My BE is all over the world

What kind of person is Kazama Yu?

When Nakahara saw Osamu Dazai again, it was in a bar. Dazai Osamu was shaking the liquid in the glass and turning his iris-colored eyes. Under the light, his eyes were far more beautiful than the liquid.

He walked over and sat down opposite Dazai very rarely, but Dazai didn't move, but raised his eyes slightly to look at him.

He was a little drunk, but his eyes were more sober than anyone else.

He asked, "What kind of person do you think Kazama Yu is?"

What kind of person is Kazama Yu?

Zhong Yuanzhong also asked himself.

He's a jerk, a fool, and an idiot.Zhongyuan Zhong also thought that he had many answers. It was the way he was covered in blood and trembling with those poor blue eyes when he first met him, and it was the way he approached cautiously when getting along, and the cat tentatively stretched out his claws. The appearance is also the light that diffuses in his arms and the blood red that fills his eyes at the end.

He's a little liar full of lies.

Deceived the beating heart of the breeder, leaving an empty shell for him.

Osamu Dazai squinted at him, as if he knew what he was thinking: "He is indeed a bastard and a liar."

"You lied to me too." Nakahara Nakaya frowned and looked at Osamu Dazai, apparently he had not forgotten his purpose of finding Osamu Dazai.

But when that anger was burning, Nakahara Chuya became extraordinarily rational. He said this sentence almost soberly, staring at every movement and every subtle expression of Osamu Dazai. .

Then he saw Osamu Dazai showing the worst smile, turning his chair away from the light in front of him and shining into his eyes, but embracing the shadow he was familiar with again.

Osamu Dazai said softly, "I didn't lie to you, I did go."

He was standing at the door, but he didn't look back at the tragedy that happened inside.

"But why should I help you?"

Accompanied by Zhongya Nakahara's completely uncontrollable anger, Osamu Dazai felt that someone was pulling his collar up, and he met those burning eyes, even if the side of his face was hit by a fist. He didn't stop laughing despite the pain, and it was accompanied by a slight physiological gasp.

"It hurts, Chuya." He said, "But it's okay, I forgive you."

After all...

"I've lost him, why can you have him?"

madman.

Nakahara also realized once again that his hunch was correct, that Osamu Dazai had gone crazy after leaving the Communist Party.The broken heart was barely sticking together with unknown things, making him live in pain.

But now he handed this pain to himself, looking forward to his madness.

After beating Osamu Dazai, Chuya Nakahara shook his hands and left.He felt a sense of suffocation around his neck all the time, making him unable to breathe in pain.

He reflexively raised his feet to walk home, but his steps stopped.

What else is there at home?

There is nothing left at home.

He thought numbly.

……

The gravity of the □□, the cadre Zhong Yuanzhong has always been a very serious and responsible person, sometimes he often stays up late and works overtime until late to deal with the matter at hand.

The subordinate who came in to deliver the documents poked his head out and asked tentatively, "Aren't you really going to take a rest, the cadres of the Central Plains?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his head, the orange hair under his hat was a little messy and drooping, different from the neatness of the past, he now looks a little indescribably tired.

It seemed that something was weighing heavily on his shoulders, and he was still trying to stand up.

Nakahara Chuya looked at the sky through his subordinate's side, only to realize that the sky had become completely dark before he knew it, leaving only the lights of the streets twinkling like falling stars.

He stopped writing unconsciously, and murmured: "So it's already so late..."

He took the file but had no intention of leaving, but found that his subordinates were still standing in front of him.Zhong Yuanzhong also tilted his head: "What's wrong?"

The subordinate scratched his head in embarrassment, and then asked his cadre: "I want to ask for leave in a few days, Zhongyuan cadre. My cat is sick, and I plan to take it to see.'

Zhong Yuanzhong's hand holding the pen holder loosened little by little when he didn't notice it. He looked at his open palm, and it took him a while to recover and respond to his subordinate: "Okay, remember... take good care of it." it."

After sending his subordinates away, Nakahara Zhong also took a deep breath and stood up from the backrest he had been lying on all day, but the feeling of soreness and back pain all over his body was quickly washed away. The body of a god is obviously not comparable to that of a human being. .

He kind of didn't want to go home.

Kazama Yu was too smart, he had already planned everything, packed up his things and took them away ahead of time.As for the couple's bracelets they carried at the night market before, the one that belonged to him was taken away by Kazama Yu at some point.

Nothing remained of him.

