeding was discharged from the hospital forcefully, and within two days, he hid at home and ate pickles with bread.

If she was here, she would definitely not make herself mess up like this.

Curled up on the sofa, Mr. Dazai finally had a new book in his hands, thinking about it, there was boiling hot coffee on the coffee table in front of his own single sofa.

The morning light shone on the book from outside, and the black ink marks flashed colorful colors.

He even had time to think—could this be the colorful black?

Mr. Dazai stretched out his hand to touch it, but he didn't know whether it was because the sun was too warm or the publisher of this book was too cruel, or he bought a pirated copy. A light layer of ink was immediately printed on his pale fingertips. lead.

The gray handwriting was printed on the light fingerprints on the fingertips. Osamu Dazai wiped it with his index finger and thumb, leaving a piece of shapeless dirt.

"Speaking of which, the ink is actually not very dirty, but why is black so dirty?"

The young man's soft hair also has a little bit of gold, through his already fair side face, and half transparent eyes.

Boom, boom, boom, boom.

Several heavy footprints stepped on the floor and extended to the kitchen. After the faucet was turned on, the pressure squeezed out the water.

wipe.

metal friction.

click.

The door lock is released.

The sound of splashing water stopped, and a few drops of water flowed between the young man's pale lips.

"I am back."

The unfamiliar yet familiar voice of a woman came in with the rubbing of clothes, tiny echoes echoed back and forth in the narrow space of the entrance, the heels of shoes hitting the floor, and the sound of heavy objects being placed on the shoe cabinet.

That place was where he and Miss Kaye kissed for the first time.

The depressed young man suddenly changed the position of his eyebrows, his brows were raised, and his eyes widened.

His half of the originally clear and fragile glass bead became a diamond under the magnesium lamp.

"Miss Jia Ye??!" He lost his voice, and rushed from the kitchen to the entrance, and quickly put away the momentary violent thoughts that could not be suppressed, and let them slip out continuously——

"That's great~~It's a surprise~~Yeah! Miss Kaye is finally back, please save the poor little Dazai! I'm going to starve to death, woooooooo!! Look, the aunt next door pity me Give me pickles!!"

Wanyinjiaye had some difficulty accepting the sudden noise. Although he could have expected this man to be a monster, he still felt a little headache from the chirping sound like a bird.

Before she unlocked and entered the door, she was thinking about when she would go to the flower shop that was given to her. After entering the door, she was directly overwhelmed by the voice of this big kid rolling around and messing around.

Wanyin Jiaye is now only concerned with cleaning up these broken things made by the brat.

"Stop, stop, stop! It stands to reason that Mr. Dazai should still be in the hospital now. Why is Mr. Dazai a superman! It will be healed so quickly, and you don't need to take medicine, injections or infusions?"

"Hey! Just came back to preach??" The black-haired young man pressed Miss Wan Yin's shoulder, pretending to be injured.

"Well, at least you won't starve to death in the hospital, right?" She was a little uncomfortable being shaken, she slapped him away, and lowered her body to change her shoes.

"But I miss you very much. Don't you just stay at home to see Ms. Kaye? The first time Ms. Kaye returns to Yokohama is definitely not to go to the hospital but to come back here~"

Dazai complained and didn't care if his hands were opened, but he still didn't want to leave. Miss Wan Yin squatted down, and he followed suit.

"That was really hard work." Wan Yinjiaye chuckled, "I saw you too, why don't you go back to the hospital?"

"..." Osamu Dazai was suddenly silent.

He looked at her serious look, but didn't know whether it was a joke or something special. After a while, he followed her to the side of the refrigerator: "Are you serious?"

Wanyin Jiaye was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled: "Of course it was a joke, why did Mr. Dazai take it seriously?"

A little embarrassed, Dazai pursed his lips: "No!"

"Hahaha……"

The reunion between Miss Wan Yin and Osamu Dazai was an unexpected relief for the two of them.

He didn't see her lingering depression anymore, and he felt a little relieved-looking at the brunette's thin shoulders, her small neck hidden in her black hair.

He also remembered the feeling of putting his chin there before, it was warm.

