Russian Rice Ball Feeding Manual

"I can't ask for it."

Osamu Dazai said.

"If you can really keep him safe."

Herein lies the problem.

"How do you ensure his safety?" He couldn't relax at all, and he couldn't leave this matter to anyone.

"I'm curious about this too." Mingliu distanced himself from Dazai, and instead of sitting down, he found something to lean against, "With Odasaku's strength and personality, you don't have to worry about his safety anywhere. Mr. Dazai is so worried about his safety, what is he afraid of?"

He has always had a terrible intuition emotionally. When he speculates, he hardly uses the normal brain circuit and jumps side to side.

"Have you experienced the death of Oda Tsukuru? But the Oda Tsukuru in this world is still alive, um...you used books to change reality?"

"I haven't witnessed it." Osamu Dazai crossed his fingers, propped his chin up, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"...I don't understand."

Ming Liu gave up thinking.

"...Friends are creatures that want to stick together every day, eat together, live together and play together...It's really too early for me to understand Dazai's thoughts."

Sticking together every day is definitely beyond the scope of friends.

Osamu Dazai complained in his heart.

...Although he also wants to stick with Oda Tsukuru every day.

"Mingliu...really? I hope you can understand that I'm letting you mess around here just because you're Odasaku's friend." The voice of the last few sentences is very soft, so light that it's almost impossible to hear the hidden meaning There is a heavy sense of anxiety in it, "If fate wants to take away the only thing left, then what is the point of everything? I can't trust his affairs to others. Only this matter, I can't. "

Mingliu blinked.

He doesn't like Osamu Dazai of this world.

Although Osamu Dazai will always be Osamu Dazai, the relationship is based on time and shared memories. He has never had any contact with this Osamu Dazai, nor does he love all the Osamu Dazai because of one Osamu Dazai .Like he didn't find the Fyodor of this world cute.

"It's up to you." Ming Liu put his hand on the glass, and the strengthened glass had cracks like spider webs, but it didn't shatter.He put in a little more effort, "You know, I didn't choose to hang the leader of Mafia on the street lamp to dry for a few days, just because Odasaku didn't want to see it."

Dazai stared at him, his iris eyes were emotionless: "Really?"

"The Dazai I know is not someone like you."

"Then don't call me Dazai." The leader's voice was completely cold, "We don't know each other well, do we?"

Ming Liu was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head to let his bangs cover his eyes, so he couldn't see his face clearly under the backlight.

"Yes."

He smashed the glass, then reached out to touch the wind and let his body fall.

Of course, he didn't want to commit suicide, and before the gravity completely dominated him, he grabbed the point of focus that was fleeting when he turned around, and kicked the broken glass and rolled into that floor.

......

It has been a long time since anyone dared to confront Mafia head-on.

In this world, Mafia has become some kind of irresistible behemoth, too lazy to hide in the dark, and openly stretches out his hand to dusk and day, wantonly breaking the balance and expanding endlessly.

That's why the employees of the Mafia building were horrified today that such a serious mistake had occurred.God knows what kind of wrath their gloomy leader will throw.

Dun was the most flustered.

He thinks he didn't protect Mr. Dazai well.Although theoretically there was nothing wrong with him, and the only thing wrong was that he was too weak—but Dun still panicked and went to the chief's office to plead guilty.The purple-golden pupils had a pleading expression, trembling constantly due to nervousness, a fragile expression that was almost crying.

"I did not complete the task of protecting Mr. Dazai."

The slender and sensitive nerves are naturally incompatible with Mafia.But the bloody and brutal ability is Mafia's best minion.

"Dun Jun, stand up."

Unlike usual, Dazai's voice was quite gentle, without the anger Atsushi imagined.

"It's nothing serious."

"But... isn't Mr. Dazai's plan very important?" Atsushi knew that Dazai had a plan that had to be completed. Over the past few years, Dazai would occasionally spit out some riddles, some of which were quickly confirmed, and some of which remained the same. It's a mystery.

The leader possesses demonic prescience, which is recognized by them.

"It doesn't affect the plan." Because the chief's office was damaged, Dazai changed his office, but the tone remained the same, gloomy and dark, "Atsushi-kun, don't worry, the mistake will be corrected soon."

He has been bandaged all year round, with only one eye exposed, and he likes to be in dark places. The iris-colored eyeballs are soaked in pitch-black, flowing with viscous malice—Dun lowered his head after just one glance, he always felt that someone wanted to Bad luck.

