Miss Tsushima

On a night with drizzling rain, the sky is already dark, and the watery ground reflects colorful lights. The lights on the street replace the starlight, shining brightly in the rain.

Chuya Nakahara stopped the motorcycle, halfway through the drive, Tsushima Hiiragi said he was hungry, and kept talking about asking him to eat, Nakahara Chuya didn't want to go at all, but remembered what he heard the leader warned Tsushima Hiiragi , his determination to keep a distance from her.

Just this last time, Zhongya Nakahara convinced himself in this way, followed the road pointed by Tsushima Hiiragi, and drove at high speed for a long time, and finally arrived at the shop that Tsushima Hiiragi said.

【Woodura】

He braked with his legs on the ground, and casually glanced at the signboard, "Didn't you say you're hungry, this is a bar."

Tsushima Hiiragi said with a smile, "I'm hungry, so I want to drink."

What kind of weird logic is this?The Chinese in the Central Plains are also speechless.

Tsushima Hiiragi got out of the car, her coiled hair was blown into a mess by the wind, she simply loosened her hair and combed it with her hands, Nakahara stopped the car aside and walked to Tsushima Hiiragi.

Nakahara Chuya pushed the door open for Tsushima Hiiragi, Tsushima smiled slightly at him, he turned his face uncomfortably, and walked in first.

"Welcome, ah...it's Ms. Tsushima!"

There were no customers in the store, and ten bundles of Totara books in white shirts and light-colored jeans lay on the table drowsily, and stood up to greet him when the door was pushed open.

When he saw Tsushima Hiiragi, he immediately relaxed and showed a smile. Because of this smile, his expression was very soft and vivid. He straightened his curled hair, stood up and walked over.

Shishu Tatara said in a familiar tone, "Are you coming to drink again? Brother Kusanagi is not here today."

"Vodka Martini, thank you." Tsushima Hiiragi sat on the high stool in front of the bar.

"Can I do the bartending?" Tokuta Tara looked at her helplessly, Tsushima Hiiragi nodded, and he turned to Nakahara Chuya, "What do you want to drink?"

Nakahara Chuya sat on the high stool in a well-behaved manner, silently listening to the conversation between Tsushima Hiiragi and Jutsu Tara, when suddenly asked about himself, he pressed his hat a little uncomfortably, thought for a while, and whispered Said, "Same as Tsushima-san..."

He thought about it, and pronounced it unskillfully, "Vodka Martini."

Tokuta Tara looked him over, and silently asked Tsushima Hiiragi with his eyes, Tsushima Hiiragi patted the back of Nakahara Chuya's hand, "Just give this kid a glass of milk."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also taken aback by the soft touch on the back of his hand, and immediately raised his head, "No, I want to drink too..."

Tsushima Hiiragi watched him with a smile, his voice became smaller and smaller until it was finally too low to be heard.

"You are 16 years old, and you are not yet old enough to drink." Tsushima Hiiragi ruthlessly refused his request to drink.

"I'm not a child anymore!" Zhongyuan Zhong also protested dissatisfied.

"But you're going to drive a motorcycle to take me back later, isn't it good to drink?"

"Ah...uh, ok, but I'm just not drinking today, I can drink!"

"I know."

Tsushima Hiiragi knew how to smooth the fur of small animals, and solved the problem lightly. Ten bunches of Tatara took out the milk first, poured a full cup and placed it in front of Nakahara Chuya.

While Nakahara Chuya was holding a cup to drink milk, he asked Tsushima Hiiragi in a low voice, "I said, isn't this age a bit too young?"

"Huh? What?"

"Age, Mr. Oda who came with you last time is okay, this one..." He quietly looked at Chuya Nakahara, "Isn't it too young? Is it really 16 years old?"

"It's not that kind of relationship..." Tsushima Hiiragi explained, "Do I look like a pervert who would attack little boys?"

Ten beams of Tatara put his fingers to his lips and meditated for a few seconds, but without speaking, he turned around with a smile and opened the wine cabinet to make drinks.

