In order to survive, I do many jobs

In the early morning, the sun shines through the curtains on the pure white bed, and the fat sparrows flapping their wings and jumping on the edge of the window peck at the hard glass, making a crisp sound of "duk-duk".

The word [Morning] blown by the wind scattered in the room, disturbing the sweet dreams of the person on the bed.

Thanks to the part-timers, my early waking biological clock is extremely stubborn. No matter what time I go to bed, I always open my eyes reflexively at six or seven in the morning.

After stretching out a hand with difficulty to say hello to the enthusiastic little sparrow outside the window, I yawned, blinked sleepily, stared at the soft white fabric in front of me for a while, and subconsciously rubbed my head .

The warm touch was on the cheek, and the regular heartbeat was beating up and down along with the sound of the other person's breathing.

?I raised my head in confusion, not understanding why the pillow had heartbeat and breathing.

Even if there is a heartbeat, are the hotel pillows so hard?Why are you still moving?

Wait, this doesn't look like a pillow?What did I just catch?

Realizing that something was wrong, the siren in my mind finally woke up my drowsy drowsiness. When I woke up, I looked at the scene in front of me and began to wonder if I had traveled to a strange parallel world.

One of Dazai Osamu's arms was used as a pillow behind my head. Judging by my common sense in life, his arm must be so numb that he couldn't lift it up at all. Even if he moved a little, he felt like tens of thousands of ants were gnawing on him.

His other arm was wrapped around my back, and he was lying on his side facing me, his unsuspecting sleeping face unobstructed.His thin lips are slightly pursed, and his eyelashes are like swifts with drooping wings. He looks so cute, and it almost makes people forget the vicious and difficult nature of him.

Even though the hotel bed was so big, the two of us had to squeeze together like conjoined twins. The quilt was messily kicked aside, leaving only one corner to cover my waist and abdomen.

Two of the buttons of the white shirt that Osamu Dazai wore when he was sleeping were unbuttoned, revealing the layers of bandages underneath, and a neat row of tooth marks on the bandage near the collarbone.

I touched my teeth silently, convinced that the good teeth were my fault.

What's going on, did I gnaw him like sweet and sour pork ribs in the middle of the night?

As for the entangled legs that are completely inseparable, I pondered for a long time, but I couldn't figure out who did it first, so I could only temporarily put myself in the position of the suspect, feeling uneasy.

No way, is my sleeping appearance so bad?I remember that there was an invisible [-]th line between me and Osamu Dazai last night when I fell asleep reciting the book. With my strong control over my body, as long as Osamu Dazai does not move, I will never step into his territory even if I die. step.

Which ghost and snake god used 502 to glue us together at night?You are always a little wicked.

Fortunately, I got up early, in case our biological clocks opened our eyes together, just thinking about the scene of wide eyes and small eyes is suffocating.

A lonely man and a widow are lying on the same bed. I have the power of a king to guarantee that I am not afraid of what Dazai will do. I am afraid that I will be seduced by beauty and make a big mistake in a moment.

I'm so desperate, I'm going to try my best to save myself, and try to pretend that nothing happened before Osamu Dazai wakes up and sneak away, so as to end this embarrassing and deadly situation.

However, God seemed to be against me on purpose, whether it was arms or legs, Osamu Dazai was tightly wrapped around my body.I hesitated for a long time, but I couldn't find a way to separate us without waking him up.

What's more, my activity area is limited to a very small range, and it is difficult to turn over, so I can only maintain this posture of being trapped in his arms.

I struggled a little, Osamu Dazai, who was awakened by the alarm, raised half of his eyelids and glanced at the restless me, then quickly closed his eyes again, mumbled a few words.

"Hmm." There was deep sleepiness in his voice, "Sleepy... Qianye don't move around."

He looked really sleepy listening to the voice, I looked up at him, Dazai Osamu's eyes had a little bit of inconspicuous blue-black, combined with his messy hair, it looked really distressing.

