Those years when I was a purchasing agent in Yokohama

Chu Shu couldn't figure out why his two old classmates, who hadn't seen each other for many years, chose to play tricks in his room to catch up on the old days, just as he couldn't figure out why the 26-year-old Mr. Dazai would join in with a very interested look Same.

In the end, I don’t know why even other people in the base gathered in Chu Shu’s room, and happily played trick cards together. This nominal reminiscence has lost its original meaning, and it has directly become a party. In a chaotic battle, this group of people completely forgot the important task of saving the world on their shoulders, and completely immersed themselves in the world of drawing cards.

The one who had the most fun was the second-in-command of a well-known assassination group who showed disdain when Dino proposed to play a game of ghost cards at the beginning.

However, although this person has the loudest momentum and voice, he ranks third in total number of losses.

By the way, the first and second will be obtained by the future ten generations of the Vongola family and the current ten generations of the Gabriel family respectively.

Players who lose in the draw game will be punished by scribbling on their faces with black markers. After a few rounds of games, the faces of the top three players have been painted with black markers so that there is almost no room for writing. up.

It was getting late at this time, and those junior high school students still had a tough training task waiting for them tomorrow.

So Li Baoen waved his little hand, indicating that they would go back to their respective rooms and lie down on their respective beds after playing the last game.

Speaking of which, Bourne watched them play the game very enthusiastically, but he himself was completely outsider and always acted as a crowd of onlookers. In the words of this little baby in a suit, he was the referee.

Who knows why a game of draw cards needs a referee.

In short, amidst the various emotions of the people present, who were still unsatisfied or relieved, they ushered in the last round of drawing cards tonight.

Everyone originally thought that the loser of the last game would be one of the three people who lost the most tonight.

But unexpectedly, the final loser was Chu Shu who had never lost before.

Even Chu Shu himself was puzzled by this result, how could he lose such a simple game as drawing a joker card?

But despite the surprise, if you lose, you lose.Chu Shu, who was the loser of the last game of drawing wild cards, will be punished by all the game participants for graffiti on his face.

This penalty standard was suddenly added by Li Baoen after Chu Shu lost.

Apparently, this little ghost baby, who enjoys watching other people's misfortunes, deliberately proposed this to Chu Shu.

Chu Shu didn't protest. He knew Li Baoen's thoughts too well. The more he resisted, the more unhappy he appeared. That ghostly baby would only evade taxes more.

At a time like this, it was the right thing to do without changing his face to accept his malice.

Sure enough, when Chu Shu was sitting cross-legged on the ground calmly, waiting for others to scribble on his face, he heard Li Baoen on the side making a dissatisfied "tss".

The junior high school students were quite polite, perhaps because when they lost earlier, Chu Shu only painted a few symbolic strokes on their faces.

So now when it was their turn to scribble on Chu Shu's face, they just added a few random marks.

Especially the future leader Peng Gelie, who had always been gentle and soft, even left a small black spot on Chu Shu's face.

Of course, this benevolent act aroused the dissatisfaction of his tutor, and he was kicked several times afterward.

Compared with these conscientious teenagers, the two Italian adult men who used to study in the same school as him are so reliable, especially Scuvaro, who is holding that large marker pen in his hand. Chu Shu painted his face for nearly 10 minutes before leaving. Chu Shu wondered if this guy painted xanxus on his face.

The last person to put pen to paper was 26-year-old Mr. Osamu Dazai. He was the biggest winner tonight. After several rounds of games, he was the only one who never lost a single game. Among the people present.

Except for Li Baoen who didn't participate in the game, only his face was clean, not even a drop of ink.

"Well, what should I draw?"

Mr. Dazai held the black marker pen in his hand and looked at Chu Shu in front of him in distress, like a painter standing in front of the canvas and not knowing what to paint.

Chu Shu, who acted as a canvas for the human body, glanced at him, and said dryly, "As long as you don't draw the picture of going up the river during the Qingming Festival."

"That's a good idea."

When the black-haired young man in front of him heard his words, his eyebrows and eyes were curved, and the corners of his mouth raised in a pleasant arc.

Chu Shu saw him unscrew the cap of the marker pen, and walked towards his face with a smile.

Chu Shu closed his eyes subconsciously, and then he felt that his bangs seemed to be pulled up, and the cold pen tip was wantonly on his forehead, as if an ant was crawling around, arousing an inexplicable itching.

"All right."

Soon the uncomfortable cold itch disappeared, and a voice mixed with a smile sounded next to his ear.

Chu Shu opened his eyes and touched his forehead subconsciously, but only touched a hand of black ink. He looked at the black-haired young man with a bright smile on the opposite side in a daze, and couldn't believe that the other party let him go so quickly. .

"no way."

Dazai spread his hands, showing a regretful expression, "Who told me that I can't draw the picture of going up the river during the Qingming Festival?"

