[Comprehensive] History of the Fall of Man

In the night, someone slowly appeared in it. He wore a black coat, a black hat, dark red hair under the brim, and crystal blue eyes. Standing not far away, he fell to the ground in amazement. young brunette.

"Dazai, what are you doing here? Are you waiting for an enemy to pass by and kill you?" Nakahara Zhong also said with a sarcasm on his delicate face, "It's your stupid new way to commit suicide ?"

Layers of cold sweat emerged from his forehead, soaking his black hair, and finally turned into a deeper black, adsorbing on his cheeks.Osamu Dazai wanted to answer his colleague who was not on good terms with him with a smile as usual, but failed.

All the strength of the whole body is used to maintain breathing, which is shallow and weak, as if it will be cut off at any time.

Nakahara also sensed something was wrong, the leather shoes made a unique sound on the ground, stood still, then squatted in front of Dazai Osamu, lifted the black hair covering his forehead with his hands, to check his situation.

"Hello, hello."

In the twilight, it was so muddy that it was barely visible that the red hair and dark blue eyes made up all that Osamu Dazai saw, overlapping and chaotic in front of his eyes, and the ringing in his ears gradually became louder, separating him from the world.

Osamu Dazai lost consciousness.

Floating in the turbidity, struggling in the bottomless ocean.He is comfortable with this place, as long as he is not awake and does not open his eyes, otherwise he will drown here.

"I said, don't you think gold looks better?" When the sun's rays penetrated into the room, Osamu Dazai woke up, dazed as usual, then turned around and said to the people passing by the door after hearing footsteps, "Blonde hair And brighter."

"Huh? Am I a brat who wants to be noticed in the second stage of middle school? Or do you think my head is not conspicuous enough in the sniper's magnification lens?" The well-dressed Zhongyuan Zhongye stood at the door, obviously he could ignore it, but he did He stopped and said a few words.

"Get up and eat." After mentioning something casually, he quickened his pace and left the door.

Central Plains house?Osamu Dazai walked out of the room and looked around, looking at the unfamiliar place.After resting for an unknown amount of time, there was a feeling of deep exhaustion and weakness in his body, Osamu Dazai washed his face with cold water at the sink.

When he raised his head, he was taken aback, the person in the mirror showed his complete face for a long time, his skin was as pale as plaster, and Osamu Dazai lifted the last bit of hair that covered his cheeks.

The scar on the upper right half of the face has almost disappeared, and the hideous and strange appearance when it first appeared can be faintly glimpsed. Osamu Dazai raised his wrist and found that the marks on his hand were also disappearing soon.

New pajamas?Osamu Dazai thinks that the pattern on the cuffs can still prove the taste of his partner outside, although he has been wearing inexplicably erotic clothes and accessories.

"Thank you very much for my partner, I'm really worthy of Zhongyuan." Occasionally, the person who was helped would say a few words that were not so confrontational. Osamu Dazai took a few steps and fell into the sofa that was on par with the bed, "Mr. Zhongyuan, Where's the food?"

"There are ready-made ingredients in the refrigerator, so I can make them myself." Zhongya Nakahara continued his work without looking up.

It took what little sympathy he had to bring the man back a few days ago, and the sudden increase in workload caused by the absence of the man in front of him for a few days later exhausted his little patience.

"...I will starve to death." Osamu Dazai buried his head in the sofa and said sullenly, "If I die, there will be no end to the increased work of Nakahara."

"Then work hard for me while you're alive!" Nakahara Chuya gritted his teeth, trying to suppress the anger surging in his heart, and finally grabbed the goblet on one side, drank the red wine and stood up.

Osamu Dazai lying on the sofa remained motionless, shielding himself from external perception.

The relationship between Chuya Nakahara and Osamu Dazai is very strange. They are acquaintances who know everything but can't get along quietly?You can probably know what kind of person the other party is, or be very familiar with the other party's behavior, so that you can be a good partner with peace of mind.

But the reality is not very familiar, because of Dazai Osamu's twists, and Nakahara Chuya, who also became twisted under Dazai Osamu's twists.

With a little bit of camaraderie, probably.

Nakahara also knows Osamu Dazai so well, because Osamu Dazai can be easily understood from a distance.

Osamu Dazai knows Nakahara Chuya so well, he just needs to put people he knows into the character represented by the name Nakahara Chuya.

Should it be 80.00% Xiaojing + 5.00% Teijin + [-]% Misaki?No, Misaki should be more involved, and Nakahara doesn't seem to get along well with women. Could Xiaojing be too much?

These thoughts flashed through Osamu Dazai's mind chaotically, and finally he put them away, forget it, anyway, to understand is to understand.

Escaped from the sofa with a side face and breathed quietly for a while, the smell of food wafted from the tip of his nose.

Zhong Yuanzhong also walked out of the kitchen and brought the prepared food from the kitchen counter to the table.

As soon as he entered Zhongye's house in Zhongyuan, he was not short of money and enjoyed life very much. The kitchen is open, and people busy in the kitchen can be seen clearly from the sofa.

Of course Osamu Dazai would not be the one who saw clearly, he sat on the dining chair, looked at the person sitting opposite and sighed: "Golden..."

The image of the person in front of him overlapped for a moment with the person who cooked for him in his previous life. Osamu Dazai's sense of him suddenly improved a lot. Could there be some more ministers in Nakahara Chuya?

Totally unexpected combination.

Nakahara also heard Osamu Dazai's sigh and frowned, "You should go and make this suggestion to that kid who wants to stick to you." Form the dazzling Mafia Suicide Squad.

"This kind of talk is for people who won't listen." Osamu Dazai poked at the grilled fish on the plate.

"It's not that I don't know how to obey." Nakahara Chuya said, and he smiled violently when Osamu Dazai's eyes were attracted to him, "I don't want to listen to you."

With a clear sound, the chopsticks directly pierced the grilled fish and hit the porcelain plate, "I'm so annoying, you can't even stop your mouth with food."

After a roar, the house returned to the previous silence. Not far away, the people who were eating at the same table became quiet, even unbelievably quiet, chewing their food expressionlessly with their eyes downcast.

Zhong Yuanzhong, who thought they would be fired back, and the two would have a verbal battle, was also suppressed out of breath.The two who don't rely on mocking each other to get along with each other can't get along, and Nakahara is not used to Dazai Osamu's sudden harmlessness.

The silence on the other side turned into an invisible force that made Nakahara Chuya feel physically and mentally heavy.

Osamu Dazai, who was wandering in the sky while eating the slightly salty fish, suddenly heard the voice of the opposite person, "I have here... and a new bandage..."

Osamu Dazai, who had let go of his thoughts, paused for a while before he realized the hidden meaning in the words, "That's great, I'm really not used to not having a bandage."

"I'm not used to it either." Zhong Yuanzhong also whispered, shutting his mouth and stopping this meaningless conversation.

The food he ate seemed to be quickly transformed into strength. Osamu Dazai's expression was much better than the lifeless one he had just woken up, and he sat cross-legged on the ground and rolled the bandages layer by layer on his hands.

The long bandage had emotion in his hand, and it stuck to the skin softly and obediently, covering the exposed skin and scars.

Zhong Yuan Zhong also stood not far away and quietly watched the boy gradually change into a more familiar appearance to him, and the traces that surprised him at the beginning also disappeared in the boring entanglement.

The author has something to say:

感谢在2020-05-2603:13:39~2020-06-2402:51:08期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 2 fruit oranges;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

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