All the cp I knocked in Yokohama came true

The box is indigo blue, made of lambskin, with a delicate touch and exquisite materials.In the middle of the box cover, there is a line of small characters written in bronzing fancy fonts:

To Chuuya

Central Plains Zhongye's breathing stopped suddenly.

The surroundings became quiet for a moment.

The whistling of cars speeding by on the road, the loud conversation, the breathing of subordinates, and the rustling of pens rubbing against paper, all seemed to be isolated, as far away as if they came from the sky.

The heartbeat was like thunder.

He reacted slowly, his eyes widened and his pupils narrowed when he looked at Osamu Dazai.

At this moment, there was a gap between thinking and emotion, and reason told him that this must be another behavior of the bastard Dazai Osamu, don't be fooled; but there is another voice in his heart, noisy and anxious, holding an unnecessary Looking forward to, quietly agitating.

"Chuya." Osamu Dazai faded his smile, and he said every word, as if the words were treasures, and they need to be carefully and carefully before handing them over to others with confidence, "This is a gift from me."

With the palm extended forward, Osamu Dazai stared at Chuya Nakahara without blinking, the fist that was about to touch the cheek slowed down and lost its strength.

"Gift?" Zhong Yuanzhong repeated unconsciously.

Osamu Dazai nodded, the soft female voice gradually disappeared, and he returned to his own voice, soft and slow:

"Only gifts for Zhongye."

The fist was stagnant in the air, Chuya Nakahara's feet seemed to be stuck to the ground, and he couldn't move forward any more. He froze for a moment, looked up at Osamu Dazai's face, and then at the small square box in his palm.

He stretched out his hand, and his fingertips dropped, touching the warm lid.

The lid still had the warmth of his palm, and Zhong Yuanzhong also pursed his lips, clasped his five fingers together, and squeezed the small box tightly.

He lowered his eyes and then raised them again. His cobalt blue eyes are more beautiful than the most perfect gems in the world. There is a certain kind of light shining inside, making it difficult for Osamu Dazai to look straight at him for a while, but just like everyone who yearns for beauty Like human beings, Osamu Dazai couldn't resist, his soul was attracted, and he just wanted to keep this beauty forever.

He regretted it.

He suddenly regretted it.

Osamu Dazai suddenly closed his fingers and pinched the small square box.

"I..." He put on a smiling mask and turned into a rebellious bastard, and the box he handed out was squeezed back into his palm.

I suddenly regretted it.

Before he finished speaking, he realized that he couldn't take his hand back at all—Chuya Nakahara, who was ten times stronger than him at the other end, was also holding the small square box.

"No way? Could it be that Chuya..." Do you want the gift from me so much?

Deliberately concealing embarrassing words, they were cut off before they could be spoken.Osamu Dazai stared dumbfounded at the sudden acceleration of Nakaya's fist that had been staying in mid-air, like a car stepping on the gas pedal, directly and mercilessly slammed into his face!

"Hmm!" Osamu Dazai, who was caught off guard, instantly fell on his back.

The crowd of onlookers were collectively dumbfounded.

This, I thought I could witness a girl propose to a Central Plains cadre, but why did it suddenly become a scene of violence? ? ?

Is this the reason why the Central Plains cadres, as diamond bachelors, have never been in love?

Central Plains cadre, you can’t find a wife like this!

None of the stunned subordinates dared to speak, and quietly lowered their heads, not knowing whether to feel sad for the Central Plains cadres, or to mourn the girl who came forward to propose but was knocked to the ground.

Zhong Yuanzhong was not in the mood to pay any attention to the twists and turns in their hearts. He was holding the small dark square box, as if it was not a ring box, but a touch bomb. The next second he let go, he would be blown to pieces.

"Huh—" he exhaled lightly.

Osamu Dazai, who fell on his back, had no image of a lady. He reached out his hand to wipe away the blood from his nose, and sat up abruptly.

"Zhongye!"

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't even look at him, his eyes only stayed on the box, and with his fingertips, a gap was slowly opened at the opening and closing.

Like Pandora's magic box, Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that he was bewitched, he couldn't restrain himself, strongly, and impatiently, he just wanted to open it and take a look.