Insomnia last night?It seemed that I was also responsible for coaxing him to sleep but falling asleep first. I slowed down my voice to coax him: "Okay, okay, go to sleep. Shall I buy you breakfast?"

"No." Osamu Dazai closed his eyes and pulled me back into his arms when I was trying to escape, and carelessly walked behind me twice, "Good boy, good boy, sleep with me for a while..."

His voice gradually disappeared, and he fell into a dark and sweet dream again. The strength of his hands on my body remained undiminished, like a big rabbit hugging a carrot puppet tightly. No one can take away his most important carrot.

As a clearly arranged radish, I recalled today's process in my mind. The balance in my heart resolutely surrendered to Osamu Dazai in "Let him sleep" and "Get up", manually shut down my biological clock, and make up for it after a long absence. sleep once.

My chin rested on Osamu Dazai's shoulder, and before a new round of drowsiness swept over me, I couldn't help thinking about a question: Wasn't he the one who agreed to make a pillow yesterday?Why was I the only one who was being driven around?

I can't figure it out, forget it, go to bed first.

Drowsiness is contagious. I could have seen the sky of Hawaii at seven o'clock in the morning, but under the "trap" of my guardian, I was able to get up at three o'clock in the afternoon today, which is a great proof of my willpower.

When Dazai was dragged up by me, he was reluctant in every possible way. He tried to stay on the bed with all kinds of martial arts, and even made trouble by saying "what's the problem with eating dinner in bed", "sleeping until the end of seven days is the best The ultimate lazy line like "My Vacation".

If you don't eat on time, do you want more in your stomach?If you sleep for a long time, your head will hurt, so go out and do some exercise.

In a trance, I even suspected that Osamu Dazai who worked overtime in the port mafia was a product of my imagination. Was Osamu Dazai really diligent?Mr. Mori who can instruct him is really amazing.

"Don't be self-willed, Mr. Dazai, the healthy routine I managed to maintain for you will never be broken just because of a few words, and it's useless to act like a baby!" Bewitched."

I have already developed antibodies to cats, and the same move has no effect for the second time!

"Cut, doesn't it work?" Osamu Dazai clicked his tongue, put away his deliberately pitiful expression, and sat down on the edge of the bed to follow me.

While rubbing the quilt for him, my arms that were numb all night, I put the clothes on Dazai Osamu, using both hands, wishing to become Nezha with more hands to work together.

Osamu Dazai was still very uncooperative, twisting and turning like noodles to tease me, I knelt on the bed and wanted to wrap his head in a windbreaker and beat him up violently.

Every day I try to be on the verge of being slaughtered, and I miss the beautiful Yokohama again. There are Mr. Nakaya who can punish Osamu Dazai and Akutagawa-san who can take the blame. I miss them so much.

"There is a super-large Oktoberfest on the beach tonight, aren't you looking forward to it?" I understood it emotionally and logically, the perfect schedule can't be missed, and it's fun to travel.

Before going out, Osamu Dazai stood in front of the mirror, I tiptoed to tie his tie, and said in a rambling manner: "I want to experience the feeling of being drunk very much today, Mr. Dazai can't let me be sold."

The sister at the front desk of the hotel told me that the beer at the Oktoberfest is sweet, neither bitter nor spicy, which is very suitable for a sweet tooth star like me.It's all here, I decided to give it a try.

It’s sad to say that I’m obviously a top-notch villain and a part-time winery employee of the boss of a dark organization. I’m still a super master bartender with a code name, but the number of times I’ve actually drunk is close to zero. All paws will flinch from the bitterness of alcohol.

Today I must challenge myself and show the spirit of being a leader!

But I am also very worried that after I get drunk, I will be like Mr. Nakaya, who can distinguish between humans and animals three meters away, with a suit of lowering intelligence buffs, dancing and singing on stage without saying a word, and waking up drunk and shameless, so I want to pull Take my guardian as my strong backing.

"Leave it to me, I will sell Qianye for a good price." Osamu Dazai happily raised his hand, not caring that my hand was still on his tie, and could strangle him to death at any time, "The stolen money and Qianye How about fifty five?"