The leader is probably... in a bad mood.

……

Mingliu returned to Oda Writer earlier than Fyodor.

Writer Oda was a little deserted during the day, and the children were sent to another place to study, so there were only various traces left in the empty room, and various toys, paper and pen graffiti were randomly thrown on the ground.

Mingliu and Fyodor lived in the low and low attic of the Oda writer. There were really no vacant rooms, and all the rooms that could be filled were filled with children's things.Therefore, Oda Tsukuru plans to save up the manuscript fee and buy a big house, at least to be able to reserve a few vacant rooms.

In this case, it is more comfortable to have friends come to visit.

Mingliu wandered around Odasaku's house, like a cat, exploring a new territory with curiosity, and finally crawled into the attic with a bent body, and nested there.

The sun has moved to the west, and the sunlight did not fall directly into the attic. It was reflected on the wooden boards several times, and finally turned into a warm and dim tone, filling the entire small space.

Good night's sleep.

When he opened his eyes again, Fyodor also came back, also nestled in the attic, watching him intently from a small corner from a distance.

Then Ming Liu turned over, rolled a little towards Fyodor, and moved over to hug him.Or rather, he forced himself into his arms, pressed his cheek against the furry cloak, and lazily let out a sigh of relief.

"what time is it?"

"Seven fifty-five."

That's two hours of sleep.

It wasn't long, but the sleep was a little heavy, and the bones were crisp. Mingliu yawned a little, and burrowed into Fyodor's thick clothes.

Fyodor looked at it for a while longer.

Every time Ming Liu was injured or sick, or when his energy was exhausted and he was in a bad mood, he would become a little lethargic.But Fyodor didn't expose it, he didn't want to pursue what he did at this moment, anyway, it was nothing more than to toss Dazai Osamu, happy to hear it.

Ming Liu maintained this posture and squinted for another 10 minutes.During this period, the whole person kept sliding down, almost leaning on Fyodor's waist.

The pointed chin rested on the soft stomach, and the pressure was not very comfortable. Fyodor wanted to adjust the position, but Mingliu wrapped around his waist and hugged him like a pillow.So Fyodor stretched out his hand and rubbed the palm of the person lying on his body, trying to make him change his position actively.

"Fyodor, let's go back in a few days."

"Well, you don't want to play anymore?"

"Osamu Dazai..." He pronounced the name breathlessly, like a cat waking up and venting its anger indiscriminately, "You're a bastard."

what.

Fyodor sighed heavily in his heart:

Have you finally thrown the filter and realized it?

That kind of cat has no breeding value.

Ming Liu propped himself up on the floor and sat up, there was still a bit of hazy mist in his eyes, but he insisted on holding on to Dazai's matter: "Almost, almost wanted to fork him up and hang him on the street lamp , air-dried for three days and three nights and then kicked down and smashed."

Fyodor measured how angry this was, and found he couldn't tell.

Because there is no one who can make Mingliu angry and not get beaten.

He stretched out his hand and rubbed the angry Mingliu with his knuckles, as a way to appease him: "Mr. Oda left a dinner."

Ming Liu woke up: "Sweet curry or spicy curry?"

“Spicy curry.”

"Okay!" He was a little too anxious when he stood up, knocking on the low roof, and quickly squatted down, clutching his forehead and screaming for pain.

Fyodor couldn't help laughing, and was thrown down by Mingliu for a while.

I climbed down to have dinner when I had had enough trouble.

Before this.

"Bedtime story, can Fei Jia read it?"

Fyodor's eyes fell on the book Ming Liu was holding.He put so much energy into it that he couldn't move it away for a while.If this book can be called a bedtime story, it is the most sleepless story in the world.

Ming Liu pushed the book into his arms indifferently.

"I want a bedtime story after dinner."

The author has something to say: The story of the leader Zai should be just right as a bedtime story. It's not sharp, it's sweet and cute, black and white, full of laughs.

(dog head)

……

In the past few days, from Friday to Sunday, I have practiced uninterrupted every day, from morning to night.

And it cost a lot of money, all kinds of expenses added up to more than one thousand, one day, one thousand was spent.

If you can't pass the test of subject two, one thousand will be in vain.Continue to 1000r for the next exam

(serene)

......

Fortunately, I passed the exam, crying and crying.

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感谢在2021-11-2923:32:42~2021-12-0519:28:15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 threw the grenade: Min Fei 1;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: No blame 1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: Moli Happy 20 bottles;

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