Miss Hardcore Love Daily

"It turns out that you can see the sea from here."

The azure sea sits at the corner of the city, the steel buildings in the port are open, and the moored ships come in and out.

She tried to look out to the sea.

Like a person's eyes.

The forehead, the tip of the nose, and the cheeks are tightly pressed against the glass, and the wind from the periphery of the high-rise building brushes past, causing a weak resonance.

Wanyin Kaya should look like a country bumpkin who has never seen the world, but because of the pure surprise in her eyes - when she heard the sound of the door opening, she turned her head to look at Mr. Dazai.

He also inadvertently caught a glimpse of this piece of enthusiasm like the scorching sun.

Suddenly felt a sting.

A person who knows the world is not ideal, but has expectations, will never go under the sun.

Osamu Dazai hung his clothes at the entrance, stepped on the floor of the room with bare feet, and walked towards the girl who was lying on the window, almost merging with the window.

As he walked, he tore things off of himself.

Things like ties, brooches, gloves, and the bandages you just wrapped around your wrists today.

Wan Yinjiaye saw that the other party put the food on the dining table, but he didn't notice this person's intention to come over at all.

She didn't pay attention, so she didn't care. Compared with these, she wanted to see what Mr. Dazai said he wanted her to eat.

Wearing the clothes she bought yesterday, the brunette girl trotted away from Mr. Dazai's route, buried them in a plastic bag, and took them out one by one.

She read the words on the package: "Strawberry jam, butter, bread, ba... bacon?"

She knew it was food, so she opened the bread and took a piece out and bit it into her mouth.

"Hahaha, do you like it?"

The young man spread his body apart, concealing his original intentions, and nestled himself into his single sofa, his long arms and legs were well gathered together, Mr. Dazai felt the burning in his stomach, but for this kind of The subtle pain is not annoying, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is enjoyable.

"Ah, this is a rice ball, I know this."

Continue to pick and pull plastic bags, like a child looking for a treasure that has been bought by an adult in the sand.

"Ah, that's okay too."

The dark-haired young man said lazily.

His body was weak and boneless. When Wanyin Jiaye opened the plastic bag and looked at him, he found that this person was completely sticking his body to the surface of the sofa. Due to the length of the sofa, Mr. Dazai The head can only hang in the air.

Even if he is suspended, he is different from ordinary people.

"Your head will be congested like this, and you will have a headache after a while." Wan Yinjiaye came to this conclusion.

The young man's head seemed to be separated from his neck, hanging straight on the ground at a right angle, and his soft hair was also hanging down due to gravity.

Expose the Adam's apple of an adult male.

Maybe it's because of the thinness, obviously.

"Headache...?"

The 19-year-old boy seems to be very interested in the sea with glass windows, because even in that weird posture—a posture that normal people would not feel comfortable at all, the tips of his eyes are still firmly fixed Lock that piece.

Wanyin Jiaye was lying there just now.

"Is the sea beautiful?" he asked.

Unknowingly, the person with the bread in his mouth and the supermarket rice ball in his hand, exuding the aroma of oil and rice noodles sat secretly on the side of the single sofa.

She also looked at the sea.

"It's pretty, I used to be not close to the sea."

"So, are you happy?" He asked again.

The voice of the young male is a little low, which is different from the past.

Wanyin Jiaye glanced at him, stuffed the bread into his mouth, and chewed.

"Happy." She replied.

Osamu Dazai could hear the sound breaking through the twists and turns of the custard flour. As time went on, blood was indeed flowing into his eyes continuously, and the intracranial pressure increased dramatically.

"What a simple pleasure!"

As she said, pain is not nausea.

"People, when I was young..." He ignored his state and said something like this: "I feel so happy when I jump down from the three-story high steps. Now, I have to jump down from the ten-story high steps." Only by falling on the roof of the house can you get rid of your worries, don’t you think?”

"Uh……"

Sometimes there is a gap between people, not about age or personality, even if there are blood relatives in different situations, there will be different emotions.

At least for now, she doesn't quite understand.

"Isn't that dead?" she said.

"Yes, it is dead."

The young man didn't shy away from it, his black eyes turned to Miss Wan Yin, his eyes were like glass beads.

She knew he was like a feline with something elusive about him.

"That's not a one-and-done thing, let's live well, shall we?"

The young man heard her say this.

This should be something that can be said with confidence, to comfort others, but in this person's mouth, it has become cautious, and it has become an embarrassing request.

"It would be great if Miss Jia Ye would die in love with me."

"Come again."

"Hahahaha~~"

At the end of the frolicking, Miss Wan Yin stuffed the rice ball into the young man's mouth as the ending point.

