My name is Dazai

Bisou means face-to-face salute in French, and the French are known for their openness. The woman's words were obviously teasing Tangun and telling him not to think too much.

Tangun was only stunned for a moment when he was kissed suddenly, and then calmed down.

If you chat with enough people, and you have visited many flower streets with the writer Zai, the probability of being kissed or touched suddenly will increase greatly.

Tangun didn't wipe his face either, but looked at the writer Jae who was standing at the door: "The competition is over." The woman gave Tangun a hard look at the writer Jae when she heard Tangun's words.

She didn't feel angry that she became one of the competition events... She walked up to the writer Zai and took out a business card: "Come and play with me when you have time."

The writer Zai put on a smile again on his face after being in a daze: "Well, I took it back, but don't think I'm boring when the time comes."

The shop assistant couldn't help but click her tongue when she watched the communication between the three people.

Is this the high-level Neptune?

No matter how embarrassing the previous atmosphere was, they could still be in harmony as if they had been soaked in sugar water.

Writer Jae watched the woman leave, his face suddenly collapsed, he looked at Tangun and the rose in his hand with resentful eyes.

how to say……

It is a familiar feeling.

It's like coming home to find that my wife has rolled with another man.

But looking at Tangun, he felt that there was no reason for this jealous smell.

So he sat down next to Tangun angrily.

Tangun looked at the rose in his hand, then handed it to Jae the Writer: "If you don't want to give it to you, you can go out and sell these flowers." Jae the Writer pressed the rose back to Tangun's chest, and said in an aggrieved voice, "That's right. don't want."

Tangun put the flowers vertically on the back seat, and heard the writer Jae muttering, "I said I bought the flowers because of me, but now I give them to you, Tangun. We're still good friends..."

Tangun pretended he didn't hear it.

The writer Zai was obviously complaining, and he complained a lot.

"This is not the first time something like this has happened." Tangun curled his lips and said disapprovingly.

Writer Jae was shocked at first, then lost in thought.

It does seem to be like this.

Writer Zai has always been very popular with girls, but it is so popular that everyone's chances are reduced.

Tangun, who has been by his side all the time, can be said to be a common backup when the writer is out of schedule.

The two were silent for a while, and then the writer Jae mumbled: "You are not afraid that the dark guy will know."

The dark guy was obviously referring to the leader Jae.

Tangun rubbed his hand under his chin for a while, and then began to reach for his pocket.

The clerk probed: "Is this looking for a bug?"

She had also heard about Osamu Dazai dropping bugs on others.

One hand squeezed Tangun's cell phone out of his pocket.

Butengzai came in without knowing when, he leaned on Tangun's body, opened the back cover of Tangun's flip phone, and threw something out from inside.

"...a bug?" Tangun asked hesitantly.

"Yeah." Wu Detective Zai chuckled, "Obviously he already knew."

Tangun deeply crossed his hands under his chin, making a pensive look: "So how much did you both sell?" "Aren't you going to save it?" Wu Zhenzai asked first.

Instead, the writer Zai was too lazy to ask this question.

"This can't change the ending, right?" Tangun chose to be happy before dying.

Just like the leader asked him to kiss in public, Tangun always chose to kiss first and then die.

He is just a hedonist who is a little more rational than the author Jae.

"That's right." Butengzai nodded in approval, and then sat on Tangun's lap.

Tangun looked blankly at the big black cat sitting on his lap.

Wu Jingzai is taller than him, which causes him to only see the home Zai from a little above Wu Zhenzai's shoulder.

Writer Zai stared far away, like a cat that has been robbed of a can of snacks.

"No matter how miserable a death is, it's nothing more than a one-time death." Butekunzai turned his body and put his arms around Tangun's neck, making himself sit more stably.

Writer Jae narrowed his eyes, then snorted forcefully.

"Are you jealous?" The clerk wiped the cup clean, and complained.

It was the same before, whose jealousy the writer Zai was eating.

"Which of you two won?" Tangun was actually very curious.

Although the memory is very vague, he feels that the writer Zai is almost invincible in love.The faint melancholy under the liveliness is irresistible, and in addition, he is faintly flattering when getting along with others, who can refuse the overtures of a handsome man?Although the writer Zai has a young mind, his actual age is almost enough to be called an uncle, and the addition of age makes him more attractive.

Tangun feels that compared with the writer Jae, the image he presents to the outside world always has a feeling of being out of the normal. Compared with the writer Jae, he seems to be a little less entangled, less realistic, and less charming, but he is smart, maybe What strategy can be added.

"Tangun asked 'how much did you sell' before, as if we sold our flesh and body." Wu Zhenzai fished out from his pocket amidst the confusion of the clerk, "Isn't selling your luster the same as selling your flesh and body?" A handful of change, "10 yuan."

The shop assistant almost spit out.

This is equivalent to the turnover of the store for several days.

Writer Jae is still counting the money, and neither of them can actually see each other, so even Bute Jae doesn't know how much he sold.

Finally, the writer Zai spit out a number: "12."

Wu Jingzai's expression cracked.

Tangun and the clerk squirted out together.

So these two guys sold over 1000 roses in a day?On this not special day?

"Impossible! I can't believe this guy is more attractive than me!" The big black cat on Tangun's lap frowned, "Did you sell flowers for more than the stipulated price?" "No!" the writer Jae exclaimed , "It's very troublesome to calculate more than this price! I don't want to cheat! I said that you can't even cheat than me?"

"Am I the kind of person who can cheat?" Wu Jingzai was not to be outdone.

"You are!"

"I think you are too!"

"You are you, you are you!"

"No, you are there!"

Tangun: "..." So you two Dazai are arguing whether Dazai is cheating or not?

The lady clerk gave this talk out of [-] out of [-], which is the level of a primary school student.

"Even if you cheated, you must have cheated a lot!" the writer Zai continued to accuse.

"I think it's easier for people with poor brains to lie about exaggerated data." Wu Xunzai let out a breath of contempt from his nostrils.

Tangun ordered two more glasses of lemonade for the two guys to moisten their throats.

When the quilt was placed on the table, Tangun suddenly felt a chill.

The two Dazai looked at him at the same time: "What did Tangun say? Who is more attractive?"

The writer is dead... Tangun said so in his heart.

"However, Tangun's evaluation of you must be discounted." Butengzai said quickly, "He has known you for a long time, so he must be partial to you."

"There is also the saying that people's hearts can be seen over time. I have been with Tangun for so long, and he has even seen me pick my feet. My actual charm should be higher than the charm in his eyes." The writer Jae went all out, Even self-defeating is involved.

really.

Not surprisingly, Tangun found that he, the referee, had once again lost his credibility.

"I think you two can eat and drink easily by selling flowers." Tangun has long wanted to say, how many single or married girls will go home with roses tonight, "Dazai, why don't you sell flowers?" Pay back the money?"

He was actually talking about the writer Zai, but the clerk's eyes lit up: "Good idea, Mr. Dazai always pays us on credit, and he also said that he has no money. If he says that, let him sell coffee outside to pay the debt. "

"Hey, no, I'm tired and hot." Wu Zhenzai and writer Zai refused at the same time.

Serious lazy people, why should they pay back the money owed by their ability?