But he left everything behind.

Because every place has the breath of his existence.

The sofa is Kazama Yu's favorite place to nest. He is still in a daze while sleeping or playing games with his mobile phone. He always likes to nest in the soft sofa covered with a thin quilt and wait for Nakahara Chuya to get off work.And the chairs placed on the balcony are also soft, the big chairs can always allow him to put his feet on them, and then he wraps himself in a thin quilt and basks in the sun warmly.

Kazama Feather is everywhere.

But there was nowhere to find him.

After that day, Zhong Yuanzhong also fell in love with the existence of water. He spent most of his time in the bathroom nestled in the bathtub except for work and meals.

When he looked at the surface of the water with layers of waves swaying out, he couldn't help thinking, can the blood be washed away?

He has been stained with a lot of blood and killed a lot of people. After all, he is an innocent person, a person who lives in the mud.But this time the blood was different. The blood had the characteristics of a cat demon, and it was colder than the ones he had been contaminated with in the past.

He couldn't help thinking, and it was difficult to control his thoughts to think, whether the chest he pierced was also colder than others?

Surely so.After all, he was already like a candle in the wind.

But maybe not.Because the cat demon's feelings are sincere and hot, so that the heart of the god is driven by his heat to warm Zhongya Zhongya's cold body.

He suddenly remembered the stories he had experienced a long time ago.

In the dark night, he held a little cat on his shoulder. They patrolled the night together and strolled on the dilapidated streets together. At that time, they did not have the power, money and strength they have today.

But on the way back to the "sheep", he would always use his own change to buy some small dried fishes, and secretly coax the black cats to approach them in places where no one is watching, and exchange small dried fishes for soft His tongue licked his fingertips, in exchange for the warmth of the furry, he could be hugged by him.

The black cat is always reserved, and only occasionally will it open its belly for him to rub, comforting the child who doesn't know where to go in the dark night.

Those were the happiest days in the Central Plains.

Even though he had nothing at that time, he had more than anyone else.

This sentence is very contradictory, but it fits terribly when it is placed on Chuya Zhongyuan.

Kazama Yu is indeed an asshole.

That heart was as black as his fur.

He broke the habit of Zhongye in the Central Plains.For example, always shouting that Zhongyuan Zhongye brought all kinds of delicacies, and then the two of them ate together on chairs watching the moonlight as if they were midnight snacks, which broke Zhongyuan Zhongye's habit of eating.

It takes a long time to form a habit, but it can last a long time to maintain a habit.

And what about losing a habit?

All it takes is a thought, or the time for a certain sentence.

At night when they were looking at the starry sky, they didn't bring him in the room, but Yu Kazama took him by the hand and pulled him up to the top floor, leaning side by side and looking at the stars all over the sky.

At that time, Kazama Yu's eyes were clearly very bright, but Zhong Yuanzhong also felt very empty. There were no clouds or birds in the empty sky in his eyes. Just scratch the surface.

Kazama Yu pointed at the stars in the sky with his outstretched hand, and closed his open palm again, as if he had caught a certain star, and placed it in his palm.

Kazama Yu blinked: "Guess what's in my hand?"

Zhong Yuanzhong followed suit, pretending to think: "Have you caught the star?"

"You got the answer right." Kazama Yu smiled, stretched out his hand in front of Nakahara Chuya, and slowly opened his palm in front of his eyes. In his palm, a little bit of starlight radiated With warm light, when the breeze blows by, it follows the footsteps of the wind and disperses out.

"Because you got it right, I'll show you the stars."

Zhongyuan Zhong also always felt that the star in Feng Jianyu's hand was not a star, or that the star was indeed beautiful, but it could not enter his eyes.

He stretched out his hand to catch the scattered starlight, although he couldn't catch it, but he also lowered his eyes to watch the starlight fly away, and his eyes wandered and fell on Feng Jianyu.

"Aren't you showing me the stars all the time?" Nakahara said.

There are many, many stars, but only one star came for him, and only that one star was what he wanted.

where are the stars

in the sky.

in the sea.

in the world.

In Kazama Yu's eyes.

……

“What is he to you? How would you rate him, if there were a rating?”

"It's zero and it's night."

"...why these two answers?"

"Because he lied to me, he wrote the ending of the good story. That's zero points."

"It is also because I was able to find him in the dark night. I know that there will be countless people walking out in the dark night, but only he will come to me in the dark night, hold my hand, and lead me into the dawn .”