Miss Tsushima

"Want? Anything you want is fine?" Osamu Dazai cast his eyes on Tsushima Hiiragi beside him, and asked her with a smile, "Really?"

Tsushima Hiiragi didn't answer his question, but instead asked him, "What do you think?"

"Want? What do you want?" Osamu Dazai propped his chin, looking like he was thinking? But Tsushima Hiiragi knew that he must have thought about it a long time ago? Well, now this awkward thinking look? It's just that It's just a strategy of his mind.

Sure enough, Osamu Dazai put on an indecisive look? After only being silent for a while, he smiled, clapped his hands,

"So, let's start with drinking?"

He used a questioning sentence pattern, and his tone was indeed unquestionably affirmative.

Tsushima Hiiragi Toki? Look? Him, "Drink?"

"Yes, yes." Osamu Dazai stretched out his index finger, tilted his head with a smile, "I remember, Ms. Tsushima, are you a good drinker?"

He lined up the wine bottles in front of him one by one?, juniper, vodka, whiskey, all top-notch spirits. Osamu Dazai brushed these bottles with his fingertips, and lowered his eyes, "How about it, just drink these?" .”

He skillfully opened the wine bottle, poured the light golden gin wine into the transparent wine glass, then poured half of the whiskey on the side, added a little rum, and lifted the glass up , shaking slightly, Tsushima Hiiragi saw several kinds of spirits mixed together, pale gold, amber and white blended together, and finally turned into a light brown.

"Will it taste bad?" Osamu Dazai put the glass close to his face with a puzzled face, "If it becomes difficult to swallow, there will be no point in drinking together? By the way, like this alright!"

He ran into the kitchen, and after a while, he came out with a lot of things in his arms, and excitedly asked Tsujima Hiiragi, "What should I add? Should I add this detergent, or this food desiccant?"

"Give me some cyanide-potassium." Tsushima Hiiragi slightly raised his eyes to look at him, and said without changing his face.

Osamu Dazai's movements slowly stopped in the air, and the smile on his face gradually faded, "Miss Tsushima, you really don't understand the style, no, maybe this is the ultimate romance!" Looking around, "I see? Look?, cyanide-potassium..."

Tsushima Hiiragi sighed, "Okay, if you came to me just to drink wine mixed with detergent, I'm going back."

"Okay! Ms. Tsushima is too much! Obviously you said it first..." Osamu Dazai puffed up his face, and threw the things in his arms aside, "Just add a little lemon, mint, and sea salt, is that okay? Alright."

"Wait, add some pomegranate molasses, I don't want to drink without that." Tsushima Hiiragi glanced at it, and ordered casually, "This kind of thing doesn't taste very good at first sight."

Osamu Dazai turned back to the kitchen and took out a small bottle of grenadine syrup. Tsushima Hiiragi stared wide-eyed, "You really have this kind of thing?"

Osamu Dazai opened the bottle cap with his thumb, smiled at Tsushima Hiiragi, tilted the bottle mouth slightly, the viscous liquid slowly poured into the wine glass, and the rich sweet aroma of pomegranate permeated the air.

"Come on." Osamu Dazai gently wiped off the syrup on the rim of the cup with his fingers, and licked his fingers, "Ah, it's called syrup...so bitter."

He put the bubbling wine glass in front of Tsushima Hiiragi, tilted his head, "Please—"

"...Do you want to get me drunk?" Tsushima Hiiragi looked down at the wine glass in front of him. He didn't need to put it into his mouth. He knew how strong the wine was just by smelling the pungent smell. She looked at Osamu Dazai who was watching her with his chin propped up with interest, "You really are a dirty lord."

"How could Ms. Tsushima be drunk?" Dazai Osamu's kite-colored eyes flashed a misty gleam, "Even if you pour a whole bottle of vodka into your mouth, you won't get drunk, right?"

Osamu Dazai lowered his head and fiddled with his fingers, said something indistinctly, then raised his head again.

"Miss Tsushima, do you know about shotguns?"

He raised the wine glass to the side of his face, showing a mischievous smile, "How about we play like this?"

