【Taizhong】Forbidden Love

Osamu Dazai hung up the phone, he lightly supported his forehead, his bony and slender hands blocked his slightly lowered eyes, no one knew what kind of waves were hidden under the calm and deep iris sea.Before calling Zhongya to inquire about the situation, he had arranged for Guangjin to deal with the information left by Hasegawa and to keep an eye on the movements of the overseas concession. They have been dissatisfied with the port mafia for a long time. Those people failed to achieve their goals this time. It's easy to let it go, but there shouldn't be any action recently.In terms of funds and weapons, he has already contacted a new trader to take Hasegawa's position, so as long as the organization obtains all sea power according to the previous plan in the next six months, there will be no problem.What is giving him a headache now is not this, but the phone call just now.

Doctors seem to be lying.This conclusion can be drawn from various indications.

It's just...he hoped it wasn't what he thought, at least it would save a lot of trouble.It's not far from the expected day, and it's better not to have extra problems in the middle.

He turned on the screen of the phone again, and slowly slid his index finger on the interface of the correspondent.He still didn't make that call in the end.Instinct makes Dazai refuse to worry about unimportant things, yes, as long as there are no problems in his work, then he can leave the rest to Zhong himself to solve.He has always reassured him, but sometimes he also feels conflicted. There is no doubt that Chuya is what he hates the most, but he has to admit the fact that Chuya is also the one he trusts the most.And he knew very well that the other party was the same, hating him while protecting him.Very contradictory, right?In fact, they are full of contradictions, needing each other and being independent from each other at the same time.However, if it also gets in the way of his plans... I hope it won't.

Just like Dazai is very sure, Chuya will definitely remember to take the contraceptive pill that day.He believes that Zhong also doesn't want to bring a burden even more than he does.

He was going to die soon, which was another thing he was sure of.

It has been four years, and it must not fall short.

When Osamu Dazai walked out of the Mafia building and got into the black car, he found that it was drizzling outside, which seemed to smell like cherry blossoms. It must be because of his nose problem, because there are no cherry blossoms planted here at all.But he was almost on the verge of forgetting that it was already spring.

He closed his eyes in the car to calm his mind. In the past, he would usually be thinking about the things he hadn't done during the day, but today was a little different. Osamu Dazai allowed his brain to be empty for a while.

Zhong should have been home a long time ago, the little dwarf was not feeling well and injured today, so he must have not eaten dinner.

Wrong, wrong, why do you start thinking right when your mind is empty?I'm going to be lazy if I finally steal it, so think of something else?

Just being alive is tiring enough, and you have to think about the people you hate.

Ah, in another world, he was still in Hong Kong and Heibei, but he complained to Oda all day long.For example, the little dwarf went crazy when he was drunk, and later asked him to clean up the mess.Even after he defected, he couldn't get rid of it.

Eh?

The last time Chuya had a drink was... About a few months ago, he saw Zhongya take out his own red wine.

So when was the last time he got drunk...?

Three years ago or four years ago?

No, it seems that since he became the leader, he has never seen him drunk again.

Suddenly he opened his eyes.

In fact, more than this, there are many other things that have changed, but when it happens, people don't always feel it, so time goes by, and the changes accumulate little by little, and finally they become completely different.

It was already dark when we got home, the lights in the living room were turned off, and there was a faint but pleasant smell in the house, like a white orchid blooming in summer, and Osamu Dazai knew that it was the smell of Nakahara Nakaya pheromones.He turned on the light, took off his coat, and saw that the man was curled up on the sofa in the hall, his eyes closed as if he had fallen asleep.He has seldom, very rarely seen Zhong Yuan as defenseless as he is now, his outline is so soft and quiet that it is unbelievable, contrary to his usual appearance, he is very obedient.The bandage wrapped around Zhong Yuan's left hand was not clean, and there were traces of dried blood. He lightly touched Zhong Yuan's wrist with his fingers, and then pressed the back of his hand to Zhong Yuan's forehead. The temperature was a little high, and he might have a low-grade fever.He sighed.

It was just out of pity, Dazai Osamu thought so.Anyway, it's my dog, so I can't ignore it completely.He thinks so every time.It seems that you must give yourself a legitimate reason before you can do something for the Central Plains with peace of mind.

He found the first aid kit at home, opened it and checked, everything he needed was inside.He squatted down, held up Zhong Yuan's left hand helplessly, completely removed the bandage, and disinfected it again. Fortunately, the wound was not deep, and the bleeding stopped long ago. Finally, he wrapped a new bandage with ease.There should be other wounds on Chuuya's body, and the doctor should have taken care of them.Osamu Dazai picked up an alcohol cotton ball and wiped it repeatedly on Zhongyuan's neck. He heard that it could help reduce the fever, but he didn't know if it would work.His fingers paused slightly when they passed a certain position on the back of the neck, and the skin in that area seemed to be burning hot, although Dazai knew that it was just his illusion.At that time, he bit the gland at the back of Nakaya's neck, and Nakaya made a whimpering sound like a small animal, and then he looked into those blue eyes as if through a layer of watery mist.He saw himself in Zhongye's eyes, looking extremely emotional.