"Hey—at least seven or three points!" I was instantly angry, "Mr. Dazai is at best an intermediary, so if you draw so much, be careful that I will put you in a sack!"

This is the family price for Osamu Dazai, it would be [-] points for anyone else, I am very good at Immortal Dance, okay?

"Then... June-Fourth can also be considered." Osamu Dazai stroked his chin, bargaining seriously with me as we went out.

We argued with the terrified eyes of passers-by trying to call the police, and we talked about the action of distributing the spoils in the fantasy, and we burst out laughing together.

"Okay, because the negotiation broke down, I decided not to sell Qianye sauce." After laughing enough, Osamu Dazai seemed to think about it distressedly, "Then Qianye sauce is unsalable, how pitiful! Then, I will reluctantly sell Take Qianye sauce home."

"There is no Qianye sauce, but there is caviar and mayonnaise." I said quietly, "My guest, Qianye sauce and mackerel go well together. I suggest you deep-fried mackerel dipping sauce to taste better."

"I also want to eat fried mackerel." After my persistent and unremitting torture, Osamu Dazai was able to say the horrible language of cannibalism without changing his face, "It's a pity that my ward does not allow me to enter the kitchen, and I still stand at the door of the kitchen." It’s an exaggerated notice that Osamu Dazai and cats are not allowed.”

"I can understand your ward very well. The fact that you are still alive must mean that she is a kind girl." Why didn't you be beaten to death? Call you poor.

"In this case, thanks to my face that pleases her, that child is completely reluctant to hit me hard." Dazai Osamu looked at me with a smile, "Is that so, Qianye-chan?"

Tsk, he is really self-aware, I am speechless.

"There are so many brands I don't know. Is it self-brewed?" I dragged Osamu Dazai around the vendors at the Oktoberfest, and was filled with a large glass of beer by an enthusiastic local vendor in the blink of an eye.

Holding the huge beer glass, I tentatively took a sip. The aroma of malt is rich but not harsh, which is my taste.

"Very good, I can taste this taste." I rolled up my sleeves, full of fighting spirit, "Look at Mr. Dazai, I want to drink all the varieties here!"

With his hands in his pockets, Osamu Dazai politely rejected all the ladies who came to strike up a conversation with his overly good-looking Asian face. He took two steps back and followed the excited girl. His pace was unhurried, but he never left her side.

"Drinking too much will make your head hurt." Osamu Dazai kindly made a point as a kind reminder to alcoholics, and got a blind and confident answer of "No problem at all, maybe I can drink enough to beat ten Dazai-san".

Osamu Dazai shrugged and let her go, left and right were just the end of him being a porter and carrying people back.

"So... how much did you drink? You little drunk." Three hours later, Osamu Dazai grabbed Qianye's waving arm with a headache, "I'll get angry if the trouble continues."

The music on the beach was loud, and the girl who was lying on the ground held the coconut tree and did not let go, muttering: "I want to take this coconut tree back and give it to Xiaole, I want to eat coconut chicken, I want to smash it with coconuts My little brother's head... Oh, no, my little brother is dead, so give the smashed coconut to Mr. Chuya, and lie to him that eating coconuts can grow taller..."

"Then the price of coconuts will increase. I want to contract all this land to do business. Let Gin serve as the janitor for me. Belmode will make commercials, and Vodka will be the porter. I will earn him [-] million first..." Hei The hair girl settled the accounts bit by bit with her fingers, "Well...then I will have money..."

"What about after you get rich?" Osamu Dazai finally put the person on his back, heaving a sigh of relief, "Quit all the part-time jobs, quit the strike, and get rid of the life of a social animal?"

"No!" The little drunk shook his head desperately, "I can't live without a part-time job, work is so much!"

"It's really a touching speech." Osamu Dazai walked slowly towards the hotel, "Qianye is the type of employee that every boss will like."

