King of 25 Cubs

I was about to raise my legs to attack by conditioned reflex, but I suddenly noticed the familiar aura on the opponent.

If I have to describe it, it is a collection of poisonous flowers, with the softness of ebony and the coolness of wind and snow that are almost indistinguishable.

Disorganized yet unusually harmonious.

The left wrist began to ache again.

"Stay still, it's me."

The back of my neck was pinched, and the speaker seemed to be laughing, and his tone was unhurried: "I heard your footsteps walking around in the house, but I haven't seen you open the door for a long time."

He hugged me briefly and then let go, lowered his head slightly, his eyebrows and eyes curved: "Miss Takaho Yuka, where else do you want to go?"

"I didn't walk around either..."

I touched my nose and said unconvinced: "What's the matter with you? Why don't you stay in Yokohama, why are you running here?"

"Don't you know why I'm not staying in Yokohama?"

Dazai's face suddenly got very close, and he looked at me fixedly: "You teased that crew member on the boat, did you deliberately tease me?"

He squinted his eyes, with a faint smile: "What is this? A test? See if I will follow?"

Deng Tuzi, who had disappeared for several days, came back at this time, swooped down on Dazai's head, flapped his wings, and muttered a new tongue: "Beauty is back~Beauty is back~"

I couldn't help laughing all of a sudden.

I have worked in the Secret Service for several years, and I know the methods of those spies better than anyone else. I have long known that there are problems with the apprentices, but I just let them go.

But of course I can't admit it: "That's not what I meant."

A very faint smile slipped from Dazai's eyes, the speed was too fast, as if it was an illusion.

With a long voice, his eyelashes bent down innocently, as if aggrieved and disappointed: "Huh? Since Yuguoguo doesn't want to see me, then I'm leaving."

With that said, he turned around and was about to go out.

I grabbed his windbreaker belt and pursed my lips: "Don't go!"

The tip of my heart seemed to be scratched by something, I bit my lip, and asked in a low voice: "Why did you come? I didn't take the initiative to fight the boss for two months, just to wait for you. If you don't come again, I will No more waiting."

Dazai didn't look back: "Because I'm angry, I deliberately don't want to talk to you."

"Although I don't know what kind of anger you are..." I tugged at his sleeve and said softly, "Then I'll coax you?"

Dazai turned his head and looked at me for a moment, then looked away unnaturally.

He covered his lips with his fist and cleared his cough: "In short, my preparations are complete. If Yuguo doesn't want to stay here, I can take you away at any time."

"Where do you take me? What if I go this way?"

In any case, as long as Maria's consciousness and the positioning of the book are still in me, I won't be able to escape so easily.

"You can go wherever you want. With me, you can do whatever you want, and I will bear the consequences."

Dazai said softly, with a flat tone: "Yuko, let me tell you the truth, this oxidized and rusted boring world is not that important to me. I am willing to work hard to be a good person, not because I am a good person, but because I want to be with you." You stay in one place, where you are, I will be there."

"I can't find the answers I want in violence and blood, and I may not necessarily find them in saving others. Everything is unknown, so my first consideration will never be those unproven, intangible answers. something you can't grasp."

"The only thing I'm sure of is that I can grab your hand, which is what you offered to let me grab it."

He held my wrist tightly, and even increased his strength: "Yuguo, I won't let go if I grab it. This is your last chance to get rid of me."

One thing to say, since you gave me the chance to get rid of it, why do you hold on so tightly?

Can't be more frank, coward.

"Although I was very moved to hear it..."

I shook my wrist, bared my teeth and said, "I don't know how to run, I'll catch you anytime, you can be a little gentler."

Dazai's eyes fell on my bandaged left wrist, as if thinking of something, his expression became a little dignified.

"What happened to your wrist?"

I blinked my eyes, put my hands behind my back, and said, "It's nothing."

Dazai frowned briefly: "You won't..."

I raised my hand to interrupt him, with suspicious eyes: "You really don't know?"

Deng Tuzi had seen my tattoo before, and it stands to reason that as long as Deng Tuzi saw it, the Secret Service Section would be able to see it, and if the Secret Service Section knew it, it would be equivalent to Dazai knowing it too.

"Although I have been in contact with the Secret Service, they don't always report to me. For example, the underwear you are wearing is black. Ms. Tsuruta never told me... oops!"