She grabbed his hair and lifted this man from his single sofa. Considering that the other party hadn't eaten like herself, she subconsciously began to take care of him, so she stuffed something edible into the other party's mouth .

Dazai, who almost choked to death, swallowed the mouthful of rice, rubbed his hair, and finally sat upright on the sofa in a well-behaved manner.

"White teeth~" The young man let out a moan of unknown meaning.

Wanyin Jiaye raised one eyebrow: "Have a headache?"

"Hmm." The 19-year-old boy slid down from the sofa and sat on the ground with her, with his legs stretched out and curled up together.

He was a little too quiet, but Wan Yinjiaye could understand it if he thought about the cerebral congestion, "Go and lie down, it will be fine to rest."

As she said that, Miss Wan Yin swallowed the food in her hand two or three times, and propped up one leg to get up from the floor, but her leg was not completely upright, she had already turned around to go to the table to get other food , and was suddenly hugged by a pair of arms around the waist.

The young man's arms are very long, and can completely replace the waist of Ms. Wan Yin. Ordinary people could fall under the gravity of this adult man, but Miss Wan Yin subconsciously exerted force on his heels, preventing Osamu Dazai from succeeding.

He had no choice but to hang on the body of the other girl, and at some point his face changed into a hippie smile, and he said coquettishly: "No~ I want Miss Kaye to give me a touch~"

Wanyin Jiaye is more used to this boy who loves to act like a baby, she just pulled Dazai's hair without changing her expression, and smiled: "Press your head off~"

"Whoa! Indifference!"

"Humph!"

Human sensibility finally broke the cold air of this bachelor apartment in the past. Even the neighbors next door could occasionally hear the voices of men and women talking from next door.

Although the current Japanese have a very low tolerance for noise, they have always felt that the young man living next to them would have thought it was an empty house if they could not occasionally see people coming in and out.

Housewives sometimes get together and talk about the single handsome boy who lives in that apartment, but now, they think that the 'single' can be removed.

Such conversations occasionally occur in supermarkets in residential areas here:

"Ah, the kid upstairs who can smile and greet me with Mimi seems to have talked about a girlfriend and is living together."

"The one from Dazai's house? Young is good..."

"Yes, blah blah blah..."

It can be seen from this that even if Mr. Dazai can hide himself in the apartment and live like a dead person, he still greets those unfamiliar or well-meaning people outside.

Ms. Wan Yin has a deep experience of this.

She later took on the responsibility of cooking at home—that’s right, Miss Wan Yin made up her mind to take care of the cooking after she tasted Dazai’s dark dishes once—she also occasionally went to the supermarket to buy snacks or fruits and vegetables When you are doing things, you will meet people who say hello to you.

At the beginning, those aunts said "Xiao Zhi", but at the first time, Wanyin Jiaye didn't realize at all that this cute name like calling a small animal was her "savior", which was shown by the other party's chattering. Under the influence of goodwill, she was able to match the names of the two people.

One is someone she knows, who opens and closes his mouth full of tiger and wolf words, has an extremely negative attitude towards life, and has a little pain in his heart that must be swallowed to relieve pain; the other is a person who can smile and greet these housewives with a sweet mouth. He can coax people, and he has a label of 'cheerful and positive'.

No matter how you think about it, Miss Wan Yin is even more powerful if she can connect two people together.

Wanyin Kaye, who was walking back with a bag of snacks, looked at the sky of Yokohama, counting the intertwined wires and the birds above them that looked like little commas, only the sound of the wind could be heard quietly.

It seems that only on this part of the road, there is no chatter from others, and she can think about things alone.

For example, those things that seem to be deliberately ground in memory.

Speaking of which, what the hell is that?

It seems to be a very important thing, the level of importance is equivalent to the shaft belt between two gears, and it is also like a key to connect two completely different Mr. Dazai.

When she went back, she happened to see the black-haired young man who was lying on the sofa and didn't know what he was doing. She intentionally told him what she saw and heard in the supermarket, and even made fun of it for a while, but after she finished speaking, she was even more flabbergasted by the other party. Take it all in one stroke.

It's not even an exaggeration to say escape.

"Just talking normally," he explained.

When Osamu Dazai said these words, he stared at something in his hand, as if he was very tired, which more or less made Miss Wan Yin feel a little compassion.

It's like seeing an abandoned cat.

But soon, the 19-year-old broke free from that state, and showed Miss Wan Yin as if showing off something.

He is holding a bottle of nail polish.

"Let me paint Miss Kaye!!!"

A bottle of bright red, like blood.

"what is this?"

Oh yes, Miss Wan Yin doesn't know much about these new fashions yet!

The author has something to say:

There are metaphors!

The blue sea is blue eyes!

Red nail polish is red jerk!