In Yokohama's days as a writer

Nakahara Chuya came back from the outside, and the first person he saw was Osamu Dazai.

Nakahara Chuya, who had no extra thoughts on this dinner, saw a different Dazai Osamu.

Osamu Dazai sat quietly not far away. Instead of wearing the iconic black suit, he changed into a white suit, which contrasted with his slender figure.

Nakahara Chuya and Osamu Dazai have known each other since they were teenagers. Even though they have known each other for so many years, they rarely see Osamu Dazai wearing other clothes. Sometimes they have to wonder whether Osamu Dazai has grown up with a black suit and bandages.

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought the same way, and couldn't help but look carefully, as expected, except for the bandage on his face, the little wipe protruding from the sleeve was not a bandage.

Is the bandage the body?

Thinking of this, Chuya Nakahara walked over and sat opposite Osamu Dazai.

Dim lights shone around, only their two boxes, accompanied by the soothing violin blurred his mind, which made Zhong Yuanzhong also a little distracted.

"Hey..." Zhong Yuanzhong was nervous and drank his red wine like a kid in love, "What the hell are you doing?"

"No." Osamu Dazai looked up at Chuya innocently, "I just want to invite my colleagues to dinner, what can I do."

Nakahara Nakahara, whose blood was surging at the sight of Osamu Dazai, had to drink red wine again.

"Come on, how long have we known each other? I don't know what kind of person you are?" Zhongyuan Zhong also complained, "Suddenly asking me out for dinner must be a bad thing."

"Tell me, for the sake of my good mood, I will try my best to help you."

Osamu Dazai was a little startled when he heard the words, and then laughed softly.

"What are you laughing at?" Zhongyuan Zhong also pressed his hat to cover up his increasingly red earlobes.

Osamu Dazai waved his hand, but the smile on his face did not hold back at all.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, I just didn't expect you to be so kind, Chuuya, poof—"

"...Tell me something, I still have business to deal with."

"Chuya, have I always had such a frivolous image in your heart?"

Osamu Dazai raised this question to Nakahara Chuya very seriously.

"Do you have any serious image?"

"Wow - I'm sad. I didn't expect that Chuya, who has been with me for so many years, would actually look at me like this. I have decided, you invite this meal!"

"That's your real purpose, bastard!"

"Slightly, slightly—"

Osamu Dazai and Nakahara are also like a chemical formula that reacts when they meet. Obviously, the two of them are not naive people. As long as they meet, they will be naive to death, like children in the kindergarten class.

"Waiter, please serve me the most expensive wine here!"

"Although I can afford it, don't push me too hard, bastard mackerel!"

"Add another steamed slug!"

"You'd better die!"

The efficiency of this restaurant is still very high, the waiter brought up the ordered meals in an orderly manner, although Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuya were fighting in the air, it was not like they could sit and eat together at all, but The waiter completed the task without squinting.

Those who can survive under the rule of the dead former leader are not easy to bully.

I don't know if it was because there were only the two of them, or because Osamu Dazai had decided to leave, and Osamu Dazai, who never just drank lightly, drank a few more glasses this time.

"Hey, Dazai, you bastard, hiccup, I've never seen anyone more asshole than you."

Chuya Nakahara stepped on a chair in the hotel with one foot, and held a half bottle of red wine in one hand, intermittently disliked Osamu Dazai.

"Is there a partner like you? Halfway through the task, people will go floating in the water, or just hang there!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also took another sip of wine, curled up on the chair with the bottle in his arms, feeling aggrieved.

"Asshole, mackerel, suicidal maniac, bandage waste device..."

Nakahara Chu also no longer had the arrogant state when he was sober, holding the wine bottle that was about to bottom out with both hands, accusing Dazai Osamu.

Osamu Dazai was sitting opposite, holding a mobile phone in his hand, laughing like crazy in his heart.

Nakahara Chuya has a very good drinking capacity, and he will be invited to many entertainments at the port of Mafia, but he is also known for his poor wine quality.

Osamu Dazai didn't think too much about it, maybe because his remaining conscience suddenly showed his sense of existence, he decided to say goodbye to his old partner on a whim.

Originally, he didn't want to treat him to dinner or anything, but when he decided to leave, he blew up Chuya's favorite car along the way, and treated it as a practical gift from him.