"Shotgun? Dazai-kun, isn't this a bit obscene?" Tsushima Hiiragi looked at the cup, "It's not impossible, but is it really necessary?"

"You don't want to? Then let's be fair. How about this, let's draw the big and small." Osamu Dazai took out a deck of playing cards from the bottom of the table, "Whoever is big will drink."

He skillfully took out the playing cards, shuffled them casually, and scattered the deck of cards on the table, "Let's draw."

Tsushima Hiiragi slowly tightened his fingers, the arc of his mouth gradually disappeared, and stared at Osamu Dazai.

"Osamu Dazai, are you serious?"

The so-called shotgun is popular among alcoholics. It is a very barbaric drinking method. The bottle is turned upside down and shaken, and then a hole is drilled in the bottom of the bottle, so that the liquid under the impact of air pressure is poured into the stomach like a bullet. , drink a whole bottle of wine within five seconds, which is the so-called shot-gun drinking method.

If this drinking method is bottled, the moment the bottle is opened, the liquid sprayed out will shoot the face of the drinker, and it will definitely be embarrassing to swallow the liquid hard at the moment the liquid is scattered.

Tsushima Hiiragi Toki originally thought that Osamu Dazai wanted to play tricks on her like this.

But judging from his current performance, this is not the case.

If you want to let her drink it, just put the wine glass in front of her. Even though she is reluctant, she will drink it, but Osamu Dazai decided who will drink it by comparing luck. decision.

This competition is not about luck or something like nothingness.

Even if it wasn't the cards he prepared, Tsushima Hiiragi believed that Osamu Dazai had already recorded the cards the moment he dealt the cards. For him, everything is transparent and simple.

Tsushima Hiiragi looked at Osamu Dazai in silence, he was propping his chin with one hand, the smile in his eyes was hazy, and he spread his hand on the table, urging her to make a choice.

There is no other possibility.

He thought? Do you want to drink it yourself?

Tsushima Hiiragi slowly frowned, the mixed spirits, if it was her, forget it, Dazai Osamu came to drink, this glass of wine could send him directly to the emergency room.

No, it is not impossible to send it directly to the morgue.

Osamu Dazai is picky eater and doesn't like to eat well. He always eats some weird things. Because of the fragility of his stomach, he drank a glass of high-purity mixed spirits in five seconds. This behavior——

It's no different than suicide.

"Because it's a mixed drink, so there's no bottle?" Osamu Dazai stared at the rippling microwaves in the glass, with a little bit of golden light, "Drink it in five seconds, can you?"

Tsushima Hiiragi's palms were slowly moistened, and his heartbeat gradually accelerated. The complex patterns of the poker scattered in front of him were reflected in his eyes, and gradually twisted into strange whirlpools.

She raised her hand and hovered over the card with her fingertips, unable to make a decision.

After a long silence, she pressed her hand to a card on the table.

"Then I'll choose this one!" Osamu Dazai happily tilted his head, and put his hand on a card, "Miss Tsushima, what time is yours?"

Tsushima Hiiragi's fingers lightly and slowly stroked the back of the poker, "Dazai-kun, let's see first? Yours."

"Okay." Osamu Dazai flipped the poker over and threw it on the table, "It's K."

Tsushima Hiiragi slowly turned over her poker, and following her movements? Curly-haired, red-nosed, colorful clowns with funny smiles appeared on the cards bit by bit?

"joker." Osamu Dazai read out slowly, "Is... a clown?"

His eyes stayed on Tsushima Hiiragi's hand. Her slender fingers casually rested on the surface of the poker card. The clown under her finger was playing ball acrobatics. Beside the smile, she couldn't move her red eyes.

He stared blankly at the smear of red, feeling that everything in the world was fading, gradually turning gray, only red, which was a burning and swaying flame, and his scorching eye sockets began to ache.

"My lord." Tsushima Hiiragi touched his chin, "It's really bad luck."

She smiled slightly, picked up the wine glass, and drank it down without giving Osamu Dazai any time to hesitate.

The mixed strong alcohol can't taste any taste at all. From the moment of entrance, it feels like a burning tongue, and the burning pain falls straight into the stomach.