Although Dazai is a man with a strong body, when two people hold hands, he is always the one with lower body temperature.

Miss Wan Yin was also tolerant of his ice-like body temperature.

Although, Mr. Dazai knew that the other party didn't care.

The young man leaned over the partition between the kitchen and the dining room, watching Miss Wan Yin take out the broken things in the refrigerator, pack them up and throw them away, his two black eyes only followed Miss Wan Yin's turn, like a peaceful black cat. cat.

In the next moment, I can't guess what I'm going to do, maybe I might just pounce on it.

Dazai stretched out Chang's arm, passed his hand over, and said, "Miss Kaye?"

"Huh? What?" The black-haired woman didn't know why, but only saw the hand extended by the young man: "Shake hands?"

Wanyin Jiaye covered his hand over.

First of all, in her perception, Mr. Dazai's actions have always been beyond common sense. Sometimes she can know what he is thinking, but sometimes she doesn't bother to guess what is not important.

This time, he thought it was a prank to give himself something.

"You stretched out your hand." He suddenly smiled.

The expected prank did not come, but the strength in his hand directly pulled her over.

"What's the matter?" Miss Wan Yin and Dazai were separated by a partition, quietly waiting for the next sentence: "I'll go to the supermarket later, and I'll replenish the refrigerator for you."

"Mine?" The young man who wanted to ask for a piece of softness picked out the word vigilantly: "Shouldn't it be 'our'?"

All of a sudden, the idea of ​​wanting to hug each other disappeared completely.

Wanyin Jiaye was silent.

That is to say, she said it on purpose.

"Aha... let me guess, Kaya found something in Tokyo."

Dazai played with her hands with both hands, his limp hair hanging down the side of his face.

"Well... I found it, the existence of family members." The wise people talked among themselves, but they couldn't explain everything.

She clicked until Osamu Dazai knew that the little wild cat he picked up was not his own after all.

In fact, he already knew.

"Oh, and then?" But he wanted her to say it in person.

"Then... Thank you very much for taking me in at this stage, I'm leaving."

Well, take it in.

Dazai thought, and said, "Give me the reward too?"

Wanyin Jiaye stared at him: "What do you want?"

"I want you."

as expected.

"you……"

"Don't reject me."

He looked pitiful.

Wan Yinjiaye's heart trembled, she pulled out her hand, pressed it down with her backhand, stood on tiptoe, pulled at the white shirt of the other party, and touched it lightly:

"I used to have a very ambitious goal, but just two days ago, I found that it was achieved, but it seems to be different from what I thought, but in short, what I want to say is... After losing that goal, what is it? There is nothing left to do.”

The dark-haired woman was still tugging at his collar, but she didn't look at him, she just stared at a void, slightly staggering his gaze.

Osamu Dazai is rarely happy, and he likes very few things, but what makes people uncomfortable is that he happened to be one of them when he was kissed by Miss Man Yin.

"And then?" He stared at her lips reluctantly.

"Yesterday morning, I went to a Tokyo park and ran into an acquaintance."

"Have you regained your memory?"

Wan Yinjiaye's eyelashes trembled slightly, "At first...it wasn't that I couldn't remember at all."

"Ah, so."

Osamu Dazai withdrew one of his hands and touched the lips that he had kissed just now. He agreed with her that she spoke very casually, as if it didn't matter.

"Well, then what?"

then……

Yesterday, Wan Yinjiaye went to the park on a whim in the morning, and then met Xiaoxue.

Time flies, but she still saw Xiaoxue, who was almost exactly the same as a hundred years ago, wearing jk clothes, carrying a schoolbag in her hand, following a hunched old man with silver hair and a hunched figure, calling 'Grandma'.

Ah, after knowing it, Wanyin Jiaye realized that it was not Xiaoxue—it should be said that it was not the Xiaoxue she thought.

When people get old, there will be age spots on the face, wrinkles will spread all over the face, teeth will fall out, eyes will become cloudy, bones will become brittle, and internal organs will become weak.

Just like many old people with handicapped legs and feet.

If you are unlucky, you will also suffer from Alzheimer's disease.

