Russian Rice Ball Feeding Manual

When Shibusawa Tatsuhiko is not around.

Osamu Dazai and Fyodor both slumped.What poker face, what inscrutable, too lazy to pretend.

"Fei Jia," the grown-up Osamu Dazai probably didn't have any shame at all. He could call out nicknames even for clear enemies, "You're so cute."

"Each each other."

Although they have known each other for a long time, it is impossible for them to have the opportunity to get in close contact, let alone spend a period of time in close quarters.

Fyodor didn't know that Dazai would hang from a tree and swing, and the sand sculpture would jump off.

Dazai didn't know that Fyodor couldn't sleep because of the haunting, so he was doing things seriously.

It can be said that he has mastered a lot of the other party's dark history without stopping.

At least Dazai couldn't hold his face anymore...

"It's really a pity... I can't eat the steak that Fei Jia personally fried..." Dazai rested his chin, playing with the silver knife in his hand, "I didn't expect Fei Jia to be able to cook."

Fyodor tilted his head: "I didn't expect Dazai-kun's cooking level...comparable to magic."

Almost gritted his teeth.Medieval witchcraft is no match for a cauldron in the hands of Osamu Dazai.

They fell silent again.

"Should we continue with the original plan?" Dazai asked, "Is Fei Jia so cruel?"

At this time, I will stop pretending and have a showdown.I just predicted what you predicted and was ready for the prediction.

Fyodor didn't speak, and Osamu Dazai understood that he still planned to come as planned.

"Okay...the cruel Russians." He counted the steps of the next plan...there is a long way to go, "I thought Fedya would soften his heart so that I could avoid the next step Painful."

"If Dazai-kun is willing, you can join us." Fyodor looked at him, "It depends on the friendship in this autumn."

"Going to Russia? It's too cold, I refuse. Fyodor knows that he will fail, so it's too cunning to try to win him over now."

Dazai stood up and walked slowly towards the French window.

The new white coat gave him another look.It's too cold and too far away, although this is also a part of him, the part that is separated from the world.

"Mr Fyodor."

At this time, his voice was also cool, without the usual escape, nor the sweetness like honey.

"If your plan comes true..." Dazai woke up startled, bit his lip, and didn't continue to speak, but he believed that Fyodor would understand what he meant.

Outside the window is the white dead silence, and the fog is spreading.

That was the peace he yearned for so much.

Especially...after a long, dreamlike moment in autumn...

"Dazai-kun."

Suddenly Fyodor called him.

"what?"

Osamu Dazai caught what Fyodor threw with his backhand.Soft, he spread out his palm, it was a white handkerchief.

"I haven't had time to return it yet." Fyodor said flatly behind him, "I accidentally got a little red wine on my clothes when I was changing. I'm very sorry."

He avoided Dazai Osamu's gaze.

"Since he gave it to you, it's the same if you give it back to Mr. Dazai. Don't Mr. Dazai mind?"

a long time.

Dazai laughed.

"Fyodor, you have changed."

He wanted to clenched the handkerchief, but he didn't clenched it too hard. He turned his head and stared at the mist flowing outside again.

Try to live for a while until you wash your handkerchief.

......

In the extremely gorgeous Longyan Room, countless supernatural power crystals are neatly arranged as exhibits, beautiful and cruel.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko enthusiastically introduced his collection to his two guests.

It's just that today, they don't seem to want to join in.

"It's past eleven o'clock."

"Yeah, Shibusawa-kun has been talking for half an hour."

Osamu Dazai yawned.Fyodor was less obvious, but also showed a certain sleepiness.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko didn't believe at all that these two people would be sleepy by eleven o'clock, he just thought it was a sign of boredom.If he hadn't confirmed that nothing happened to the two of them, he would have felt that they had been taken away by something.

Sleepy at eleven o'clock?This healthy routine has nothing to do with them forever.

"It takes 21 days to form a habit."

"As far as I know, Dazai-kun slept past two o'clock in the morning on 21 out of the 20 days." Shibusawa Tatsuhiko said braggingly, "I investigated your electronic device usage records."

Osamu Dazai smiled at Shibusawa Ryuhiko, very tolerant.

He has always been tolerant of the dead.

"It's good to indulge sleepiness once in a while, it will make people miss something. Isn't it, Fyodor-kun?"

Fyodor covered his mouth and yawned.

"A good show is about to be staged." Shibusawa Tatsuhiko still thought they were bored.

......

And then many things happened.

Everything went as expected, Shibusawa was naturally defeated, the mess ended, and Fyodor briefly left Yokohama to attend to his own business.

Another combo, another rat in the house of death.

Not only did Osamu Dazai not die, but he was still alive and kicking around to stop him, which caused some headaches to some extent.

They killed each other, and avoided each other in some subtle places.

What happened in that autumn was buried in their hearts together.

Never mention it again.

......

Until they meet in prison.

"Hi, Fyodor-kun."

"Dazai-kun."

Fyodor has fully adapted to prison life at this time. The quiet and stable prison life can even keep in good health and eliminate dark circles under his eyes.

There is only Osamu Dazai who works from morning till night.

And it's all code words.

"Fei Jia! The two of us are really better than blue."

This is the second time they have mentioned something about that person.

"It feels like it happened yesterday." Osamu Dazai ate a sumptuous yuzu meal slowly, "Fei Jia still doesn't seem to like raw eggs."

"Dazai-kun is still as talkative as ever."

"Fyodor~" Osamu Dazai cracked an egg into the rice bowl, "I'm a little bored."

God knows he just said it was boring 10 minutes ago.

