All the cp I knocked in Yokohama came true

Shinomiya Tsuru couldn't figure out what happened at all.

In just ten minutes or a few minutes, even a cup of coffee hasn't been brewed yet.

The two people who were in the same situation just now are like the most lingering couple at this moment, sticking together like you and me.

Shinomiya Tsuru also looked back at Josuke—holding up the fan-shaped filter cup, the tall boy who was putting the filter paper was keenly aware of the sight behind him, and turned his head suddenly, with some doubts and confusion:

"Mr. Shinomiya? What's wrong?"

As he spoke, he stopped what he was doing and walked towards the door.

"No, it's okay." Shinomiya She also turned around to block the crack of the door, with one hand behind his back, holding the cold metal doorknob, closing the door softly and slowly.

He didn't see Osamu Dazai tilting his head slightly, looking from the corner of his eyes.

The mellow aroma of coffee came from the table, and Jousuke's approaching body enveloped Shinomiya Shinomiya. Perhaps the room was a bit hot, or he caught a cold from the rain, and Shinomiya Tsutomu always felt that the air was too hot His lips were dry, he stepped back awkwardly, his heels touched the door, and there was a light knock.

Shinomiya Furu also sniffed, blinked, with an innocent look like nothing happened, and changed the subject, "It smells so good, Jousuke, is the coffee ready?"

"Ah, that." Jousuke turned around and pointed, and smiled awkwardly, "The water hasn't boiled yet, just wait for a while."

He leaned over, and the cheeks of Shinomiya-sensei in front of him were flushed, his nose was hot, his eyes seemed to be filled with a bowl of water, shining brightly, Higashika Josuke's heart seemed to be patted by a cat with a meat pad suddenly, itchy and Soft, uncomfortably agitated.

He is completely different from Shinomiya Tsuru, who always follows etiquette and is always indifferent and restrained.

Dongfang Jousuke lowered his voice, afraid of breaking the rare dream in front of him, "Mr. Shinomiya, are you alright?"

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In fact, Zhong Yuanzhong was not as angry as he showed.

The verbal retaliation is a subconscious reaction, including the anger on the face and the roughness of the body, all of which are matched with the content of the package. Zhongyuan Zhong also felt that his thinking was pulled up by a thin thread, and he was far away. Floating in the sky, overlooking the scene of the quarrel with Osamu Dazai from the perspective of God.

Too familiar, but also too strange because of being away for too long.

"Breathing the same air as mackerel, the unspeakable fishy smell can suffocate people!"

"Reward after completing the task? You don't need anything else, just stop being a partner with you."

"Wind review? The attitude of the subordinates? Nothing has changed..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also said this, and suddenly stopped talking.

Osamu Dazai was still nestling on the sofa with his hands in his pockets, he just had a knack for making people bother him and pamper him at the same time.

Zhongyuan Zhong also had itchy palms, desperately restraining his impulse.

In the past, he always thought that the group of people who were deceived by Osamu Dazai always believed in Osamu Dazai again and again because of his damn good-looking face.Seeing Osamu Dazai with his knees curled up, his fluffy hair hanging on the side of his face, and those round eyes looking at him, Nakahara finally understood——

Look at the same pose as the cat.

Who can refuse the cat's request?

Cat misanthropy is an exception.

"Why didn't you say it?" Osamu Dazai raised the corners of his eyes and squinted at the little man opposite him, "I'm really curious to learn that the No. 1 Central Plains cadre of the 'ideal husband' turned out to be a scumbag who abandoned his unmarried and pregnant girlfriend. How do the lovely ladies evaluate Zhongye?"

"What kind of strange adjective are you?" Nakahara didn't care about the "ideal husband" that Osamu Dazai said. In his opinion, this inexplicable name is just another way for Osamu Dazai to be a disgusting person. "Next time If you play tricks again, I will fulfill your wish and let you die happily."

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned. He pinched the warm ring box in his palm, with a hesitant expression, and said slowly:

"The box in the afternoon..."

Osamu Dazai didn't know that Chuya Nakahara was holding the ring box that he thought was "destroyed" successfully in the hand that he put in the outer pocket of the black windbreaker.

He pressed his fingers on the diamond ring in his pocket, the hard diamond edges and corners made his fingertips ache, and the peripheral nerves worked hard to transmit the pain to the brain without interruption.

Pain is calming.

Let people forget the stupid things they have done, laugh away the unspeakable depression in their hearts, and wake up their numb and stiff brains.

"Ah! Really!" Osamu Dazai sat up suddenly, interrupting Chuya Nakahara's words.

The bandage wrapped around his hand again followed his movements to draw a white trace in the air, and Osamu Dazai argued like a rascal: "That was obviously a gift from me to Chuya! Chuya threw it back mercilessly! so sad!"

"So?" Zhongya Nakahara took a step forward, his windbreaker fluttering, he approached Dazai Osamu, with a rare playful expression on his face, "Where's the box?"

Not right, so wrong.

Although Chuuya is a terrifying creature of intuition, it is true that he is so persistent and straightforward that he is completely different from Chuya who faced him in the past.

In other words, Chuya Nakahara, who has been arguing with him for so long after the incident in the afternoon and has not done anything for a long time, is already abnormal enough.

Osamu Dazai was about to utter a lie, but he stopped abruptly. He raised his head, only to realize that Nakahara Chuya had bypassed the coffee table and came to him at some point.

It was rare for him to look up at Chuya Nakahara's face from an upward angle.

"Chuya, did you find that box?"

Nakahara was also silent for a rare time, his sea blue eyes were fixed on Dazai Osamu's smiling face, and after a few seconds, the shadow of eyelashes covered the expression of his pupils, Nakahara also took out the straight plug without saying a word. Right hand in the pocket.

