Double Black Melaleuca Routine

Zhong also unfolded his new clothes and took a look.Although the style is men's clothing, it is a kimono with cat patterns painted on it. The overall look is more childlike and cute. "Is this for children?"

"People who still wear strawberry fat times have no right to hate cats." Dazai complained, "Besides, it's a beckoning cat. The locals respect cats very much. The only size you can wear is children's cats."

"People who wear crabs and fat clothes have no right to despise strawberries!" First, he dissed his partner, and Chuya remembered that after entering this town, he saw cat patterns in every way, even the guest rooms of the hotel had cats of various shapes. "Fart children's clothes, the people here are so short!" When they entered the town, the 1.8-meter-one Dazai stood out from the crowd, even at 1.6 meters, he was considered top-notch!

"This is heaven for Chuya." Dazai danced wildly in the minefield, "Why don't you go back at all, how about calling 'King' here? The dwarf kingdom of dwarves."

Zhong also rolled Goubi's partner's very spiritual eyes, and snorted coldly, "Is there something wrong with giving up hundreds of billions of property and starting from scratch here?"

"When your body recovers, it's more than a hundred billion to seize a city and directly sit on the world." Dazai talked nonsense with him, and helped the dwarves who are considered top-notch here to dress, "There are still gods in this world, You directly kill a high-ranking person, surpass the mortals, and then recruit a group of believers to do their best."

Chuya said unforgivingly, "Gods have witches, so you will be a 'priestess' for me?"

"Okay. If you say you want it, I'll do it!" Dazai's coquettish words started at eighty paces, "I'll find time to learn how to dance Kagura dance, and I will serve you well." At this time, the clothes were put on, and he picked up the clothes again. A red shawl with a plush collar was put on by Rage God, "Are you ready to go? My God."

Zhong Ye's heart skipped a beat when he heard those words.

Dazai had already squatted down, his mind hadn't realized what the inexplicable emotion that suddenly rose in his heart just now was, his body had already clung to it habitually.Dazai's figure looked slender and thin, but his shoulders and back were unexpectedly generous, and he was very stable when lying on them.I can feel the body temperature transmitted by the body, and I can feel the strong pulse even when the tentacles are placed on the neck, and an unknown feeling arises in my heart.

He didn't know, it was reassuring.

The inexplicable emotion in his heart made Chuya instinctively feel bad, he changed the subject: "Aren't you cold in wearing so little?" Dazai only wore a single shirt, with the luminous haori that ordinary people can't see outside.This haori is said to be woven with the 'lifeline' extracted from plants, and there is not even a single seam in the whole. "This haori has the function of keeping warm?"

"Haori can only make me visible, I am still a ghost in essence."

Ghosts are not afraid of cold and heat.

The inexplicable but warm emotion in his heart was instantly replaced by icy coldness, and Chuya remained silent, but his hands did not leave his neck where he could feel the pulsation.

They lived in the room on the second floor last night. The wooden floor creaked when they stepped on it. People gathered in the lobby to rest. The eyes of the guests who had no money or were reluctant to open a room alone to make ends meet were instantly attracted by them.A large hearth was opened in the center of the hall, and those people gathered around the fire to keep warm.When the two passed by, there was no need to speak, someone took the initiative to give up a vacant seat.

"Thank you."

After Dazai thanked him, he imitated the people around him and sat down cross-legged on the floor.Chuya's limbs were weak, and his spine was weak. He couldn't sit still alone, so he leaned on one of his shoulders to stabilize his body.After the dwarf settled down, he unwrapped the long package he had brought back last night.

Is to put the shamisen.

You can tell it is a local product at first glance. There is a relief of a cat on the head of the violin, and a very spiritual cat is also painted on the body of the violin.Using the plectrum to slide the strings to pull out a quiet and pure tone, the surrounding conversations and whispers also completely quieted down with this sound.

His posture seemed to be about to play, and the eyes that had been scrutinizing him just now were gathered upright.Most of the people present here are men, and when they glanced at Dazai, they only felt that they were so imposing, at most, they were jealous in their hearts, and there was no other feeling.Most people's eyes are attracted by Chuya, who is very exotic, but Chuya's appearance is beautiful, and he is very aggressive. People who meet his eyes lower their heads and dare not take a second look presumptuously. His eyes were on his fair skin and glistening hands and the red cape that was eye-catching and expensive.

Tune the strings and start playing.