Wanyin Jiaye stood under the blooming cherry tree, looking at the familiar girl pushing the old man who was talking, and she was walking in the park with a wheelchair.

Their eyes suddenly met each other.

Wanyin Jiaye clearly saw her mouth shape - "Miss."

For a moment, this is not Xiaoxue, but Xiaoxue and her granddaughter or granddaughter.

For some unknown reason, Wanyin Jiaye approached the pair of next-generation relatives from under the cherry blossom tree, and then the conversation between the old man and the girl became clear.

"It's Missy, that's really Missy!"

"Grandma, what are you talking about! Let's go back, Dad and the others are still looking for you!"

The old man stretched out his hand, and the existence of Wan Yin Jia Ye was reflected in the eyes of his granddaughter.

The female high school student was embarrassed, and apologized: "I'm sorry, this sister, grandma, she can't recognize people clearly."

Wanyin Jiaye glanced at her, then turned to look at the old friend: "Yuki."

The moment the name was called out, the old man became quiet, and his cloudy eyes also quieted down. After a while, the old man took his granddaughter's hand, "Am I sick again?"

In the early stages of Alzheimer's disease, it was intermittent. The patient may know about it.

Seeing this, the female high school student opened her mouth, but failed to say what she really wanted to say: "Let's go back, grandma."

"Go back..." The old man glanced at his granddaughter, and then at Wanyin Jiaye who was standing aside: "Are you the granddaughter of the young lady?"

"Grandma, what are you talking about, who is called 'Missy'?"

The granddaughter wanted grandma to stop saying weird things, but the old man looked at the young and beautiful Wan Yin Jia Ye who seemed to have not changed at all: "Or, you are..."

When people get old, what they know becomes clear.

For example, Meiyue, who is immortal, should be like this for the beauties she once served.

Wanyin Jiaye seemed unusually quiet, "It's not easy for you to remember me when you're old."

What she said was not polite, which made the granddaughter who was still in charge among the two grandmas not happy: "Sister, please pay attention to your words!"

Wanyin Jiaye sighed: "Sorry...can you give me a little time to talk to your grandma?"

"……you!"

Her grandma took her hand, and the granddaughter looked back to see the grandma in the wheelchair asking for the same.

"You know her?" She wanted to ask more.

Wan Yinjiaye had no choice but to explain: "My grandma and your grandma are friends."

So what can you say?Originally, the granddaughter wanted to ask this question, but she felt that she had punctured some paper window by asking this question, so she frowned and remained silent.

Wan Yinjiaye squatted down and looked at the old man in the wheelchair: "I heard that the shop was closed a few years after the war broke out, and then Xiaoxue, you got married."

The old man grabbed Wanyin Jiaye's hand that had not been wasted by the years, and grinned, as if he was proud of this matter, showing the gap where his teeth were missing: "I'm not an old woman now, but Miss, you are still the same as before. Beautiful and moving."

"This is magic, so I won't grow old." Wanyin Jiaye looked at the contrast between his hand and the opponent's hand.

The old man didn't feel sad either: "I always thought I was a very lucky person... When I was working in the store, I had you, and later I had a husband who loved me... Even if I die now, I have no regrets."

"..."

"Missy has never been old, so she doesn't understand what I say?"

"When a person gets old, he will become ugly, his body will become weak, and he will experience all kinds of pain." This is the truth, but.

The girl who used to be like Xue in the past seems to be similar now, even though her appearance has faded with time: "Why don't you give it a try, miss."

"You obviously...are also suffering."

"Does Missy have any children now?" She stopped mentioning that, but asked something else.

Wanyin Jiaye shook his head: "I don't like children."

"Well, I can see that you don't like little girls under the age of 12, but why? Children are so cute?"

Wanyin Jiaye didn't want to say this either: "It doesn't matter if you like it or not, but my body cannot conceive children."

This is her nonsense, she doesn't know if it is possible, but all the time, even if she has been married to Uchiha Madara for so many years, she has almost nothing to do, maybe at that time, she hated children.