With just one glance, Dazai is not allowed to escape.

He also didn't want to run away.

Even though it was only a few seconds, the length was stretched infinitely slowly. One second before the answer was revealed, Nakahara Nakaya finally looked to the other side - there, Dazai Osamu was struggling to get up with the heels of his palms on the ground.

His face was smeared with blood, from his lips to his cheeks, his entire face was so pale that there was no color in it, ripples appeared in his iris-colored pupils, and he became anxious.

"Chuya, listen to me..."

"Crack." With a muffled sound, the box opened.

No pranksters popping up, no explosions, no jewelry, and no rings.

On the blue velvet doily, there was only a small card, hard cardboard, trimmed with gold, which was supposed to be placed in the ring box and a carrier for writing love.

Today, only a short sentence is written on it:

"Come on again, idiot :)"

The sky turned gloomy at some point, and the icy wind shuttled through the buildings, blowing the black hem of Zhongya Zhongya's clothes like a crow flapping its wings.

The orange hair hangs down from between the eyebrows, casting a shadow, covering Nakahara Chuya's eyes, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.

He slowly loosened his tightly clenched mouth, and the blood color was unable to infect this area for a while, "嗤——"

He made a contemptuous breath from his nasal cavity, and his cheek muscles pulled up half of the corner of his lips, "I thought it was something."

Keep your voice relaxed and dismissive.

"You, Dazai, will also play some boring pranks."

Keep the expression on, the expression should be as usual.

"If you have any hobbies in women's clothing, don't show it off at our Ganghei gate in the future, otherwise everyone will know it. If you still want to find someone to die in love with you, it may be difficult for young ladies to agree."

He closed the lid and threw the small square box into Dazai Osamu's arms.

Osamu Dazai raised his hand to catch it, but did not respond.

The surrounding sounds suddenly became noisy, the sound of car horns, tire friction, coughing, and whispering sounds seemed to pour into the ears at this moment.

Nakahara also stepped on the gravel angrily, Dazai Osamu was right in front of him, holding the box with both hands, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Nakahara Chuya originally wanted to just pass him by, but when he passed by Dazai Osamu, he caught a glimpse of Dazai Osamu's profile from the corner of his eye.

That kind of expression is very complicated. Zhongyuan Zhongzai has been in Hong Kong for eight years. He has seen many people, no matter if they are gangsters or white people, but he has never seen anyone like Osamu Dazai, who crawled out of the deepest swamp in the dark forest. His body is full of filth, and he lives in a dark world, but his eyes still follow the firefly light in front of him.

He still remembered that the last time he saw Dazai Osamu's expression was a certain day before the other party defected.

At that time, they were also known as Shuanghei, and they were partners with a tacit understanding. Because of mission requirements, they often ate and lived together.

They had just smashed a hostile small organization that day, and they had been busy for three whole days. Finally, it came to an end. Zhongya Zhongya returned to the bedroom and fell asleep almost as soon as his head touched the pillow.

In the middle of the night, he was awakened by hunger, got up in a daze, and was about to go to the kitchen to find something to eat, when he suddenly saw Osamu Dazai sitting on the window sill with one leg curled up.

The moonlight was like frost, covering Dazai Osamu's body. He didn't look back, the outline outlined by the cold light was hazy and indistinct, the boundaries of darkness and light intertwined, and his profile was clearly reflected in Nakahara Nakaya's eyes.

The misanthrope who loves life the most, and the coward who yearns for happiness the most.

"Dazai, what are you doing?" the boy's middle also asked.

The young Osamu Dazai came back to his senses, the night seemed to take off his performer's shell, a little bit of fragile and soft tender flesh was revealed, "I'm thinking about something, Chuya."

"Is it right to give up another thing in order to pursue one thing?"

"What's wrong?" Zhongya Nakahara yawned, he was too sleepy, and he didn't realize Dazai Osamu's rare seriousness, "There is no perfect in the world, how can you want everything, you think too beautifully .”

"Then, what if, you can do something well, but you fail because of your timidity?"

Zhongyuan Zhong was also hungry and flustered. He didn't have time to communicate intimately with him in the middle of the night. He opened the door and walked out, "Then let him regret it afterwards. People have to pay the price for their actions."