"Huh? What do I want them to do? Make me angry and I will usurp the throne and drive them out." Qianye hummed the tune of the song of martyrdom, "In short, I want to make a lot of money and buy a lot of clothes."

"Clothes?" Osamu Dazai asked puzzledly, "Qianye doesn't seem to be very keen on dressing up, does he? Do you want new clothes?"

"Because I'm so good-looking, I look good in anything I wear!" The drunken girl cheered unceremoniously, "I'm the most beautiful kid in the world."

"It's what Qianye would say." Osamu Dazai chatted smoothly with the drunk, "So, who are you going to buy the clothes for?"

"Huh? You're so stupid, didn't I answer you?" Qianye stretched out his hand and pulled Dazai Osamu's forehead hair, and said loudly amidst the young man's whisper of pain, "I'm the most beautiful in the world—Mr. Dazai is heaven! "

"I want to buy a lot of clothes for Mr. Dazai, let him be my model." Qianye patted Osamu Dazai's shoulder vigorously, with a sense of rhythm, "You look so good-looking, show me two more sets of clothes See what's going on!"

"This speech, why is it a bit like Mr. Mori..." Osamu Dazai muttered a few words, deeply doubting that the strange young girl was leading his children.

"I like Mr. Dazai the most. I want to be with Mr. Dazai for the rest of my life." The girl who was jovial on the back just now suddenly bent down and lay on Dazai's shoulder, her lips pressed against his ear happily Said, "It's good to have money, and you can support Mr. Dazai if you have money, so I have to work super super hard to make money!"

"Are you working so hard to support me?" Osamu Dazai couldn't hear the emotion in his voice, "But a lifetime...is too long."

Even tomorrow may not necessarily exist, what about the future.

"Where is it long?" The person behind wrinkled his nose, "It's too short, the day flies by, and every day goes by so fast. I want to stay with Mr. Dazai for a little longer, but a lot of work needs Do, annoying."

"Didn't you say that you like working very much?" Osamu Dazai said with a smile, "Why did you change your mind?"

"It's different...Compared with work, Mr. Dazai is of course more important." She sighed, "Life is very contradictory, I'm used to it."

"I already have a lot of jobs," Qianye carefully calculated his savings, "Salary and subsidies added up, deductions... should be barely enough. Although I am not a rich woman yet, I will soon be! "

"Deduction?" Osamu Dazai tilted his head, "Tell me, Qianye, what is the deduction?"

[Cubs!Sober up!Cubs!This cannot be said! 】The system finds that something is wrong, why does its cub talk out after getting drunk!

"Deduction..." Qianye raised his head in confusion, shaking his head following Osamu Dazai's walking pace, "It can't be said, it's a secret."

"Secret? A secret that even I can't tell?" Osamu Dazai coaxed softly, "Didn't you say you like me the most, eh? Qianye tell me, okay?"

"No." Qianye stretched out his hand to cover Dazai Osamu's mouth, "Don't talk to me in this tone, I'm about to surrender, you're bad, I won't listen."

Dazai Osamu's mouth was covered by soft palms, he bit the knuckles near his lips lightly, and that hand shrank back, "I won't say it! I won't tell anyone who asks! I don't want to talk to you anymore. ,I'm going to go to bed."

One of the benefits of being drunk is that you can play tricks at will. Even Dazai Osamu can't reason with drunks.

"Ding!" The notification of the text message sounded, and the girl who had just settled down fumbled and took out her mobile phone to take a look, and suddenly hugged Osamu Dazai's head.

"Ahhh Mr. Dazai! In the final exam, I am No.1!!!" Qianye was super excited while hanging on Osamu Dazai, "I knew it! With the blessing buff given by Mr. Dazai, I will never lose !"

"No.1? Congratulations to Qianye." Osamu Dazai lifted his arms up to prevent the overly excited girl from falling off his back. "So happy, do you have a bet with a classmate?"

"Huh? It doesn't count, it's just an agreement without a bet." The surreal girl said perfunctorily, "What's more important..."