Just by smelling this smell, you will feel pungent, really? Yes, good wine is ruined, what is the difference between this and drinking alcohol directly?In addition to the alcohol smell that is so strong that the taste fails instantly, there is only an excessive amount of syrup added, which is so sweet that it is sour and bitter.

Tsushima Hiiragi turned the empty wine glass upside down, not a single drop remained.

"Has it been five seconds?" Her smile remained the same, she slowly raised her eyelids, and looked at Osamu Dazai with pure black pupils shining with light, "Are you still playing?"

Osamu Dazai stared blankly at the scattered poker in front of him.

Tsushima Hiiragi looked at his expression and didn't ask any more questions.

She stood up, leaned her back on the table, raised her wine glass, and consciously stretched out her hand to the wine bottle. She focused on the wine glass, and with the tilt of her wrist, the wine was slowly poured into it. Little by little, it rose and filled the glass.

Tsushima Hiiragi raised his wine glass to face the light, and the wine in the glass swayed, like a sparkling golden ocean, dotted with sparkles like broken diamonds, flickering and extinguishing.

"Let's smoke, Dazai-kun." Tsushima Hiiragi leaned back against the table, put her hands on the table casually, and shook the wine glass lightly. She didn't turn her head, but tilted her head slightly, slightly smoked by the spirit She glanced at him from the corner of her reddened eye, with a rambling smile?

"How much is it?"

Dazai Osamu turned over the card in front of her without saying a word, which was the Seven of Hearts, and Tsushima Hiiragi casually turned over the nearest card in her hand, the Queen of Spades.

"it's me again?"

Tsushima Hiiragi smiled slightly, pulled the loose hair behind his ears with one hand, and lowered his head to get closer to the wine glass.Osamu Dazai grabbed her wrist.

"Ok?"

Tsushima Hiiragi, who was interrupted, raised his eyebrows slightly, lowered his head in doubt, and Dazai Osamu, who was sitting, raised his hand and held her wrist tightly. The loose and frivolous smile on his face disappeared. His face is expressionless? It looks like a boy at the age of fourteen.

He slowly pursed his lips, his face turned pale, but his eyes were amazingly bright.

"You're always like this." Osamu Dazai's voice was contained between his lips and teeth, low and low, as if it melted into the air as soon as he said it.

"what?"

Tsushima Hiiragi looked at Osamu Dazai who stood up slowly and stood in front of him, showing a bewildered, pure smile like a small flower blooming.

Osamu Dazai turned around abruptly, and Tsushima Hiiragi was also driven by his movement to face the table involuntarily. The scattered poker cards on the table were scattered all over the table. Dazai Osamu did not hesitate, Grabbed one of them.

Between his fingers is a joker.

Messy curly hair with a red nose?, striped bloomers, a two-tone hat?, pointed shoes?, and a funny grin.

joker, clown, fool.

He reached out and took out the clown card that Tsushima Hiiragi had pressed under the wine bottle, and the two cards were laid out in the palm of his hand, they were exactly the same without any difference.

"Why are there two joker cards?"

"Miss Tsushima, don't you want to explain?" Osamu Dazai lowered his head and clenched the cards in his hand.

Tsushima Hiiragi didn't speak.

"I think? What's going on? What does it have to do with Ms. Tsushima?"

Osamu Dazai threw the cards in his hand on the table?

"Why do you care about me?! Since you are leaving, why do you have to turn back? What happens to me has nothing to do with you, Miss Tsushima? Why do you care about me? Why do you want to care about me?"

"You are always like this, why do you want to do this? If you want to go, just go, don't do this kind of behavior that will be misunderstood!"

Osamu Dazai noticed that his voice was a little hysterical, and his fingers clenched deeply into the palm of his hand, uncontrollably exerting force, force, deeply piercing into the flesh.

It was like sinking into the mud and never being able to rise up. The mud covered his mouth and nose so softly, brought about by the dizzy feeling of suffocation, as if floating on the feathers?, a light and fluffy feeling.

Once again, unable to struggle, fell into the quagmire.

Osamu Dazai snatched the wine glass from Tsushima Hiiragi's hand, raised his head and drank it down.