I slapped Dazai on the head, and said angrily: "Why did she tell you such a thing?!"

Dazai tapped his palm: "Eh? Is it really black? Looks like I guessed it right!"

"..."

I glanced at him inexplicably, thought about it, and took off the bandage myself.

"You gave me the security I wanted, and that's what I give you in return."

I smiled and said softly, "osamu."

The moment the tattoo letters were revealed, Dazai's usual carefree expression froze in an instant.

It took a full five seconds for him to come back to his senses, as if he was confirming something, the smile that hadn't been put away in the future hung vainly on the corner of Dazai's lips, but his voice trembled slightly undetectably: "Yuguo, what's the matter?" Is it my name?"

I don't know why, but I always feel that for a moment, he seems to be about to cry.

So I put away my smile, paused every word, and said in the most serious tone of my life: "I don't know the second person named 'osamu'."

"You don't need to grab anything." I pointed to my wrist, and put my hand on my heart: "You are already here."

Dazai's eyes widened slightly, and even his breathing eased.

After a long time, he couldn't help closing his eyes, then turned around and threw himself on my bed.

I:"???"

This man covered his own head with my pillow, and rolled around on the bed like a cat, rolling around, looking very restless.

The system is serious about popular science:

【We generally refer to this kind of behavior as - spiral explosive ascension】

I walked to the bed with some amusement, bent down and poked him: "Hey, are you okay?"

As soon as Dazai's movements stopped, Xianyu turned over and faced up, his tone was weak as if he was about to suffocate:

"I saw heaven, a lot of small golden stars swirling and twinkling in front of my eyes, and the clouds were pink and exuded fragrance... Ah, it may not be heaven, it may also be Santuchuan."

After a pause, he murmured pitifully in a low voice, "Yuguoguo, am I dying?"

He looked at me blankly, with a bit of repressed helplessness hidden in his iris-colored eyes.

"If I die at this time, will I be able to be as happy as I am now forever?"

"The pink cloud is my pillow, as for the little gold star... maybe you rolled yourself out."

I lowered my head, propped my palms on the bed, and put them in front of his lips: "It's not heaven, and it's not Santuchuan."

I kissed his lips lightly.

"What you see is the world."

……

At first I was the one who took the initiative.

He lowered his head slowly and gently, as if wanting to give the other party a sense of security, carefully tossing and grinding.

His lips are very soft, very thin, slightly cold, but there is a long-lasting warmth in the coldness.

Seemingly dissatisfied with my dawdling, he took apart a piece of candy, held it in his mouth, rolled it on the tip of his tongue, and inserted it into my mouth.

"Sweet?"

He asked in a low voice, hooking the corner of my lips with the tip of his tongue.

"Well……"

Pretty sweet.

The friction of the cloth and the swipe of the fingertips set off a series of boiling fireworks, the heart beat violently, and the air became unbearably hot.

Dazai stopped his movements suddenly, his face was directly below me, less than ten centimeters away, his slightly curly hair rubbed back and forth on the pillow, looking messy and soft.

He quickly raised his hand to cover my eyes, his tone was messy and soft, with a bit of hoarseness and panting: "Yuguo, are you really sure?"

"You are so annoying."

Without hesitation, I kissed it directly.

We are like two children who are not very good at playing ball, chasing that round candy with each other, and occasionally entangled and hugged it tightly, leaving no gap.

Hug tightly like a treasure, no one can take it away.

Gululu, Gululu, that candy seemed to be rolling to the end of time, and finally melted in the ambiguous hot morning.

The sweet water condensed on the glass and slowly slid down, leaving wet marks.

At this moment, the snow has just stopped, and the sun is shining.

·

The Supernatural Secret Service more than 4000 miles away.

Ango Sakaguchi finally got a good night's sleep last night, and returned to the office refreshed with coffee.

When he found that the largest monitoring screen was black, he paused and frowned: "Why did you turn off the monitoring?"

Ms. Tsuruta had big dark circles under her eyes that almost drooped to her chin, her expression was miserable, and her tone was bleak: "If you are killed, you will die, and I want to live a few more years."

Sakaguchi Ango: "...???"

·

After sleeping for about two hours, I just woke up when I heard the system whispering in my ear:

[It's over, it's over, I'm not clean anymore! 】

"...how about you format it?"

I turned my head, the noon sun passed through the blinds, jumped down like a lattice, and fell on the bed, the light golden broken shadows piled up all over the bed.