But the system was in high spirits, ordering clothes and restaurants, as if it were a date with a young couple.

【How about this one? 】

Combined with big data analysis, the system carefully selected such a white suit for Osamu Dazai. With Osamu Dazai, he looks like a prince charming from a fairy tale.

Dazai let the system dress up without interest. Although he didn't like shopping, he was proficient in matching clothes.

However, Dazai, who just wanted to end this torment quickly, did not raise any objections to the system's plan.

[The main thing is to look at your face, you are the most handsome even in a beggar outfit! 】

"Don't bother, I'm not going on a blind date." Osamu Dazai was speechless.

The system disagrees with this.

【You are leaving soon, how can you be so hasty when you meet your last friend before you leave? 】

[What do you think of this restaurant?The environment is elegant and the food scores are not bad. 】

[Zhongyuan Zhong also likes to drink, right? Look, this store has 82-year-old Lafite, which is very good. 】

Osamu Dazai didn't resist at all. He has been with the system for so many years, and Osamu Dazai, who lives peacefully, is quite willing to cooperate with the system at certain times.

In this way, he was rushed into the restaurant by the system.

[Zai Zai, have fun with your friends, I won't bother you! 】

Not to mention the idea that the system is full of slots, he is indeed right in one point, the wine in this restaurant is indeed diverse, Dazai Osamu had an idea and came up with an idea.

He borrowed a video camera from the restaurant and put it behind his back, specially staying to take pictures of the drunken ugly scene.

This was not enough, Osamu Dazai couldn't hold back, and took the phone again, sitting on the seat and continuing to take pictures.

In the camera, Nakahara Chu also blushed, his eyes were blurred, but he still persistently scolded Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai took pictures for a while, and then turned off the phone. Although it was interesting for Chuya to be drunk, he didn't want his phone to be full of videos of Chuya scolding him.

Osamu Dazai was lying on the table. In fact, he drank a lot. After all, if it is true, Nakahara Chuya has a better capacity for drinking than him. After these few rounds, his brain has been paralyzed by alcohol.

He maintained his prone position and thought for a while, his head seemed to be covered with a layer of gauze, hazy.

Well……

Dazai Osamu remembered that the camera hadn't been turned off yet, so he walked to the back in a daze, ready to turn off the camera in the dark.

boom--

Osamu Dazai panicked, and subconsciously reached out to grab something to stabilize his body, but touched the switch of the chandelier instead.

After a moment of dizziness, Osamu Dazai fell to the ground instead.

The black image on his body enveloped him like a beast, and the heavy panting sound hit Dazai's neck, causing waves of waves.

Dazai's head was a little unclear, and he subconsciously pushed the hairy head in front of him.

"Come on, I hate dogs." Osamu Dazai was angry.

"Who are you calling a dog!" The 'little dog' who was pressing on Osamu Dazai was also angry.

The voice sounded a little familiar.

By the way, he seemed to be having dinner with Nakahara Nakaya, Dazai took a while to react.

"Get up, Chuya!" Dazai Osamu broke Nakahara Chuya again.

Chuya Nakahara raised his head in the dark, and when he saw Osamu Dazai, he showed an arrogant smile.

"Who's the dog now!" Nakahara Chuya firmly restrained Osamu Dazai's arm.

"You're a dog!" Osamu Dazai was pinched by Chuya Nakahara, but how could he show weakness, "Do you remember when you were 15 years old, you lost to me in video games, and you agreed to be my dog ​​for the rest of your life?"

"That's you cheating!" Nakahara Zhongya growled.

"No!" Osamu Dazai refused to admit it.

"There is!"

"no!"

The two of them competed for a long time in this posture.

Nakahara also stood up slightly, wrapped his hands around Dazai's wrists, pressed them on both sides of his hair, bent his knees, passed through Dazai's slender legs, and nailed Dazai to the ground.

"Well--"

"Say it again!" Zhong Yuan Zhong also lowered his head and threatened.

Nakahara Chuya didn't wait for Dazai Osamu's answer, and the drunk Chuya tilted his head in doubt. Because of the night, the figure under him became hazy with the moonlight from the window.

Zhong Yuan's heart was burning hot, his brain paralyzed by alcohol hadn't reacted yet, what was the reason for this shocking heartbeat, he had obeyed his desire and leaned down to stick to it.