I still found the wrong target for the strategy today [Comprehensive]

Dazai said he wanted to sue, but Odasaku knew about it when he got home.

"I heard you met bad guys on the street?"

The sudden question had no warning, and Hanase, who was eating biscuits, was stunned for a moment. She raised her eyes to meet Odasaku's extremely serious gaze, forced her to swallow her saliva, and nodded obediently: "Yes."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Oda Saku frowned, "I don't remember what he looks like?"

"Um……"

"Don't remember at all?"

"Can not remember."

Hanase didn't dare to breathe, she silently held the biscuit and looked at the TV screen with some confusion.

"What happened the day you wore the red dress?" Oda Saku asked again depressed.

Hanase felt that she needed to explain: "Nothing happened, nothing at all."

Odasaku's expression still didn't soften much.

Hanase felt that Dazai's messy theory might have some truth: the accident and the complaint itself seemed to be unrelated.

Half a day later, Hanase went out, met Yin, and was dumbfounded by a single question.

"Hanase." Gin dressed like a man, with most of his face covered by a mask, and his voice was deliberately lowered, "Did you have any trouble with your brother?"

Hanase was at a loss: "...I haven't even talked to him recently."

There are only a handful of meetings, and it's hell to be able to fight through one-sided email communication with only punctuation marks.

Yin lowered his head and thought for a while, then asked solemnly, "Then why didn't you give brother some snacks on purpose?"

Hanase: "...huh?"

She thought for a while before picking out something related to "snack" from her recent behavior, and she was shocked immediately: "I didn't specifically refuse to give it to him."

"But Mr. Dazai and I both..." Yin's meaning was self-evident.

Hanase: "???"

Hanase: "Akutagawa doesn't eat sweets?"

Yin replied confusedly: "But Mr. Dazai doesn't seem to eat much either."

Hanase: "..."

So?

Is there any necessary connection between the two?

Why is the logic that happened around me recently full of things that she didn't think were connected?

Hanase calmly took a breath to calm down, and slowly probed: "Then I'll buy another copy for him?"

Yin shook his head now: "No, I'll give it to my brother, although he doesn't eat it either."

Hanase: "..."

look!

He just won't eat it!

"I think..." Yin suddenly suggested in a low voice, "Hanase, you can increase your communication with your brother a little bit."

Something flashed quickly in Hanase's mind. She really didn't know how to push the strategy recently. It is true that she was very optimistic about Akutagawa. Although she was abducted by Dazai casually halfway, she still believed that Akutagawa must be a figure in the center of the world. .

"Will it bother him?"

"It shouldn't be a little bit, right?" Yin's tone was also tinged with uncertainty, and then she calmed down and persuaded, "I accidentally saw my brother emailed you last time, and my brother was in a very mood all day long. Okay. It's Hanase, you responded to him, right?"

Obviously she was chasing someone, but Gin's tone sounded as if Akutagawa was waiting, using the word "response".

Hanase didn't think much, just nodded: "Well, I will reply to all the messages he sends."

Silver: "Punctuation marks too?"

Hanase: "No, I will talk about daily trivia every time."

The light-emitting punctuation marks look really weird, but Hanase is not sure which Akutagawa likes, so she only returns to the daily life that seems completely out of place at this time.

Yinzang's lips under the mask quietly curved: "I knew it, no wonder my brother's mood gets better every time."

"...?"

"Although I don't know where the limit is, but if possible, Hanase, it would be best if you could talk to your brother about ordinary things."

"Usual things...don't he find it annoying?"

Hanase never expected that she could take the normal route with Akutagawa, and she still thought about it for a long time.

Yin Wen said: "Brother should not bother you."

(does it really work?)

(Which frequency is better?)

Hanase sat in the open-air cafe, only arms away from the sunshine around her. She ordered an afternoon tea and didn't move.She held her head in distress, her eyelashes drooped long, and while she was sitting here, several people had come over to ask for their phone numbers.

"Excuse me, can I share a table?"

A young man wearing a white fluffy hat came to this table under the leadership of the waiter. For some reason, Hanase felt that this scene was very familiar, nodded slightly, and quietly moved her things back a little.

Wearing such a hat in this weather is indeed somewhat eye-catching, and it is too stuffy anyway.It is said to be a youth, but in fact that face can look younger, but it is easier to distinguish after the temperament of the body is settled.

Hanase looked away from his hat, and nodded apologetically again as a silent greeting.

"This lady seems to have been sitting for a long time, is there something bothering you?" The young man took the initiative to open the conversation.