Chuya felt very familiar when he heard the sound of the piano, and then remembered that this tune was the same as the old man who played the shamisen every day in the other world park.

Dazai is a genius.

Genius in every sense of the word.

When the two of them first joined Hong Kong and Heilongjiang at the age of 15, in addition to arranging very mafia courses, Sen also had ordinary courses.There are also music classes outside the culture class.It's just that the teacher taught him not long after teaching.Dazai learns quickly, or in other words, he has a strong ability to imitate.He can forcibly record the teacher's fingering, rhythm and finger strength when playing with his brain alone, and then reproduce it perfectly.The teacher who taught music in private only sighed that there was no emotion in his music, but purely showing off his skills.

But this show of skill is enough to bluff the civilians living at the bottom around them.

At a certain drum beat in the prelude, even though there was no rehearsal in advance, the tacit understanding between the two blacks naturally inserted singing at that moment.Now he is out of breath and can't sing rock or anything, he sings a folk song that he doesn't know where he heard it.I forgot the lyrics in the middle, but the people here don't know the original words, so he made up new words and sang randomly without changing his expression.

The middle voice has a wide range, the treble can go up, the bass can go down, and the alto is no problem.Singing rock and roll can make people's blood boil and adrenal hormones soar and cheer them up. Singing this melodious and soothing tune can also heal the wrinkles of the soul.When the music teacher resigned back then, he regretted that with his talent, he would definitely stand at the top of the pyramid in the music circle, but it was a pity that he became a mafia with no "future".

One song finished.

Applause is not popular here, but there are sincere applause.

I don't know who took the lead to put a "reward" copper coin in front of the two of them, and the surrounding people started to give rewards one after another.Some of them were really hard-pressed and couldn't afford it, so they silently lowered their heads and left the front seats to let the people behind who were attracted by the singing come forward.

Very little money.

According to the purchase rate here, I can't afford a bottle of the cheapest red wine in his wine cabinet that has no collection value and is just a daily drink. Zhong Ye picked up one of them and held it in his hand, feeling a heavy sense of satisfaction in his heart.As the sound of the shamisen played again, the singing this time was much more serious than the original attitude of having fun.I didn't deliberately pay attention to the key of the original song, and sang along with Dazai's piano.After singing the folk songs in my memory, I switched to English songs, and even sang the poem "Wen Hao Zhong Ye" according to my heart.

After singing a few songs, the proprietress brought tea to moisten his throat.The taste of Zhongye's sip is much better than the low-quality tea that can only quench thirst at the tea stall, and it is also more mellow than the taste that the hotel entertained them last night.It is probably a good tea from a private collection, and honey is added, which is very good to moisten the dry throat.

He guessed right.

The proprietress did open a good tea that she was reluctant to drink more. First, she thanked the good music, and second, she thanked the beautiful music for attracting many guests.

Nakaya's hands were dull, and Dazai was carrying the teacup to feed him.After all, I can't control the rhythm when I drink it by myself. If I accidentally drink it too fast, it will spill out of my lips.Feeling that the tea was about to slip down his chin, Nakaya raised his hand to wipe it off. If the tea stains stained the clothes, it would be very difficult to wash. There is no washing machine here, so it is very troublesome to wash by hand.Besides, they are very poor now and cannot afford the luxury of changing every day.

Just as he was about to raise his hand, another faster hand reached over and wiped the tea from his lips naturally.There are sometimes calluses left by guns on the fingertips, and the slightly rough touch across the soft lips is like rippling strings, pulling out a series of ripples in my heart.

It was that feeling again.

It was like scratching my heart with a feather, it was a little itchy, and other warm emotions came to my heart.

In the past, he would handle such trivial matters by himself.Relying on others for everything recently, some small things that have been ignored have begun to magnify at this time.In the past, when the dog was kind enough to pour tea with his partner, he would add ingredients in it and pass it to him who was busy and didn't care to pay attention to the outside world.Thinking about it this way, all the neglected details of coming to this world emerged.And as I think about it more and more, some memories that have been neglected for a long time began to become clear.

Rarely sick, wake up with a large box of strawberries by the bed.The desired limited edition is gone, and there will be a coincidence that a customer will suddenly charge back the order, and the lucky number seems to be a bit too much.Quests that were obviously not in one place came all the way to 'taunt' him, and in the end some tricky tasks were naturally solved easily.

