The crossing point is the bedding of 5T5

Really exhausting tonight.

When I lay down on the soft bed behind me, I breathed a long sigh of relief, and raised my hand to knead the space between my brows.

You have to accept a lot of information, you have to try to communicate with willful strangers you have never met before, and you have to coax the inexplicable Maomao, the ambiguous object, to be unhappy. It makes people want to grow their brains.

Sure enough, it is the hardest thing to bear the grace of a beauty [猫猫浒露.jpg].

One is already very tiring, I really can't figure out how those sea kings came here...

I turned over and hugged the quilt in my arms, just thinking about it, I didn't even remember the phone that hadn't been turned on, and fell asleep in a daze.

In the haze, the time didn't seem to be long, and without warning, I woke up suddenly.

An inexplicable feeling drove me to stand up, and walked lightly to the window, trying to lift a corner of the curtain.

Then I saw a certain beautiful young man who was making a fuss before going to bed standing in the yard facing me, talking to a big silver-haired boy who looked familiar.

The big silver-haired boy shook his head and looked at the corner of the courtyard with lingering eyes. Then, a big boy in a long black trench coat with only a few strands of white dyed at the end of his black hair jumped in from outside lightly and quickly.

As soon as he saw the young man, he bowed his head respectfully with a look of full energy.

Osamu Dazai didn't know what to say, he raised his hand and patted the other person's shoulder.

The big boy in the windbreaker was obviously excited, and his voice drifted indistinctly with the night wind. Words such as "don't worry" and "we will definitely find it" drilled into my ears. After he finished speaking, he disappeared in place like flying. The boy pouted angrily and left.

The courtyard that was a little bustling just now became empty, and I remembered a little later that I had actually seen a big silver-haired boy before, the one who jumped from a tall building and turned into a white tiger.

People with different abilities.

The word ran through my mind.

I kept opening the corner of the curtain without moving.

They should be looking for something.Although these have nothing to do with me, whoever made a guy named Osamu Dazai a man full of mysteries, it would be a lie to say that he is not curious.

It turned out that he looked like this where I couldn't see him.There is a little more gentleness as a senior, but also a little indifferent calmness, and even the smile carries the air of a big boss who knows everything in his chest.

Cough, I have to say, it's a bit A.

It's not ashamed to admit that I was so handsome by the other party, after all, I have faced this person's beauty attack countless times.

But... he was busy in the middle of the night and didn't go back to sleep, so why go out?

Seeing the thin young man push the door and go out, I was tortured by curiosity, I gritted my teeth, put on a long coat over my pajamas, and followed him quietly.

I followed him all the way out of the original street and onto a sparsely populated street. He kept walking and kept walking, and finally stood at the end of a bridge.

At this time, I already regretted that I followed out to blow the cold wind, but I had already walked so far, and I would not be reconciled if I could not see the result, so I could only bite the bullet and hide behind the bridge pillar, making up my mind to see what the other party was doing What a name.

The moonlight was shining brightly on the young man on the bridge, and the night wind made the windbreaker flutter. He raised his head, his broken hair swaying in the wind, and his silhouette had a beautiful Japanese aesthetic.

Then, the beauty jumped off the bridge very neatly.

Me: ... what the hell? ? ? ! ! !

"Osamu Dazai!"

Amid the loud sound of falling into the water, I rushed to the head of the bridge, looked down from above, and felt dizzy for a moment.

This height will kill you!

I opened my eyes wide and tried my best to search the sparkling river surface. After a long time, I found that there was no figure floating up at all.

God!Is he committing suicide?

I frantically took out my phone, turned it on, and called the police, almost incoherent in the whole process.

On the phone, the police lady comforted me and said that I would be there immediately, and asked me to carefully observe the water surface and remember the falling point. I was responding repeatedly, when I saw a figure not far away suddenly "crashed" , emerged from the water.

He raised his hand unhurriedly to wipe off the water on his face, swam slowly from the river to the river, climbed up slowly like a turtle, and lay on his back on the embankment.

I:……

"Hello? Miss? How are you?"

In the receiver, the police lady asked worriedly.

"Sorry, I think it's all right," I opened my mouth and replied dryly, "I saw him swim ashore by himself, and he seemed to be in good spirits."

The police lady was silent, and her good professionalism made her reply "It's a blessing that I'm fine" before hanging up the phone.

And I stood still and took several deep breaths before walking down the bridge and coming to the side of the person who stayed up most of the night and went out of his nerves to jump into the river and swim with his breath held.

"What~ Didn't it mean that as long as the height reaches a certain value, the human body will pass out the moment it falls into the water? It has been so many times, and I have deliberately changed into a position that I have never tried before entering the water, but it didn't work at all..."

The young man combed his wet hair back, and complained listlessly to the air: "It's so cold."

I stood by and looked at each other without speaking.

After a long while, the surroundings fell into silence, and those beautiful kite-colored eyes finally turned lazily and glanced at me.

At that moment, I don't know if it was because of the depth of the night, or simply because of the wrong angle, I saw a pair of black pupils, the original color of the kite was covered by the thick fog, and the starlight all over the sky was sucked in, quietly sinking .

In a trance, it seemed familiar and strange, and I seemed to smell a smell that was about to rot in the depths of rose petals.

"Ah, it's Mr. Lin."

There was a short pause, and the soul-stirring eyes blinked at me lightly, then the fog dissipated, and the stars and moonlight emerged at the same time, the young man tilted his head slightly, showing a familiar and beautiful smile: "Jun Lin didn't fall asleep tonight either. ?"

"...Well, I woke up suddenly, I couldn't fall asleep, so I went out for a walk." He didn't mention my strange clothes, and I didn't mention it. I just fell silent for a while, looked at the other party and said, "Isn't Dazai-kun cold? Don't you want to go back for a cup of hot tea?"

"Okay, it's time to go back."

The young man stood up, casually twisted the water on his clothes, and said softly, "Let me do the cleaning tomorrow, Mr. Lin will take a day off."

"it is good."

I nodded.

The way back was very quiet, we didn't say anything about what happened tonight, until we arrived at the familiar courtyard, I took out the key to open the door, and suddenly heard the people behind me with a gentle, indistinguishable emotion The voice asked: "If I say that my motto is 'Suicide clear and full of vigor', how will Mr. Lin feel?"

"Well," the movement of opening the door stopped, I lowered my head and thought for a while, then turned around, faced the young man I had a crush on, and told him, "Although I don't agree with suicide, everyone agrees. You have the right to choose how to live and die, as long as the choice is not made on impulse, I don't think anyone else has the right to interfere."

"Dazai-kun," I took a deep breath, stared at those eyes that I like very much, and said seriously, "Next time, remember to bring a dry and warm coat, because it is easy to catch a cold."

The moon rose very high, and the expression on the face of the young man with his back to the moonlight was obscured by shadows, making it impossible to see clearly. I only knew that he looked at me for a while, and then let out a chuckle.

"Peach Jam," he raised his hand, and suddenly pinched my face lightly, "It's late, go to sleep, good night."