[Wen Ye] After the failed marriage proposal, I passed through

(Try to write the third person. If you are not suitable, please leave a message and let me know~)

Dazai was injured when he jumped into the river today because the river was too shallow, and now he is slumped on the sofa, matching his black clothes like a large garbage bag salvaged from the river——

Forget it, after all, it was my lover (when I was a child) Mo Zhi sighed and sat next to him, resigned to his fate, cut his wrist to activate his ability, and realized that he sighed more often recently.

Because of……

Did I bring my feelings for Dazai to him?

Comparing him with Dazai's standards in his 20s, the expectations are too high, and he still hasn't completely dispelled his defenses, so it's impossible to get along as well as Dazai...

Miss Mo Zhi, who took all the faults on herself, reflected for a few words before quickly reacting and focusing on the treatment.

Fortunately, the side effect of peeping into the heart for three seconds doesn't happen every time, otherwise...Frequently entering other people's hearts regardless of their own unclear wishes to accept all things that they don't want to know...Ms. Mo Zhi feels that she will be distorted sooner or later.

Blood threads entangle the wound, roses melt into the heart

Soft and warm like a hug just wrapped him up.

The song of the nightingale is like passing through the jungle and the sea of ​​flowers, carrying the remaining warmth of the pine resin melted by the sun, and the imperceptible fragrance that comes out when the flowers are still shyly beating their bones.

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If she uses this song to charm, no one will be able to resist it.

A person with a rare healing ability... Dazai moved the injured part. Although he has been healed more than once, he has the ability to completely heal the wound within 5 minutes and has no side effects——

Would anyone really be reluctant to take advantage of it?

There was darkness in the depths of his dove-coloured eyes.

The sudden appearance of the enigmatic girl is rare. She has a certain attack power and camouflage ability. The smile on her face is gentle and harmless...

Dazai looked at the girl who was drying clothes on the balcony.

Standing in the sun, she looked back as if she had noticed something, and the gaze cast by Osamu Dazai was scalded, and she quickly retracted, pretending to be seriously thinking about life.

Mo Zhi opened her mouth as if restricted by the rules of the world. As long as she has a little bit of confession that she came from time travel or information about another world, she can't make a sound.

It seems that I can't explain it.

So how can I go back... I have no idea at all...

She was slightly distressed.

There are only three months left before the appearance of "myself".

This world...can tolerate two "Mozhi"?

People are always afraid of the unknown.

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Osamu Dazai sneaked over to be lazy while taking advantage of his injury while he was halfway through the task.Oda Saku and the children happened to be away from home, only Sakule was left obediently watching TV. Mo Zhi healed his wound and then went to help the uncle downstairs. The uncle smiled and praised her for learning quickly up.

She was a little embarrassed to boast that she kept saying that she was still far behind~

Dazai looked down at this warm scene and felt bored.

—What's so interesting?

—Go back to interrogate the enemy?

——No, that's actually not interesting.

"Mozhijiang~~~" He elongated the ending and called her name as if he was humming some kind of ditty, "Can you do me a favor?"

"Huh?" Mo Zhi looked up at him, he was holding an apple in his hand, the delicate pink against his overly pale fingers was like a dying girl's cheeks suddenly flushed.

"Really, really important thing!" He smiled and called her up, "I really want to eat peeled apples, but I can't peel them~"

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"Wow, this fruit knife is really beautiful and sharp! Since it can peel off the apple skin so easily, it must be very useful for cutting wrists!"

"Mo Zhijiang's fingers are also very beautiful! Such slender and white fingers...if they were used to strangle me...how would it be—"

"Ugh-"

Mo Zhi stuffed a whole peeled apple into his mouth to stop the mouth that was chattering because he was too bored.

——The world is clean.

"...this apple is not sweet."

Osamu Dazai commented after chewing two bites.

"The kitchen also has the pudding I made this morning. According to your taste, it should be quite sweet. Dazai-san, would you like to serve this with apples?"

Her thoughtful proposal.

"There's no need to waste pudding." He replied while throwing the apple into the trash can. "A sweet pudding with a non-sweet apple won't turn sweet, just throw away the worthless things~"

"Yosh! Now I'm off to enjoy the pudding!"

He circled and floated into the kitchen.

"..."

Forcing a "value" for everything is a worthless thing in itself, right?

Even though she couldn't agree with Dazai's approach, she still chose to be tolerant.

He is still immature and will grow.

Each stage has its own unique ideas.

She doesn't try to force him or change his mind, she just watches him quietly and gives him a hug when he needs it.

No matter how embarrassed he is outside, how proud, cruel, compassionate, depressed, happy, accomplishing nothing, or surrounded by flowers, she can hug him without any grievances.

But this kind of her also grew up after spending so much time with Dazai.

When a boy grows up, she grows up at the same time.

23-year-old Dazai and 21-year-old Mo Zhi are lovers.

Dazai will meet 16-year-old Mozhi.

She is very stubborn in a way.

such as--

"Bang! Crash—"

"Wow--"

The noise from the kitchen forced her back from her thoughts.

"What's wrong Dazai?"

"Miss, Miss~" He poked his head out of the kitchen with a smile on his face and was in a good mood, holding Broken Porcelain's hand and waved at her, successfully changing her expression.

"This pudding bowl is so cute! Makes me want to try cutting my wrists with it~"

Mo Zhi almost flew to him in two steps, reaching out to take his other hand under his surprised gaze.

Fortunately it was not cut off.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

The Dazai next to her seemed docile and let her examine the wound, his eyes were dark red without any organic substance, but Mo Zhi just blinked his eyes and looked again, and they were the color of doves again.

What is he thinking?

She was still a little curious.

At this moment, the words of that Akutagawa-kun appeared in her mind at the right time——

Anyone who tries to speculate on Dazai will be trapped in the maze of thinking.

She tidied up the broken bowls in the kitchen and nodded approvingly.

But why should she speculate on him?

Even if he is not his lover now, he will tolerate him.

Just enough love has no secrets to hide.

Mozhi passed by the balcony and Dazai was seriously trying to get the curtain rope to hang himself——

She doesn't look sideways.

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Well, she compromised and persuaded Dazai to come down with good words, and Saku Le came over and pulled her clothes, "Sister Mo Zhi...I'm sleepy~"

"Then Sakule can go to sleep for a while and don't forget dinner."

Mo Zhi held her hand and thought about it, but it wasn't satisfying, and then kissed her cheek lightly.

"Have a good dream."

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Turning around, Dazai was trying to hang himself by stuffing himself into the washing machine...

Should it be worthy of being Dazai?

Mo Zhi pulled him out, put a towel on his wet face and rubbed it casually, "Be good, Dazai?"

...Ai, Ai used that familiar tone with this Dazai...

Forget it, there is no need to hide in front of Dazai, she will fall off sooner or later.

"But I'm bored." He muffled through a layer of towels, "I'm going to become a salted fish on the beach."

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Will it be too sweet?

Is it not like black mud slaughter?

What is your impression of the heroine?

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After watching the eleventh episode of the third season today, I really feel that I love Dazai more. There is a barrage saying that seeing Mr. Dazai can make people feel at ease——

I want Dazai to feel at ease whenever he sees someone.