Dazai was sitting in the golden broken shadow, his body seemed to be surrounded by warm light.

He turned his back to me, holding a knife in his hand, and was gesturing something on his wrist.

With a jump in my eyebrows, I rushed over and snatched the knife from his hand, then stuffed it into the quilt and hugged him tightly.

"What do you want?"

I stared at him with a face like an enemy.

If he's dishonest, I'll press him to do it again, lest this guy start thinking about life again!

"I was wondering how I could get a nice 'Yogo' tattoo on my wrist!"

Dazai stretched out his wrist, and happily said to me in a voice without the slightest haze: "I may be crooked when stabbing myself, so why don't Guoguo stab it for me!"

"..." I hid the knife even tighter, and then refused straight away: "No! My handwriting is also ugly!"

Be sober, tattoos are tattoos, you call scars!

For the rest of the day, we had nothing to do.

This was probably the most leisurely and relaxing day I had since I came to Moscow. I lay on the bed and played games. If I couldn’t clear the level, I would throw it to Dazai. If I cleared the game, I would do some more interesting “sports”.

Such a cold day is not suitable for going out, it is only suitable for staying at home, eating, drinking, chatting, sweating and taking a bath...Anyway, two people who have a good understanding will not be bored no matter how tired they are together.

"I want to know now, why do you have a condom in your pocket?"

The more I thought about it, the more I felt uncomfortable: "You said you carried this thing with you, did you decide that I would sleep with you this time?"

Dazai seemed to be in a good mood, with colorful little flowers constantly popping out of his head.

"Yeah, my plan will never go wrong~"

"...Can I go back on my word?"

"No, I'm already dirty, you have to take responsibility!"

I:"……"

When it was time for dinner, I was too lazy to cook, and Dazai's cooking was uneatable, so we ordered takeaway.

Russian milk tea was so sweet that it was cloying. I took a sip and my whole face wrinkled.

"It is too sweet."

I muttered softly.

Dazai was changing the dressing on my wrist, he raised his head when he heard that, "I'll try it."

I handed him the milk tea cup with my other hand, but he didn't answer it at all, and just moved his face closer.

The kiss was very light, and it left as soon as it was touched. Dazai licked the corner of his lips, as if reminiscing: "It's okay, it's not particularly sweet."

"No, it's really sweet, try it again if you don't believe me."

I took a sip of milk tea and leaned over to kiss him.

After a long time, the two of us finally separated.

Dazai's eyes curled up, his tone was light and soft: "It's quite sweet."

……

The next day, the day when Tuo Xiaotaro was discharged from the hospital.

My son who is so big is going to be discharged from the hospital, of course he has to pick him up.

But when I got dressed, I suddenly found that all my chokers were gone!

All, not a single one!

"Dazai, have you seen my neckband with a skull on it?"

"No." Dazai replied in a long voice, and then suddenly realized: "Wait, what did you call me?"

I leaned over with a smile, trying to rub the corner of his lips: "Dazai~"

"o—sa—mu."

Dazai pushed me by the shoulder and said emphatically, not letting me kiss him, his tone was still very dissatisfied: "Why is it called last name?"

"When you want to smile, call me dazai, because I want to be in a good mood all day~"

I tapped my palm: "Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you, you are now a father!"

Dazai froze for a moment, and then his eyes drifted unconsciously to my lower abdomen.

"Well... we took measures yesterday, even if we accidentally got caught, it wouldn't be so fast, but I understand what Yu Guoguo means."

He nodded seriously, and raised his arm to pat his biceps: "Anyway, I will work hard."

"Where do you... want to go?"

I looked at Dazai with a strange expression, and said slowly: "Fyodor is my son now, and it is also your son round up."

I patted him on the shoulder: "Congratulations, Mr. Osamu Dazai. After my efforts, you don't have to call him dad, but he has to call you dad. Are you happy?"

Dazai: "..."

The author has something to say:

I think I am very stream-of-consciousness, but the audit said that I don't want to think, but it needs to think.

So everyone keep a low profile, don't mention in the comments whether there is a car or not, if it is locked, I have to change the text, it's nothing but trouble.

So did I drive?I don't (very loud)

I'm just praising life and singing love!

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感谢在2020-09-0617:20:45~2020-09-0718:57:14期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the mine: bring 1 star;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles with the stars;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!