Does it look like she's going to attack a little boy?Remembering that Mori Ogai specially invited her to the Mafia building at the port as a "guest", warning himself to keep a distance from Osamu Dazai, Tsushima felt depressed.

She has normal interests and hobbies, and she is not like Mori Ogai. Mori Ogai himself is a lolicon, so how can I criticize her?

The more Tsushima thought about it, the more angry he was. He propped his chin and looked at the ten bunches of Tatara busy, "Add a little mint, add ice cubes, don't stir, shake it and add a little grenadine syrup."

Although Tokuta Tara claimed that he was not good at bartending, he was very skilled in his movements. Nakahara Nakata watched his movements, and Tsushima Hiiragi suddenly said, "Why do you think I am a good person?"

Nakahara Nakaya paused for two seconds before he realized that Tsushima Hiiragi was talking to him, and thought for a while, "There is no reason. Miss Tsushima is a good person. There is no reason to explain it."

"..."

"I'm not a good person, never have been." Tsushima Hiiragi stared at Nakahara Chuya seriously, and his tone became rare serious.

Nakahara also denied it, "Impossible, Miss Tsushima is the best person in the world, even if there is only one good person left in the world, it must be Miss Tsushima."

Blunting out the words in his heart too quickly, Nakahara Chuya lowered his head to drink the milk, covering his expression, Tsushima Hiiragi didn't pay attention to the boy's shy mood at this moment, only felt his eyes go dark.

This child, he truly believed that she was a good person unconditionally, and yearned to worship her.

Is there anything more terrifying than this?What Tsushima Hiiragi fears from the bottom of his heart is "respect". The so-called respect is just being deceived by her appearance. After understanding her inner heart, will anyone still love her?

Perfectly interpreting herself and deceiving others, when someone exposes her true nature, someone will definitely see through this disguise. How angry will that person be when she finds out that she has been deceived by her gentle appearance? (Note 1)

It's better to love her like dew, lightly, superficially, and only love her beautiful appearance, isn't it good?Why admire her, why try to see her gloomy, filthy interior.

Ten bunches of Tatara placed the glass wine glass containing the amber liquid in front of Tsushima Hiiragi, and Tsushima picked up the wine glass. There were large chunks of ice soaked in the glass. Fine water droplets, Tsushima Hiiragi held the wine glass tightly and wiped off the water droplets with his thumb.

She drank the liquid in the glass slowly, and the cold liquid flowed down the throat into the stomach, and the feeling of suffocation gradually faded away. In turn, she poured out the empty glass to ensure that there was not a single drop left.

She motioned for ten bunches of Tatara to pour her another cup.

Shishu Tatara stopped what he was doing, and frowned slightly, "Let me tell you, the alcohol content is not low."

"If you drink like this, you won't live until next month." He joked.

She didn't reply for a long time, and she held the wine glass tightly, as if holding on to a life-saving straw, "It doesn't matter."

"Continued Cup."

Tokuta Tara stared at her expression, sighed, and mixed the wine wordlessly, and Nakahara Nakaya noticed something strange in Tsushima Hiiragi's tone, and looked at her with some anxiety.

"Brother Shishu, there's a really cool motorcycle parked outside, look—"

The door was suddenly pushed open, and the other members of Barbara came back, Hatta Misaki's carefree voice came in, he looked back and walked in, when he saw Tsushima Hiiragi at first glance, he immediately lost his voice, his face flushed red Hiding behind the round sickle itself.

Kusanagi Izumo greeted familiarly, "Miss Tsushima is here again today, thank you for taking care of our business."

He and Tsushima Hiiragi were acquainted, and Tsushima Hiiragi often came here to drink, and every time he spent a lot of money on his favorite bar, more than half of the purchase cost was contributed by this lady.

Tsushima Hiiragi greeted him and put down his glass, "Then, I will take my leave today."