When he drank the liquid in the glass, his fingers trembled disobediently. When he put down the glass, a pale smile appeared on his face, "Sure enough..."

He felt that the wine was probably too strong, and his eyes and nose began to sour.

Osamu Dazai put the wine glass gently on the table?, turned around and walked towards Tsushima Hiiragi who was silent at the side, put his face in her arms,

"Why do you do this? Why do you still do it? Leave me alone... Do you treat everyone like this?"

"Dazai-kun, are you drunk?"

"If I say I'm drunk, will Miss Tsushima make me do something?"

"No, this is too bad." Tsushima Hiiragi pushed him away, "It smells like alcohol, it's so annoying, don't come close."

"Miss Tsushima is a big liar? Anyway, I won't believe a single word you say." The vague words melted intermittently between the lips that were close to him, and he stuck it up, "If you don't want it, you want it." of? Think about it."

The strong liquor, the moment you drink it, you can taste the sweet apple flavor.

"Hey, is it magic? Can Ms. Tsushima do magic?"

"Let me be a magician."

"Then turn me into your shadow? Okay?"

Dazai Osamu, who finished drinking a large glass of apple juice, stuck to Tsushima Hiiragi's body tightly in a drunken character, kept messing around, raised his red eyes that seemed to be too drunk, With sparkling eyes,

"Hey, I don't like the taste of wine. My mouth is full of alcohol, so disgusting."

"Then what flavor do you like?" Tsushima Hiiragi looked at Osamu Dazai who looked like a kitten coquettishly with great interest.

"I like your smell." He leaned closer, "I want to hug you, can you?"

He can never ascend.

He sank too deep.

"Dazai-kun, you don't seem to have given me a chance to refuse at all." Tsushima Hiiragi who was gently pressed down on the futon by Dazai Osamu showed a helpless smile, "I said no? Will you listen? "

"No!" Dazai Zhi tilted his head confidently, "After all, I'm drunk."

Yeah, getting drunk on apple juice.

Tsushima Hiiragi sighed speechlessly.

"I've thought about it a long time ago, Miss Tsushima, you seem to only wear long skirts." Osamu Dazai smiled slightly, "Obviously you have such beautiful legs."

The long skirt made of cotton and linen softly hangs down to the calf, revealing slender and beautiful ankles.

However, the long skirt is also the most suitable for her. After all, the scenery covered by the long skirt is as good as he has seen alone.

Slowly going up? Under the rolled up long skirt, slender legs are exposed.

Slender and white, like snow that is about to melt, the slender lavender blood vessels under the fair skin are transparent and gorgeous.

"Miss Tsushima's body is so easy to leave traces."

The cat that had been nestling in her arms before put its paws on her legs, and pressed the paw prints like plum blossoms on the soft skin, because Mei Zhi? The traces have not disappeared until now.

It's like the red marks on her cheeks when she took a nap, except that the cat's footprints were left on her legs, because they have faded a little, and turned into a light pink.

And really, who would have thought that there would be cat paw prints under her dress if she hadn't had the chance to lift it up?

This kind of opportunity, in the end, only he can have it.

Dazai Osamu focused on this mark, because the paw prints produced by the pressing were left on the thighs? On a piece of pure white?, there was a seductive light red mark.

He stretched out his hand, touched it carefully, and traced the cute cat's footprints with his fingers.

"May I?"

"If you want? If you want, it's up to you."

Osamu Dazai lowered his head, approached Tsushima Hiiragi's face, and slowly smiled, "Don't have such a relaxed expression."

"I'll make you cry." He straightened up slightly, untied the bandage on his hand, and said softly,

"Tonight, I won't let you sleep."

The author has something to say: I have been very long recently! (proud chest)

It was originally divided into two chapters, and I posted it once.

Zai Zai is using death to test his status in Miss Tsushima's heart

Well, it's very important, cool

(By the way, I also confirmed that Tsushima Hiiragi's ability and his ability cannot be eliminated, and he is so thoughtful when he is in a relationship. The heart is strange, tsk tsk)

，感谢在2020-11-0723:52:10~2020-11-0823:39:35期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the mine: Dazai's sun sss1;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of Zimeng and Qingwan;

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