……

When the game time was over, Chu Shu kicked out all the people who had gathered in his room. Dino didn't seem to have had enough fun, and asked him if he could stay and play with Chu Shu all night. Chu Shu packed him up Sent to the rooftop of Bingsheng Middle School to accompany Skylark.

As for how the chairman of the Discipline Committee of Bingsheng Middle School who was disturbed to sleep would bite and kill him, Chu Shu would not be in charge of the live broadcast.

After everyone had left, Chu Shu ran to the bathroom to deal with the graffiti on his face. His usually handsome face was now black with traces of marker pen graffiti, the most obvious being a crooked turtle and For some reason, it is a very vivid shark. The turtle should be painted by Dino, and the shark must be the masterpiece of Scuvarro without even thinking about it.

There are a few more perfunctory lines beside it, which should have been drawn casually by Yamamoto and Gokuji.As for the small dot drawn by Tsunayoshi Sawada, under the corner of Chu Shu's left eye, it seems to have added an extra tear mole to him.

However, after Chu Shu lifted his bangs, he did not see Dazai's graffiti. At that time, he felt that Dazai seemed to have written a few words on his forehead, which seemed to be English letters, but at that time he was too busy ignoring the itching on his forehead went, not paying close attention to what he had written on his own forehead.

But now Chu Shu didn't find any traces of those English letters on his forehead. It can't be ruled out that Dazai wrote those words on Dino and Skuvalo's graffiti, which coincided with their graffiti.

After all, those two people's graffiti almost occupied Chu Shu's entire face.But Chu Shu was still very curious about what Dazai wrote on his forehead.

So Chu Shu simply came out of the bathroom with graffiti on his face, and asked the person directly, "What did you draw on my forehead just now?"

The 26-year-old Mr. Dazai is lying quite naturally on the bed that should belong to Chu Shu at this moment, playing a certain game of Xiaoxiao on Chu Shu's mobile phone. After hearing Chu Shu's voice, he raised his head and looked at the station. The black-haired young man with graffiti on his face stood at the door of the bathroom. After thinking for three seconds, a confused look appeared on his face.

"Um, what are you drawing?"

Then he added with a smile, "Anyway, it's definitely not the Qingming Festival."

Chu Shu: "..."

What do you need to say? !

……

Chu Shu almost rubbed off a layer of skin on his face before washing off the graffiti on his face. Looking at the face in the mirror that was a little red but finally returned to the handsome face in the past, Chu Shu was quite narcissistic. Facing the mirror, he posed a few poses that he thought were handsome.

When he came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, Dazai, who was still lying on the bed and playing with his mobile phone, was already asleep. He was lying motionless on the bed that originally belonged to Chu Shu. Beside the bed, squatted down to observe the sleeping face of this person.

It's so similar...

If it wasn't for the slightly mature face in front of him and the slightly taller figure, Chu Shu would have almost regarded this person as the Dazai boy from ten years ago.

The two of them looked exactly the same when they fell asleep, they both curled up sideways and fell asleep quietly, even their breathing rate was similar.

But they are the same person, so it's not surprising that they sleep in the same position.

Chu Shu stared at the undefended quiet sleeping face in front of him for a long time, and after a long time of mental construction, he took out a marker pen from his arms and added something to this fair and handsome face.

But if I don't do something, I always feel itchy in my heart, which is not a taste.

After thinking about it, Chu Shu still stretched out his sinful right hand towards the opposite face that he liked very much, brushed away his slightly long bangs, poked lightly on his smooth and full forehead a few times, and then retracted it contentedly. Hands, lightly got into the floor mat under the bed.

"Good night."

Before turning off the lights, Chu Shu said good night softly to the quiet room.

And at the same time when the lights in the room were turned off, the young man who was still sleeping peacefully on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, and a dark night seemed to be brewing in his iris-colored eyes.

Dazai raised his hand and touched the spot where Chu Shu poked his forehead just a few times, it seemed that the warm touch of the man's fingertips still remained there.

I'm so jealous...

Chu Shu had a dream.

In the dream, he was wearing a black suit and standing on a very tall building. Opposite him stood a boy with short silver-gray hair and a black-haired boy in a long black windbreaker with a ferocious face.

He seemed to be talking to those two teenagers, but he himself didn't know what he was talking about, nor could he hear what the two teenagers on the opposite side were saying.

Then he started to back away, kept backing up, backing up, backing up, he saw the silver-haired boy running towards him suddenly with a terrified expression, and he seemed to be still shouting a name.

"Goodbye."

He said these two words to the boy, and then he heard the wind and his own voice, but this voice was not his, but it was very familiar, very familiar.

His body was falling, and the too real sense of weightlessness made him suspect that this was not a dream at all.

Then he saw a red scarf, as if soaked in blood, slipping from his shoulders, as if it symbolized that his life was about to be separated from his body.

He was still falling, falling continuously, and the place where he fell seemed to be not a very tall building, but a bottomless abyss.

Then suddenly he saw his own face, reflected in the bright glass windows of the mansion.

From the forehead to the chin, everything is in line with his aesthetic face.

Osamu Dazai's face.