She pressed her forehead, stood up slowly, and walked out. Zhou Fangzun was leaning sideways, smoking a cigarette. When she passed by, he raised his eyelids, lowered his head and looked at her lazily, and turned sideways to let her pass.

When the figure was far away, Kusanagi Izumo sighed, "Miss Tsushima is really amazing, and I changed another one. Although this one looks quite young this time, she is very masculine."

He seemed to like Chuya Nakahara's hat and black suit.

"I think Mr. Oda from last time is more suitable." Tokata Tara put away the used wine glass and said while busying, "This one, how should I put it, even if you don't say your age, it doesn't look too suitable. .”

"His motorcycle is cool." Misaki Hatta, who returned to normal after the woman left, was still reminiscing about the cool motorcycle that made him fall in love at first sight, and suddenly he raised his head, "Brother Shishu, why are you so leisurely! Miss Tsushima They were almost snatched away by others!"

Tokuta Tara was stunned for a second, then laughed, "Miss Tsushima and I are friends."

"The Mr. Oda from last time was a friend of Ms. Tsushima, so this one today is also a friend of Ms. Tsushima." Hatta Misaki looked at him angrily.

"It's really a friend, just a friend, not what you think."

Hatta Misaki, who has never seen girls since she was a child, and who has never even held a girl's hand, sighed sincerely for Shishu Tara's failure to get on the road, and turned to look at her most respected king.

Zhou Fangzun sat lazily on the sofa, and under Misaki Hatta's expectant gaze, he took a puff of cigarette before he said slowly, "The last time was more suitable."

"Let me just say it." Tokuta Tara smiled.

After Zhou Fangzun finished speaking, he extinguished the cigarette and lay down on the sofa. He didn't say anything. From his point of view, Tsushima Hiiragi always looked desperate. Every time she came a few years ago, Zhou Fangzun felt that her The expression seems to say, this is the last side.

So much so that when she came again next time, Zhou Fangzun was surprised, he didn't expect that she was still alive.

Tsushima Hiiragi, who drank a lot of wine, calmed down and sat obediently on the back seat of the motorcycle. Nakahara Nakahara also breathed a sigh of relief, and drove the car to the door of Tsushima Hiiragi's house based on memory.

Tsushima Hiiragi jumped out of the car, leaned against the wall in a daze, and Nakahara Chuya looked at her worriedly, "Miss Tsushima..." Are you okay?

Tsushima Hiiragi waved his hand, "Thank you today, I..."

Before she could finish her sentence, the window on the second floor was suddenly pushed open with a bang.

Osamu Dazai stuck out his head in his pajamas, put his arms on the window frame, leaned out half of his body, the moonlight shone on his face, he tilted his head, and said in a soft but loud voice,

"Isn't this Chuya? What are you doing outside his house so late?"

Zhongye?Central Plains... Central Plains?

Tsushima Hiiragi suspected that she was hallucinating from drinking too much alcohol, and the world was spinning, she took two steps back to support the wall, yes, she must have drunk too much alcohol, where did it come from, hallucinations, hallucinations, hallucinations...

"Bastard Dazai, why are you here?"

Osamu Dazai stepped on his slippers and came down, opened the door and walked to Tsushima Hiiragi, and looked at Chuya Nakahara with a smile, "Yeah, why am I here? The slug must not understand, right?"

"Bastard mackerel, do you want to fight?" Zhongya Nakahara was angry.

Osamu Dazai, Chuya Nakahara, slugs, mackerel...

His weak nerves were repeatedly tortured, and Tsushima Hiiragi suddenly felt dizzy, retched, and his consciousness began to become blurred.

"Miss Tsushima??!!"

The sound of panic seemed to come from far away, and Tsushima Hiiragi couldn't understand the sound anymore, as if someone pulled her in his consciousness, put his arms around her waist, and pressed his warm hand against her stomach .

However, she was unable to respond.

Tsushima Hiiragishi's eyes went dark, and he passed out immediately.