His left hand is holding the brim of the hat, the lowered hat covers the expression of the upper half of his face, and his wrist covers the expression of the lower half of his face.

Unable to judge any emotion from the face.

Osamu Dazai's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but moved forward.

The unknown, and the uncontrollable future, made his skin tingle with uneasiness. Dazai Osamu followed Chuya Nakahara's movements without blinking.

His eyes were one step faster than Nakahara Chuya's hand, staying in front of the opponent.

Slender and powerful, with cocoons from years of fumbling for weapons, Nakahara Nakahara's hands, also wrapped in black gloves, were now bare-naked, completely exposed in front of Osamu Dazai.

What appeared in Osamu Dazai's eyes was the indigo blue square box that he had already discarded in the trash can and behind him.

"I didn't expect the little dwarf to have the habit of picking up trash." Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand. He is a genius at picking locks, and his finger skills are far beyond ordinary people. He is ridiculously fast, but he failed to snatch the box.

Nakahara Chuya, who suddenly withdrew his hand, looked down at Osamu Dazai condescendingly with a scrutinizing gaze. Dazai panicked for no reason, like jumping off the top floor of a Ferris wheel, the feeling that his heart was suspended in mid-air, tense in vain.

Nakahara also opened the ring box without hesitation, clamped the card between his index finger and middle finger, and threw it at Osamu Dazai.

Like a magician's poker, the sharp message card hit Osamu Dazai's chest. He froze for a moment, looked at the empty ring box, smiled slowly, and lowered his head to pinch the card with his fingertips.

"Oh, it turns out that Zhong also likes the title of idiot, it seems that I can write a few more next time..."

"It's such an ugly smile." Nakahara Zhong also frowned in disgust, and returned all the titles on the card, "Idiot Dazai."

Osamu Dazai watched as Chuya Nakahara's hand didn't stop at all, and slowly pressed the piece of blue velvet. "Zhongye."

He finally stopped laughing.

Nakahara Chuya smiled, his smile was eye-catching, bright enough to dispel the darkness of the rainy night, and the whole room seemed to brighten up.

Dazai was stunned.

Zhong Yuan didn't hesitate, he was the kind of person who made up his mind and would carry it out thoroughly. The fluffy touch of his fingertips was soft to the bottom of his heart, but Zhong Yuan Zhong Ye's heart was as firm as a cold stone. Not flinching.

The magician on the stage lifts the curtain, and all the hidden secrets, the little thoughts that cannot be publicized, and the results of all the tricks are all exposed to the eyes.

A small silver ring lay quietly at the bottom of the box.

"Dazai." Nakahara Chuya grimaced, "You are really a bastard."

"Ahaha." Osamu Dazai laughed dryly, and as soon as he rolled his eyes, he wanted to take the topic off lightly.

However, this time the initiative is not in his hands.

Zhongyuan Zhong didn't hesitate, picked up the diamond ring and threw it on Dazai Osamu.

Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand subconsciously, and hastily went to pick it up.

The ring flicked on the palm of his hand a few times, and it settled down coolly. Osamu Dazai stretched out five fingers and clasped them together.

"So, this thing is also a joke?" Nakahara reached out to pinch Dazai Osamu's finger, opened it, picked up the ring, and forcibly put it on Dazai Osamu's finger.

From left to right, from thumb to little finger, nothing fits.

The pads of his fingers were painfully scratched, and they were all red. Osamu Dazai pulled out his hand, and was firmly grabbed by Nakahara Chuya, who was unbelievably strong, and remained motionless.

"The next sentence, do you want to explain that you bought your own ring, so your name is written on it?"

Osamu Dazai was speechless, and immediately changed his mind, "How is it possible, this is a bomb that I have worked so hard to find a craftsman to customize. It looks like a diamond ring. A small one can make people ascend to heaven smoothly, and it is very useful. "

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at him, with a face that I just watched you make up.

"Okay, you can detonate it." Nakahara Zhongya let go of his hand and made a gesture of letting go, "I am very curious, and I am also looking forward to what it will look like when the mackerel is blown into powder. Oh, don't worry, such an explosion is still Can't hurt me."

"I..." Osamu Dazai felt aggrieved, "Chuya, you have changed, you are sharp-tongued and merciless! You must have learned from that guy Shinomiya!"

Nakahara Chuya crossed his arms, with the attitude of seeing Osamu Dazai become the most beautiful firework in the sky.

"Osamu Dazai, I will only say this once, and this will be the last time."

Nakahara also saw through Dazai Osamu's eyes, they used to be teenagers, that was the age when they didn't understand love-love, and they were disgusted and disgusted simply because of the dirty relationship in the dark world. The restlessness in the heart is regarded as boredom, and at the same time of disgust, there is also hatred for the other party who evoked this emotion.

With the passage of time, this kind of tiny and subtle emotion gradually degenerates into something they don't know, puts on a strange body, and is taken for granted as another kind of emotion that is overly concerned, agitated, and restless——

"I hate you very much. If you ask me what I hate about you, I will answer without hesitation: still breathing."

"Hey..." Osamu Dazai closed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

"Just as I like you, I like you so much that I can forget even breathing."

At this moment, Dazai Osamu forgot to breathe.

"Hey, Dazai." Nakahara also turned his head, his red ears were faintly visible in the orange hair, he raised his hand, and said fiercely:

"This ring, can I wear it, put it on?"

The author has something to say: It can be finished! (No!

老夫很安详，躺下的时候嘴角甚至挂着微笑......感谢在2020-10-0123:05:34~2020-10-0300:59:12期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who cast mines: 2 at the beginning of the cold month;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of the next name; 9 bottles of Xuexin Qinmeng; 5 bottles of Moyu and Meow who came to remind you; 1 bottle of Fujiyusang;

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