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"She's not feeling well, so I'll be here first." Dazai put away the shamisen and apologized to the audience, and many audiences who were attracted to the crowd also thoughtfully expressed that it was okay. "Chuya, it's time for us to go." The worms around had begun to gather in large numbers, and they wanted to change places.Many of the insect species that the insect master explained carry a mild 'virus', and people who stay here will get sick for no reason.

Chuuya was still immersed in the memory and didn't come back to his senses, but his body instinctively cooperated with his partner's movements and lay on his back.When passing by the front desk, Dazai used tipping to save enough money in his name for the proprietress to supply everyone in the hall with a sip of hot tea, and soon there was a voice of gratitude behind him.

"Sister Diva is really kind."

"It's also beautiful."

"That song is so beautiful, I remembered..."

When Dazai carried him to the door of the hotel and was about to open the door, the hood behind the cloak was pulled up and buckled over his head, and by the way, his face was buried in his neck so that he couldn't see the outside.When I went out, the sound of wind and snow rang in my ears. If I didn't do those small actions just now, I would be hit by the cold wind and snow when I went out.

Chuuya was even more confused.

Shouldn't.

It shouldn't be like this.

The relationship between them should be...it should be, all of a sudden, there is no way to define exactly what the relationship between them is.

hate each other?There is a feeling of disgust, and sometimes the hatred escalates and the killing intent in each other's eyes is real.There was a battle where he was floating in the sky, and Dazai shot him from a tricky angle below. Although the intention was to provide him with 'ammunition', if he didn't find this attack, he would have been shot and died. .There are more than one or two similar incidents like this, which are filled in almost every mission of the double black combination. Every time they fight the enemy, they have to be distracted to pay attention to the pit dug by Goubi's partner.

Do you care about each other?Worrying about each other is also true.He would be worried when Dazai was injured, he can open up dirty things without any scruples. In addition to trust, in turn, it is also Dazai's attention to him.In addition to digging pits to prank each other, it seems to be reflected in many small things.The strawberry that came out silently when he was sick, Goubi's partner was sick and tossed him to take care of him, and finally he took care of him until he recovered from his illness.

like each other

!!!

"What's the matter, Chuya?" The dwarf's nails were already digging into his flesh, and it didn't hurt to pinch his hand, but this small movement felt like a coquettish act.

As if someone forgot to lock the door to peek at the book and suddenly someone came in, Zhong was also startled, a little guilty about the 'shocking' thought just popped up in his mind, said in a muffled voice: "It's okay." He stretched out his hand and pulled the hood I buried my face in it, vetoing in my heart, but my mind was thinking wildly uncontrollably.

That's fine, just act like a spoiled child.

It was only 1.6 meters but weighed 120 jins of gravity, so it slipped a little, and Dazai dragged his buttocks up.This small action was nothing before, but now that the sensitive radar of my mind is fully open, I can instantly discover the small details that I had overlooked in the past.Is the frequency of sliding down and pushing up too high?It comes almost every once in a while, even if he is a bit heavy, it is considered too much imagination, but it is definitely not an illusion that the hands on the buttocks will take the opportunity to pinch while lifting!

Chuya: "!!!"

Why pinch his ass?

As soon as this idea was opened, a lot of neglected details were suddenly noticed.There are obviously better and more distanced solutions to some things, and Goubi's partner always seems to choose the intimate and ambiguous one. "Zhongye."

The head was patted.

As soon as Zhong Ye got his head stuffed with something, he subconsciously bit it, the taste was crispy and sweet, and then he heard the seller's voice, "There are no fresh lotus seeds on the market now, I'm delaying the exclusive secret recipe ..." In short, it is raising the price.

The seller blah blah blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.The other party's expression was still fixed on the philistine's smile, and he froze in shock because the biggest trump card was exposed, which seemed a bit distorted and funny.However, the boss reacted quickly and packed a large bag of lotus seeds to try to keep his mouth shut, just asking not to spread this 'exclusive secret recipe' locally.

Dazai took the things, but put down half of the money anyway.He hates being slaughtered like a fat sheep and teasing him.He casually stuffed the lotus seeds between the two of them and said: "It's time for lunch, eat a few to satisfy your hunger." Just now, he dragged the dwarf with one hand and slipped a little, and he retracted his hand and held it up again.

Zhong Ye: "..."

That's right.

Goubi's partner is just taking the opportunity to pinch his ass!