And if you ignore him, you will always be annoying on the opposite side. .

"Dazai-kun, if you are bored, you can play with yourself."

"No, I want to play guessing numbers with Fedya."

"Let me refuse."

"Okay then—" After being imprisoned, Osamu Dazai seemed to have regressed to his childhood and became childish, "Then can you tell me what Fyodor wants to do after he gets the book?"

"Didn't Dazai-kun know?"

Create a world without supernatural powers.

"I mean something else, something else..." Dazai suddenly became serious, "About Mingliu-kun."

"..."

"Fyodor, what are you avoiding? Do you want to escape?"

Fyodor ignored him.

He also seems a little childish.Maybe it's because you don't need to think too much when you are in prison. When you sit on the chess game, the outcome has already been decided, and you just need to let the chess pieces act on their own.Toggle it a little bit now and then.

Then there is the possibility of betting on fate.

Rare relaxation time, but must be interrupted by Osamu Dazai.

"If I say that I can fight against the enemy, will Fyodor-kun believe it?"

"...I don't believe it." Fyodor replied sincerely, "I won't believe anything Dazai-kun says."

"Fei Jia was clearly trying to recruit me a few months ago! He's such a changeable person!"

"I regret it. I should have let Dazai-kun sleep forever on that day."

Osamu Dazai made a face.

They can't beat anyone anyway.

Fyodor changed, both in means and in heart.Not so brutal.

Osamu Dazai is very satisfied with this matter, although he also doesn't care about those brutal actions, but it can reduce the workload, which is very good.

The most important thing is a change of heart.

His expression at this time is really sinister, more sinister than the poisonous snake that tempted Adam and Eve to eat the apple, and he is ready to watch a good show.In fact, he knew more about this aspect of emotion than Fyodor.

For a person like Fyodor, the expression he showed when the car was overturned was really alluring.

Osamu Dazai looked forward to it.

Anyway, according to the plan, we will be able to see that time soon.

Life goes on and on, making troubles.

For the sake of the handkerchiefs kept somewhere in the house.

……

And then later.

Skip no numbers, skip countless blanks.

More messy things are also resolved.

Fyodor barely survived, and Osamu Dazai was still alive.

It's just that the ideal is still not realized - in this matter, Dazai really wants to stop him no matter what.

Fyodor will never give up his ideals anyway, which means denying the meaning of his existence.

So the two had no choice but to continue the game, consuming too much energy.

Fyodor nests in a stronghold in Russia, a cold country with cold weather.During this period of time, except when he needed to change his base urgently, he almost never left the fireplace. He sat there most of the day, wrapped in a thick blanket, holding a notebook or a book, immersing himself in the dim light. things.

Then try to go to bed early and get up early.

The only one who will bother him is Gogol - who also luckily survives.

In the eyes of most people, Fyodor is conniving Gogol, very conniving.Even if he is interrupted while immersed in the book, he will not be angry, even if Gogol suddenly puts the matter of killing him into practice, he will not be angry.

Almost unconditionally tolerated.

This silver-haired boy never gave up the idea of ​​freedom, but the freedom he pursued was tightly bound to Fyodor.Fyodor was able to control him completely, and he was also excited about it-to be understood was simply the happiest thing in the world.

It is also the most painful thing for him.

On this day, he came to Fyodor again with a pervasive smile and a sunny but weird spirit: "Fedya! Are you reading again?"

Fyodor didn't raise his head: "What's the matter?"

"Does Fei Jia want to watch magic tricks?" He pinched the corner of his cloak, "Big transformation!"

With a flick of the cloak, there was an extra person on the originally empty ground, sitting cross-legged on the carpet.

"Dangdangdangdang~"

Fyodor looked up suddenly.

The book in his hand was not steady, and it fell on the carpet, making a muffled sound.

"He said he was looking for Fei Jia. I saw him outside, but he was only wearing these clothes in such a cold weather. I thought he was too pitiful, so I brought him here as a magic assistant. Interesting, isn't it?"

"And he gave Fei Jia's full name!" Gogol smiled brightly, "It must be true love who can remember Fei Jia's full name, yes, me too."

Gogol talked to himself for a while, only to realize that the other two were silent at all, and even Fyodor, who usually occasionally cheered, was terribly quiet.

He tilted his head.

Watching Fyodor get up from the comfortable sofa and walk to the boy he brought.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

The person sitting cross-legged on the ground raised his head: "Long time no see."

The emerald green eyes are as bright, transparent and sparkling as yesterday.Compared with the many incidents on his side, time seems to have stopped on him.The clothes she wore were the familiar Tang suits, and the tips of her ears and nose were frozen red, obviously not adapted to the Russian climate.

Fyodor observed very hard, guessing every detail.

Then he heard Ming Liu, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, ask a question, with a pure and confused voice:

"But who are you?" He tapped his chin with his finger. "I'm looking for Fedya. It's about... so tall. Are you his relative?"

Fyodor could clearly hear his breath catching.

That's right, they also forgot a lot of things when they crossed over.

The author has something to say: But Mingliu did not forget Fei Jia's full name hehe!

To be honest, when Fei Jia gave Dazai the handkerchief of Odasaku, I was very happy.

Tell me quickly, is this rice ball a good-hearted person ()

"Until the handkerchief is washed, try to live for a while."

Since then, the handkerchief has never been washed (dog head)

There have been too many code words recently, and I have been sitting for too long, which has caused me to "feel like sitting on pins and needles" when I sit down.

In human terms: My ass hurts when I type.

Although my ass hurts like hell, I still want to join the little red flower.

Especially when I finally wrote Wen Yechang...