"It's such a shame... I've dreamed since I was a kid, to find someone I love who happens to love me and we have a baby together who can be a girl or a boy with my eyes , with my husband's eyebrows... Now my dream has come true and I have a very happy family, even if I am old, it doesn't matter..."

"..."

"Miss..."

She watched the silver-haired old man smile because he felt happy, showing his teeth with gaps, that smile was like the rising sun in spring, kissing the white daisies.

It made Wanyin Jiaye feel jealous.

To be honest, she had such a momentary heartbeat.

Uchiha Aiichi recalled in a trance a long time ago. At that time, her father and mother were still there, and maybe there were one or two younger brothers and sisters. That was the day when she married for the first time.

Under the bright and clear sky, she was dressed in snow-white Shiro Wugou, lined with jet-black hair, and she handed herself over to the eldest son of the Uchiha clan chief with joy and expectation.

At that moment, Uchiha Aiichi really wanted to have a small home with Uchiha Madara in the age of non-stop wars.

But then...

Uchiha Aiichi died in the tomb, and it was Manin Kaya who came back to life.

She felt the coldness of the young man's fingertips, and rubbed them gently on her lips, turning off the memories of life, old age, sickness and death, Wan Yinjiaye opened her mouth slightly, and held his fingers.

"Are you angry?" Mr. Dazai didn't wait for what he wanted to hear, and then he thought that he had gone too far and made her angry, so he opened the other's teeth: "Let me do a magic trick for you, I just learned it."

It doesn't matter if you're new or not, as long as you can make girls happy, that's enough.

Hearing this, Wanyin Jiaye honestly let go of his mouth, and then waited for the other party to show himself.

The black-haired young man squinted his eyes as he laughed, his fingers fluttered, and finally he leaned on Miss Wan Yin's neck and took out a small square plastic bag.

The tip of his tongue was slightly pressed against the packaging bag. Wan Yinjiaye had never seen what it was before, and reached out to get it out of curiosity, but the young man reached out and opened it: "Do you know what this is? You have to help me take it after you take it. do you know?"

Mr. Dazai reminded.

Obviously he was the one who showed his fangs at the other party first, but he wanted to remind Wanyin Jiaye of the sharpness of these fangs.

They were separated by the partition between the kitchen and the dining room, and Wanyin Jiaye didn't know, so he said, "I don't know much about this...is it a gift?"

"..."

Which man dares to give this to a woman, isn't he in a hurry to find a job?

Osamu Dazai also bullied Miss Wan Yin's lack of common sense: "Is there no contraception in your flower building?"

"..."

Ah, she knows.

Wanyin Jiaye looked at him, "You are really well prepared."

Fortunately, he couldn't hear it, and Osamu Dazai couldn't figure out the attitude of the other party: "Miss Kaye... When you kissed me, weren't you very happy?"

"Continuing with the story, I met acquaintances in Tokyo and changed my mind."

He didn't want to hear her tell a story, he just wanted to—

This time the young man lacked interest: "Anyway, Miss Jia Ye is going to run away, so come with me one last time, can't you?"

Wanyin Jiaye raised her eyebrows, she thought of the daisy-like pure happiness, "Money or something else, you can choose, but let's play together--sorry, Mr. Dazai, I want to get married a little bit now."

It was a clear morning, and the spring cherry blossoms hadn't faded yet. Osamu Dazai had been enduring the smell of dog on Wanyin Kaya's body since just now.

His hand hanging under the partition pierced through the thin, small plastic packaging bag, and his eyes suddenly darkened.

"What are you talking about, Miss Kaye?" He stopped laughing.

This is a soul covered in black mud, and his existence is the full embodiment of the evil in the world, but Wanyin Jiaye finds it interesting, "Mr. Dazai, are you angry? Why?"

She smiled, as if she had never seen him angry before.

"Marry who? Chuya?"

Wanyin Jiaye didn't care about his darkened face at all: "What do you think, I've only known Mr. Chuya for a few days—"

"But you smell of him all over you—the first time you kissed me, your mouth smelled of his cigarettes, and..." Osamu Dazai kept these 'crimes' very well, and Wanyin Kaya didn't I know that I have had so many contacts with Mr. Chuya.