When he walked out the door, he always felt that something was wrong, and stepped back, "Hey! Even if you think about life, you don't have to go to my bedroom in the middle of the night to think about it?? Are you not getting enough sleep these days, and your brain is broken?"

Osamu Dazai got up helplessly, "Among the idiots, they dare to say that other people's brains are bad..."

"Stupid little dwarf."

......

Just like the expression that night.

Zhongyuan Zhong didn't know when he stopped.

He stood beside Osamu Dazai, his lips opened and closed, and he was about to make a sound when he was interrupted by a cry.

"Central Plains cadres!" Suzuki trotted out from the Hong Kong Hei Building, and rushed towards Central Plains Chuya with a clear goal. "Boss Mori has a task to convey, and I need you to go to the office."

"I see, I'm going now." Zhong Yuan pressed down on the brim of his hat and turned around decisively.

With the departure of Zhongyuan Zhongye, the people around them also dispersed.

Only Osamu Dazai was left standing there.

A few birds were circling in the low altitude, and after a while, the tide rose and the rain fell.

His hair was soaked by the rain, sticking to the side of his face, Osamu Dazai ended his daze, clutching a small square box, and left the gate of Gang Hei.

He didn't take a few steps and stopped by the trash can on the side of the road.

The sheepskin box was wet from the rain, and it was slippery. Osamu Dazai had to use some strength with his fingertips to open it smoothly.

What caught my eye was the message, and a few drops of rainwater dripped in, blurring the words written in ink blue pen.

Dazai smiled lightly as if mocking himself.

He buttoned the cushion wrapped in blue velvet under the note. There was a linear depression on it, which was originally used to place the ring, but now it was empty.

With force, he lifted up, picking up the thick cushion——

Below that, between the hard box and the soft cushion, lay a small diamond ring.

"Dazai? What are you doing?"

Osamu Dazai slammed into the cushion, fastened the box, and turned around.

Holding an umbrella and turning up the collar of his windbreaker, Shinomiya Tsuru, who has complete rainproof facilities, came here at some point.

"Is today's whole person plan successful?" He asked as he approached and tilted the umbrella over.

"En!" Osamu Dazai wiped away the rain from his face, "Of course it succeeded!"

Shinomiya She also stared at him quietly for a while, "That's good."

"I have something to go to Hong Kong and Hei, you send me to the gate of the building, take the umbrella and go back first." He handed the handle of the umbrella to Osamu Dazai, "Just in time, I let Jousuke stay in my house full of turtles Now, help me to watch him."

"Is it really okay to bully children like this?" Osamu Dazai took the words with a smile, avoided Shinomiya Shinomiya's sight with his left hand, and threw the small square box into the trash can with his backhand.

"It's not bullying, it's desensitization treatment!" Shinomiya She also argued forcefully.

"Wow, the desensitization treatment that went straight to the final stage, is indeed Shinomiya-sensei!"

During the conversation, the two had already walked to the entrance of the building, and chatted a few more casually. Osamu Dazai held an umbrella, walked slowly through the rain curtain, and left.

"Mr. Shinomiya?" Nakahara Chuya walked out of the elevator in a hurry, and ran into Shinomiya Sheya at the door, "The leader is in the office."

He obviously knew that Shinomiya Tsuru would also meet with Mori Ogai.

"Do you still remember the way?" Zhong Yuan Zhong also enthusiastically said, "I happen to be fine, so I'll take you up there."

"It's okay, I still remember the way." Sigong declined, he pretended to hesitate, "By the way, can you help me to see it?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also urgently needs some things to do to keep himself busy, so as not to think about things in his mind.

Sigong stretched his arms and pointed to the two doors far away, the dusty roadside trash can, "...Something fell near there just now, I am afraid that someone will pick it up or throw it in as garbage Trash can, I am in a hurry to see Chief Sen, but I can’t go for the time being, can you help?”

"Okay, no problem, what is it?"

"A small box."

The author has something to say: People who are caught by sharks will die.

If people stay up late, they will become bald.

When a person explodes his liver, he will become bald.

As long as people are alive, they will be bald.