Forced by Butei's gravity

No one in the world can guess the inner feelings of others, at most they can only pretend to understand.

93

I went back to my apartment, closed the door softly, and shouted with joy in my heart, double black is real.

Hitting is kissing and scolding is love.

Compared to gentle lingering...

They should be beasts biting each other, swallowing each other's blood and entangled endlessly.

I reached out and rubbed my cheeks, turned off the TV, and took out my phone.

I used to have a photo album of pictures of Bungo Stray Dogs, which included various CP and single-person pictures and notebooks, but now...

The photo album is empty, just like my playlist that only has the accompaniment now, it is hopeless.

With that said, tears of grievance fell down.JPG

Out of sight and out of mind, I put my phone upside down on the coffee table, then lay on the sofa with my body tilted, crossed my legs and let my mind go.

In this world where all the great writers have abandoned prose for martial arts, I can't find the poetry, prose and novels I want to read, and part of my spiritual food has been cut off.

The actors, singers and boy groups I used to like are gone, there are no works and no looks, and the spiritual food will run out.

But Neon is worthy of being the country of animation. Those unheard of good anime and comics have saved some of my heart from falling to the bottom.

94

While I was in a daze, there was a sudden knock on the door, but before I could get up to open it, the door opened automatically.

At the door stood a disheveled Osamu Dazai and a dignified Nakahara Chuya.

My first reaction was, oh, it's Mrs. Zhong!

Then he straightened up quickly, restrained the arrogant lying posture, and stood up.

Don't think too much, it must be Osamu Dazai who opened the door, after all, the Yokohama Lock King is not called for nothing.

And Nakahara Chuya, as we all know, he is a good man who obeys the rules, even if he is a mafia.

"It was Chuya who asked me to come to Chuya you - he has been urging me so it's not my fault!" Osamu Dazai stared at me for a while, then he shook the pot skillfully, and collapsed on me Just slumped on the sofa.

Zhong Yuanzhong, who was hit by the flying horizontal pot, also widened his eyes, then pointed to himself, with an expression of "how the hell is this my fault?", showing shock in confusion.

At this time, the shocked expression pack of the orange cat is quite appropriate.

95

I brought Zhongyuan Zhong also a can of fruit wine, which I bought with his card earlier.

Although it is an alcoholic beverage, it does not contain much alcohol, tastes very good, and tastes very suitable for girls.

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at the canned fruit wine, his expression turned helpless, but he nodded in compromise, opened the can and took a few sips.

Dazai Osamu protested restlessly. He straightened his hand in front of me like a corpse, looked at me with mournful eyes, and his tone was even more like an abandoned woman.

"Chuya, don't you have mine? I gave you Chuya's card—"

I was subconsciously going to listen to it again, and the short time I spent with Osamu Dazai told me that I couldn’t play him well, and it would be better to compromise early and make him bored and give up.

As a result, after I took another can out of the refrigerator, I saw the double-black domestic violence scene again.

Zhongyuan Zhong also said angrily, "I said why my card was swiped again! It turned out to be you, a mackerel bastard!" In the voice, I found a safe place to sit down, and thanked Zhongyuan Zhongye for taking care of my family in my heart. He didn't completely beat Osamu Dazai, but prepared to applaud the beautiful love between the two blacks.

However, before I had time to raise my hands and applaud, the two people opposite me restrained themselves.

Nakahara also clapped his hands, as if he wanted to brush off the dust and dirt on his hands, while Osamu Dazai adjusted his sitting posture, straightened the collar he had just been grabbed, even if the corner of his mouth was bruised, he was fine Same.

"Ah, in order to cooperate with the little man, the posture just now was really unfriendly to me." Dazai Osamu pretended to be "whispered" and said to himself.

I looked at the veins and crossroads on the top of Nakahara Chuya's head, then at his clenched hands, and finally at the scar on Dazai Osamu's face, and finally rolled my eyes, and smashed the ice drink in my hand on Dazai Osamu's. face.

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I watched Nakahara Zhongya raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, then took out the wallet from his pocket, pulled out another card and his business card, pressed it on the coffee table and pushed it in front of me.

"That card was frozen by the bank before, you use this one." He withdrew his hand and touched the tip of his nose, and said a little out of breath, "You can come to me directly if you have anything to do."

I hesitated for a moment, but still accepted his card, and solemnly accepted it together with the business card.

I have a bad habit, I know it's bad but I still stick to it - I like to stuff things in the phone case, like a cash or two and a card or ID.

As a contemporary young flower-planting rabbit, it is impossible to leave the mobile phone without leaving the body. The cash is just in case, so it is safer to put things such as cards and ID cards with the mobile phone.

But the point is that my phone on the coffee table is gone.

Orange cat doubts.JPG

What about such a big phone I put here?

Gesture gesture.JPG

Nakahara was also attracted by the frozen movement, he also followed my line of sight suspiciously, and I stared at the empty coffee table for a while, then suddenly looked at Osamu Dazai.

Sure enough, my mobile phone was in his hand.

I thought about it carefully, and most of the things about Bungo Stray Dogs that I checked on my phone have been stolen, including my collection of pictures and fanfiction. (resentment)

97

Osamu Dazai, who was stared at by me and Nakahara Nakaya, didn't realize it. He played with my mobile phone with great interest until Nakahara Nakaya punched him on the head.

So he took a deep breath, said aggrievedly that it hurts, and handed the phone back to me obediently.

I skillfully peeled off the phone case, stuffed the card inside, and took a business card to write down Chuya Zhongya's number.

When I finished this series of operations and looked up again, I saw the complicated eyes of the two people opposite, no, only Nakahara Chuya.

I touched the tip of my nose, very puzzled, so I shook the phone and turned the back of the phone to myself.

I looked at the mobile phone pendant and the mobile phone chain. The former is a black cat pendant I made myself, and the latter is a pure black rope chain that can be worn on the wrist.

As for the mobile phone case, it is a very common mobile phone case with white characters on a black background, but the white characters may be a bit irritable. I chose, "Don't suffer from me".

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Then the problem is coming.

What exactly did Zhongyuan Zhongye see that made his eyes look so complicated?

Is the cat pendant I made too ugly?

I don't think so, my cat pendant is so cute that even super straight men in the universe have praised it!

The author has something to say: the second update.

Today's song is Teeth by 5SecondsofSummer.

It is a song that is very suitable for double black, and it has a sense of rhythm.

Let me share with you one of my favorite lyrics!

In terms of feeling, this is a song from Chuya's perspective, sung for Dazai.

Bloodon my shirt, rose in my hand

Shirt stained with blood, holding a bloody rose

You're looking at melike you don't know who Iam

You look at me from afar, I see guard in your eyes

Bloodon my shirt, heart in my hand

Blood on my shirt, in my hand is my heart

Stillbeating

restless heart