The crossing point is the bedding of 5T5

The person I met recently, his looks are really against the sky.

When I opened the door of the room, I was still a little dizzy uncontrollably.

As I said earlier, for a qualified dog to have a pair of eyes that are good at discovering beauty is the most basic quality.For example, the new boyfriend Osamu Dazai who warmed milk for me outside the door, also like Gojo Satoru, who is equally as good as Dazai Osamu because of his unique pair of blue eyes when we met for the first time today.

Dazai's smile always has a casual and breath-taking flavor, while Gojo's smile will give you the illusion of suddenly stepping into midsummer from the lonely cold winter.

Two completely different types, but both are thieves!good!look!

Ahhh Lin Tao, wake up!You have a boyfriend, so don't go crazy when you see a handsome guy, okay? !

Pressing down on the jubilant little person in my brain, I raised my hands and patted my cheeks. After confirming that everything was normal, I opened the door of the room in front of me.

"I've been waiting for a long time, Dazai-kun, just now..."

The field of vision slowly opened with the movement of the wooden door, and outside the door, a familiar thin figure appeared in front of my eyes, and the moment I met his gaze, I couldn't help swallowing all the excuses I made up in my heart go back.

The iris-colored pupils reflected the dim light in the house, and the color of the pupils deepened between the light and shadow, adding a kind of indescribable gloom and a certain kind of transparent clarity.

It was a little bit different from what I imagined, even though my Wuyin 300 taels got stuck, the young man still didn’t ask anything, he just handed over the ceramic cup with milk in his hand, smiled, and told me softly: “It’s just warmed up. , be careful it's hot."

At that moment, it was like opening my eyes from a vague dream, and I suddenly woke up.

Too bad, Lin Tao, what are you doing.

Meeting a strange opposite sex in the room in the middle of the night, when the boyfriend showed up, he only wanted to hide it, even made up despicable excuses to deceive the other party, and planned to secretly go on a date with another opposite sex tomorrow?

I'm afraid I won't be able to do these things in ten years with cerebral palsy!

Facing the milk being handed to me, I was almost overwhelmed by guilt. I lowered my head, feeling ashamed to accept this thoughtful concern.

"Peach jam? What's the matter, are you uncomfortable?"

In the ear, the clear and pleasant voice asked with concern.

And I was silent for a while, took a deep breath, and finally said in a low voice: "Dazai-kun, I want to apologize to you."

"I didn't open the door for you at the first time just now because there are other people in my room."

There are some things that are much easier to say when I open my mouth. I raised my head and said softly to the handsome young man who seemed to be taken aback for a moment, "That's Mr. Wujo Wu. He came here and said he had a wooden warehouse. News, we have an appointment to meet in the coffee shop at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning...I...do you want to go with me?"

When meeting the date of the opposite sex, bring your real boyfriend, this is what you should do.

After saying the above words, I held my breath and looked at him without blinking.

The girl looked at Dazai with apprehensive but extraordinarily clear eyes, and because she told the truth, she felt relieved and calm, and under the eyes of the other party, the smile on Dazai's face gradually faded and then rose again. This time, the smile was softer than ever.

"It's okay, Peach Jam can go by herself."

He took the girl's hands and stuffed the warm porcelain cup into it, then raised his hand, and gently stroked her soft hair: "Everyone has their own secrets, Tao Jiang has it, and so do I, So don't feel guilty."

"Hey, in return for Taojiang's willingness to share the secret with me today, let's exchange it, how about it?"

Under the girl's surprised eyes, Dazai bent down, smiled and put it close to her ear, then said in a low voice to the small ear that was quickly dyed red, "Actually, I used to be a mafia~"

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…………

WHAT?

Osamu Dazai was a mafia? ?

After my brain struggled to integrate the received information, I took a deep breath.

"Haha, didn't expect that? Back then, everyone in the Armed Detective Agency even played a game to guess my former occupation, but no one got the correct answer!"

The young man had a cat-mao-satisfied expression.

"Then, why did you go to the Armed Detective Agency again?"

I asked hesitantly.

"Because something bad happened that year, I suddenly don't want to be a mafia."

The other party shrugged. Speaking of this, there was a little bit of nostalgia in the smile on his lips that was almost imperceptible.

That matter has something to do with a person, right?

Is it a girl?

I thought to myself, I feel a little uncomfortable.

"Pfft, what are you thinking, peach sauce is so cute sometimes~"

You Yuan looked back, the young man saw my expression that seemed to be out of control, couldn't help laughing, reached out and pinched my face: "It's a boy, a very good friend of mine."

On this moonless night, the dim lamp behind me was the only source of light around me. Holding the slightly scalded milk in my hand, I heard a sad and extremely tender story.

Mr. Odasaku, oh no, Mr. Oda, he is really a very good person.

"That guy, sometimes when I look back, I suspect that something is wrong with my memory, and I always feel that he is a little too gentle."

In the silence of the room, the young man sitting on the sofa sighed lightly.

And I looked at the other party's handsome and clear profile, and retorted him softly in my heart.

——Dazai-kun, the tenderness that belonged to Mr. Oda was handed over to you by him, and now it has sprouted and grown.

That night, we chatted for a long time, he told me about the interesting things that happened in the port mafia, and I described to him that when I was a child, I took my subdued younger brother to climb a tree to dig out a bird's nest, and was chased by bees and almost jumped into the river.

Amid laughter and laughter, the distance between hearts was infinitely shortened. At a certain moment, his four eyes met, and his iris eyes reflected a soft light, which looked beautiful like an unreal dream.

We looked at each other for a long time, and for a moment, the air around us suddenly burned intensely.

In the dark, I was bewitched and encouraged by some emotion, bit by bit, I leaned towards him, and then kissed his eyes lightly.

I think I'm starting to really like you, Osamu Dazai.

***

Good emotional maintenance can make people calmly face any temptation.

Early the next morning, when I saw Gojo Satoru, a handsome guy who fit my aesthetics very well, at the entrance of the coffee shop, my heartbeat only sped up for a short time, and then quickly calmed down.

"Morning, Mr. Gojo."

I came very early today, and no one came to the coffee shop. I closed the umbrella, greeted the other party, took out the key, opened the door, and signaled him to go in and talk.

"morning."

The extremely tall young man changed his attire today, a black sweater and light beige trousers, and a pair of sunglasses for his obstructive eye mask. His white hair fell down, covering his handsome browbones.

I didn't look too carefully due to the light last night, but I looked at it again this morning, and it was even more amazing.

With a 20-year-old face and a 30-year-old temperament, time obviously favors him, and he has been meticulously carved and delicately portrayed, and it is only now that he has this eye-catching appearance.

The sporadic pedestrians passing by didn't even care about the rain, and either looked at this super handsome guy openly or thought they were concealed, but the other party had long been used to being the focus of sight, and followed me in with a normal face.

"I'm not very good at making coffee, I'm laughing at you."

I can't break my promise to treat guests, so I ground coffee for the other party, baked muffins, and put them on the table in front of him.

"Aren't you going to eat?"

The other party glanced at the food in front of him and asked.

"Already eaten at home."

I poured myself a glass of orange juice, sat on the seat opposite, and said seriously: "Mr. Wujo can have breakfast first, and we can talk after we finish."

"no need."

The young man took off his sunglasses, and a pair of extremely beautiful blue eyes looked at me inexplicably: "Let's get straight to the point."

In the quiet coffee shop, he just looked at me like that, and said in a calm tone: "I gave the wooden warehouse to my ex-girlfriend."