Hanase didn't speak.

The young man lowered his head, admiring the surrounding scenery with an inexplicable smile.

He ordered black tea, and the aroma spread from the opposite side to the nose. Hanase looked at her cold coffee, and couldn't remember if anyone had ordered black tea just now. Why didn't she smell such a strong and delicious aroma? .

...Maybe it's too far away?

"The black tea here is very good." The young man responded politely when he saw her look.

Hanase felt that he was not as obtrusive as the person outside the pet shop that day, and moved her elbow, which was supporting the armrest of the chair, with pantothenic acid, she answered politely: "It smells very good, but unfortunately I don't know much about tea. "

The young man said inscrutably: "Sometimes whether you understand or not is not the most important thing. The state of mind here determines the quality of tea."

"Including the aroma of tea?"

The young man didn't seem to understand what she meant, so he said "huh?"

"For a layman like me, the aroma of tea determines my first opinion of it." Hanase smiled embarrassedly, and her eyes fell on the black tea in front of the young man. "For example, your cup, Even if I get close enough to smell the mellow aroma, I think it's better than everyone else."

"..."

The young man raised his eyebrows silently, and said softly, "That's a good theory."

"If I offend you, please don't take offense." Hanase always felt that people who have art appreciation in a certain way probably would not see their favorite items being interpreted in a wrong way, and what she just said should not have been said.

"No." The young man laughed heartily, "This is the first time I've heard such a statement, and no one would talk to me about it before."

Hanase took a bite of the cold cookie, it tasted good.

She pushed the plate out a little: "Do you like sweets?"

The young man took a piece, took a bite and commented pertinently: "It's not bad."

Hanase looked at his cup of black tea, inexplicably, the more she looked at it, the more itchy she became, and she beckoned to order another cup of black tea.

The young man quietly parted the curve of his lips, and the corners of his brows and eyes showed a lazy style that did not match his age.

But Hanase's cup of black tea was not as fragrant as the youth's cup, and Hanase almost suspected that his cup had added something else.

"Psychological effect?" The young man took a leisurely drink of the lipstick tea, his beautiful eyes narrowed unconsciously, and collided with Hanase's sight from the gap in the mist, letting out bits and pieces of broken light, "Maybe you like The only thing that matters is the cup of black tea in my hand at the last moment, once the timing, location and characters change slightly, you will never get that taste back.”

Hanase stared at his pale fingers for a while, then blinked to regain her senses: "So, I have already missed the cup of black tea I wanted?"

"So you want this cup of black tea." The young man's lips were moistened by the black tea, and they became crystal clear in the sun. "In this case, you should tell me earlier, maybe I will share it with you."

Hanase stared at his casual and comfortable appearance, simply put one hand on his chest, tapped his cheek with his fingertips, and denied, "No, I think I have already got it."

"Ok?"

The young man followed her line of sight somewhat unexpectedly, and after realizing that the end point of her gaze was himself, he was stunned for a moment before he smiled to himself, "Is the black tea you want me?"

He asked simply and directly, without any shyness about the meaning of the words, and judging from the fairness of his tone, if Hanase dared to admit it immediately, he would be able to give a response no less shocking than this sentence.

Hanase continued to stare at him unconsciously, and the more she looked, the more she felt that although this man had an unfathomable temperament comparable to that of the prime minister in some aspects, he was actually above the horizontal line in terms of pleasing to the eye: "This The cup of black tea attracts me because it is in your hand, so when you taste it, the delicious taste I am looking forward to has already come."

Since the timing, location and characters are indispensable, maybe changing the angle can get what you want.

The young man put down the teacup, the red liquid swayed on the rim of the cup, and dangerously crossed over the barrier of the rim.

"Then... you should try it too."

Hanase sat without moving, the young man stroked her face and kissed her.

The mouth was full of the taste of black tea and cookies, so sweet that Hanase was a little dizzy, the young man licked her slightly stiff tongue, and then slowly backed away: "How does it taste?"

"……good."

The young man touched her face and sat back in his seat calmly.

A moment later, as if he suddenly remembered something, his lips opened and closed, and his right index finger resting on the table slid at a snail's pace. With some long hair hanging down to his chin, he squinted his eyes, looked at Hanase kindly and gently, and introduced himself: "My name is Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky. If you can't remember, just call me Tuosi."

Hanase said, "I remember."

She repeated Tuo Si's name exactly, her voice was as gentle as a mountain stream.

Tosi smiled contentedly, with emotions in his eyes: "It's really smart."