Wanyin Jiaye has always had the illusion that Mr. Dazai likes her, and this is also the illusion that Dazai deliberately gave her.

But Wanyin Jiaye has never believed in this kind of love. She often attributes these things to coveting her appearance, so even if she can feel Mr. Dazai's obsession, she will suppress her heart and completely indifferently. shield.

The only time she seriously asked him if he liked her was before that bad game, but the answer she got was also ambiguous.

Wanyin Jiaye always has an inexplicable naivety and persistence towards this kind of thing.

"But it doesn't have anything to do with you, so it's hard to say, Mr. Dazai, do you still want to say——do you like Wanyin Kaya?" She smiled strangely, and what she said was also strange, and she was even more strange in her heart: "Don't be funny. "

The black-haired young man swallowed, his head was a little foggy.

"How do you know if you don't ask?" he said.

The black-haired woman's smile froze on her face, and she suppressed her voice for a while: "Then you marry me."

The young man stared at her, leaned over and kissed her: "Then when you do this kind of thing, call me 'darling'."

He kissed the brunette from the kitchen to the couch, robbing her of all oxygen, and there was blood between his lips and teeth.

This is different from what Wanyin Jiaye thought.

He should refuse, and show that he doesn't want to be restrained, and then just lie to her or something else to play with him.

Wanyin Jiaye would never have imagined that she would propose marriage.

And there is nothing, just the verbal kind.

She seems to have succeeded?

Ok?

Is it so easy to propose a marriage these days? ?

Ms. Wan Yin was still bewildered, she couldn't say she was happy or unhappy in this situation, but it simply made her feel that something was wrong.

Just as the young man unbuttoned her clothes and stretched his hand in, Wanyin Jiaye shivered from the cold hand and resisted subconsciously.

This long-lost experience made Wan Yinjiaye's eyes a little scared, and he stopped when he saw it.

"I said, did I propose just now??" She touched his side face, fingertips on his soft hair: "Is that how I proposed?"

The young man's mouth was a little swollen, his face was expressionless, and he suddenly raised his mouth again: "What else?"

"...You and I will have a home?"

"..."

Family.

What the hell is that 'damn' word?

The white shirt with one button torn off was a little wrinkled. Osamu Dazai sat up from the sofa and felt a little pain in his stomach: "I regret it, Ms. Kaya——I still don't want to get married. Stuff around my neck, I'd rather choose my freedom than get married—"

"...ha" sighed.

Wanyinjiaye lay on the sofa and buttoned up the buttons: "I see..."

"My hobby is 'suicide', Miss Kaye doesn't want to be a widow either, right?"

"..." Wanyin Jiaye looked at the young man's ingratiating smile, and stood up from the sofa silently, "You are right, then I wish you a safe and happy life in the future."

Wan Yin Jia Ye's voice rang in Dazai Osamu's ears, for him, this was obviously a curse.

Dazai-san curled up his legs on the sofa again like a child, the entrance door opened and closed, and the apartment was finally clean.

He and her broke up again.

Forget it, in fact, a person is also quite good.

If you are always alone...

Play on your own, eat what you want, do what you want, even if you drink to stomach bleeding, you don’t have to go to the hospital if you don’t want to, self-killing is a hobby, the tools used are also left in the guest room too I don't know if those medicines have expired or not.

The young man unsteadily moved his wine and medicine back into the refrigerator in his kitchen, then, like picking out candy, grabbed a handful of cold white pills, and swallowed them with the wine.

His kitten ran away again.

No, it should be said...he threw it away himself.

"I deserve to die alone! It would be nice if I could die this time!"

The dark-haired 19-year-old murmured into the open refrigerator.

This time, just like Wanyin Jiaye, he became a cold-hearted person.

Alcohol and drugs have deprived him of his five senses, but like Miss Wan Yin, he is not a person favored by death, and even hell may not welcome him.

Even after swallowing those things, the boy woke up from the empty room in an unknown morning, and subconsciously wanted to find the kitten with a beautiful smile.

But that day...he could only lie on the bed by himself, staring at the white putty scraped off the roof all day.