But Osamu Dazai knew in his heart that he would never fall in love with anyone, even facing the Central Plains.

The movement of his hands stopped suddenly, because the lying person stretched out his right hand, and his slender fingers grabbed his wrist, and Zhongya's eyes had already opened at some point, thanks to the clearness The cool blue, his eyes are always clean.

Nakahara turned his head slightly to the left, his broken hair was a little messy, he raised his eyelids and looked at Osamu Dazai.

"What are you doing?" His voice was slightly hoarse.

"Chuya, I seriously suspect that your eyes were also injured today, right?" Osamu Dazai pulled out his hand, "I just re-bandaged the injury on your hand, if you don't want your low-grade fever to turn into a high-grade fever, you'd better avoid it today." bath."

"Go away. You still need to remind me of this kind of truth??"

Sure enough, he shouldn't have talked to this person, and he got angry when he said it. When he opened his eyes, Zhong Yuan was still not sober, but he thought that the bastard looked down and looked very gentle.Maybe it really hurt the eyes.

Appearance can always be deceiving. Dazai Osamu's beautiful eyebrows and eyes reveal warmth. In fact, indifference and alienation are colder than anything else. It is like a layer of sugar-coated air. The surface feels sweet, but the inside is empty.

"Chuya," Osamu Dazai frowned suddenly, "You..."

His face moved closer to Zhongyuan, causing the latter to back away vigorously, but the sofa under his head made him nowhere to retreat, "Hey, hey, what are you doing?"

The distance was too close, and Nakahara Nakaya was forced to see Dazai Osamu's slightly narrowed kite eyes that were not covered by the bandage. The familiar smell of Alpha surrounded him vaguely, and for some reason, his breath missed a beat.

"Well, no matter how many times you try, teasing slugs is still so interesting." Osamu Dazai pouted.

Nakahara Chuya slapped Osamu Dazai's face with a slap, opened the distance between the two, and sat up by himself.

"Get out of my way!"

"Oh, it's too ruthless. I cleaned up the wound for Zhongya just now."

"Asshole, who did I owe my injuries to?!"

"Oh, thanks to that Hasegawa, Chuya, don't you remember?" Osamu Dazai threw away the dried alcohol cotton ball in his hand, sat next to Zhongyuan, and said with regret, " No way, the memory of the top cadre of our port mafia is as small as his height."

"Too lazy to talk to you guy," he leaned on the sofa and adjusted to a more serious tone, "Today's matter—"

"The details have been handed over to Hirotsu, at least it should be quiet for a while recently." Osamu Dazai rested his head on the back of the sofa with his hands on his head, he turned his head, and the two faced each other, "Compared to this,"

"What?" Zhong Yuan asked nonchalantly.

"It's nothing." Osamu Dazai curled the corner of his mouth silently, and looked at Nakahara with a faint smile, "Speaking of which, I called Dr. Suzuki in the afternoon."

Hearing this name, Zhong Yuan's nerves tensed instantly. The person called Suzuki was the mafia's personal doctor who diagnosed him today.

"What are you calling him for?" Zhong Yuan asked nonchalantly.

"Of course I care about your situation."

"Tch, ghost letter."

"Aren't you curious what he told me?"

Nakahara Chuya raised his lips, "I don't know why, even if you ask, it's just that he bandaged my wound and I have gastritis."

bingo.

"What? Are you disappointed that you didn't hear that I was seriously injured or terminally ill?"

Nakahara has never been afraid of Dazai Osamu's scrutinizing eyes.At least for now, he does not intend to confess this news to Osamu Dazai.

The two of them, there is nothing that must be confessed, and there is nothing that must not be explained.The secrets that Osamu Dazai hid when facing him seemed to be a basket of baskets.

Even if he is the leader, he is the person he swore to protect, the person who has rolled in bed with him countless times, the Alpha with absolute pheromone suppression who gave him a temporary mark, and the child in his womb. Father, even so, Dazai has no right to force him to do what he doesn't want to do, to force him to say what he doesn't want to say.

"Of course not, Chuya is my most capable subordinate, without Chuya, who will do my hard work?" Osamu Dazai accepts it when he sees it, "Hey, forget it, I just asked casually, I hope, you Your body is really healthy." He bit the last few words a little harder.

Only ghosts believe that you are asking casually, Zhong Yuan said in his heart.

"Thanks to you, I must live longer than you." He got up, "I'm going to cook."

"Speaking of which," Nakahara stopped in his tracks, "When I lowered my head and approached you just now, were you expecting anything?" Dazai Osamu was still looking in the direction of Nakahara.

"Chuya, what are you expecting?"

It's just that Zhongyuan no longer looked back at Dazai's face without warmth.He sneered and turned his head a little bit. Looking from behind, he showed a little bit of ice sculpture-like side face, and spit out the same words without the slightest warmth, "No."

"I never expected anything, Dazai."

Then he went straight to the kitchen.

The expression on the face of the man sitting on the sofa finally completely relaxed, and he pinched the bridge of his nose with his slender fingers.

He thought to himself, after seven years of acquaintance and companionship, they should also be clear.

Osamu Dazai's heart is barren, and flowers that will never bear fruit will never be planted.