"Because Mr. Dazai wished me success in the exam, so I really want to take the first place and be praised by Mr. Dazai." Perhaps because he felt a little embarrassed by this reason, Qianye's voice became a little quieter, like a mosquito buzzing, "Mr. Dazai will Praise me?"

"Of course, Qianye is my favorite child." Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes and said in a warm voice, "Very cute and hardworking. Everyone will like such a good child."

"I don't want them to like you." Qianye tightened his arms around Dazai's neck and said angrily, "I only want Mr. Dazai to like me."

Osamu Dazai remained silent and did not speak again. Qianye also seemed to have forgotten what he had just said, and yawned sleepily with his head down, his eyes stained with sleepiness.

Back in the hotel room, Osamu Dazai took out the key card from Qianye's pocket to open the door for her, and gently hugged the little drunk on the bed.

"Are you back?" The man who had just fallen asleep woke up again, sitting cross-legged unsteadily, like a serious ancient warrior sitting upright.

Osamu Dazai saw this scene when he was about to wipe her face with a hot towel from the bathroom. Qianye's face was tense, and he looked directly at the non-existing air monster in front of him. Competition.

Even though Osamu Dazai wiped her face with a hot towel like a cat, she still remained motionless, which made Osamu Dazai heave a sigh of relief who was already prepared to deal with a difficult drunk.

"Even if he's drunk, Qianye is a good boy who makes you worry-free." Osamu Dazai stroked the girl's long hair and sat down beside her, "Be good, be good...will you listen to what I say? ?”

Hearing this, Qianye slowly turned his head to look at Osamu Dazai, his eyes were full of unyielding eagerness to try, "Is it a game?"

"That's right, it's a game, a game where Qianye has to answer truthfully whatever I ask." Osamu Dazai nodded affirmatively, "It's started?"

"bring it on!"

"Qianye died once, right?" Osamu Dazai asked.

"Yeah." Because it was something Dazai Osamu already knew, Qianye nodded generously and admitted, and added, "And the revenge has been successful!"

"After he died, Qianye came back to life for a reason he couldn't tell me, right?"

"Ah."

"Qianye is very stubborn about Erwuzi's career. Apart from his own preferences, is it related to that 'can't tell me the reason'?"

"..."

"The pursuit of money is also the same. Qianye doesn't like material things very much, but he has an inexplicable obsession with money - he said something like 'money is his life' before, is it also because of this reason? "

"..."

"Can't you say that? I almost know it." Osamu Dazai sighed, looking at the girl with misty eyes in front of him, "Does it still count what Qianye once said, that I am more important to you than money? "

"...Forget it." After a pause, Qianye nodded slowly but firmly, "Mr. Dazai, the most important thing."

"Will you leave me?" Osamu Dazai asked softly.

"I won't," Qianye lowered his head, as if he was extremely sleepy, "But, you have always wanted to leave me..."

You who can't be caught, you who can't see through your heart, and you who are wandering outside are all you.

"Mr. Dazai, you won't promise me." I already knew this kind of thing.

An inexplicable impulse swept through my whole body, and I clearly realized that I was not sober, and the world in front of me was like a foggy glass, and I couldn't see it clearly.

I grabbed Osamu Dazai's wrist and threw myself on top of him.

The front is a hard floor, and the back is a soft bed. Osamu Dazai has no choice but to follow my strength and lie on his back on the bed, stretching out his hands to support my weight.

I stared at those eyes that were so beautiful that even if I couldn't see through my mood for a few seconds, I suddenly lowered my head and kissed those ruthless lips.

Osamu Dazai's breathing paused for two seconds, and his hand behind my back hesitated for a moment, then he hugged me down, turned over and covered me, deepening the sudden kiss.

The faint smell of alcohol passed between his lips and teeth, Osamu Dazai closed his eyes, and great panic suddenly gripped his heart.

——Did I catch your shadow a little bit?

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Just a kiss, the crooked baby consciously faces the wall (devil whispers)

Panic is the first step to love, and Dazai is no longer the one who can handle things with ease.