Those years when I was a purchasing agent in Yokohama

After Chu Shu finished blowing his hair and came out, he saw Dazai lying on the pink yoga ball beside the bed like a puddle of mud.

The corner of Chu Shu's mouth twitched slightly, "What are you doing?"

The black-haired young man who was almost integrated into the yoga ball glanced at him, and said lazily: "As you can see - I am relaxing the muscles -"

Then he slowly raised his right hand again, and that hand dangled in the air a few times like a boneless hand, making a lazy invitation gesture, "Do you want to come together——"

Chu Shu refused straight away: "No need."

Chu Shu picked up the mobile phone that was charging at the side, opened the memo, and opened the travel guide that he had made on the Shinkansen before. After confirming the itinerary for tomorrow, he added and revised some missing places by the way.

At this time, Dazai, who was lying on the yoga ball to relax his muscles, suddenly sent a signal for help.

"Help-mydarling-Ineedyourhelp--"

Chu Shu got goosebumps all over his body from his sweet "mydarling", rubbed his arms reflexively, and looked back at Mr. Dazai who was having fun with the yoga ball.

"what happened?"

Dazai blinked, and showed him an innocent look, "It seems that the muscles are too relaxed, I can't get up now—"

"That's not right."

With a wooden face, Chu Shu said dryly: "I think you seem to like that yoga ball very much, so just lie on it and sleep."

"Eh--"

His voice dragged on, "I can't do this, my waist will be broken——"

Immediately, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, he meowed, "Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh Broke his back on a yoga ball and died."

Chu Shu looked at his playful appearance, curled his lips, stepped forward and pulled him up from the yoga ball.

After he successfully pulled the person off the yoga ball, the other person acted like a puddle of mud again, and fell into his arms bonelessly, as if treating him as a second yoga ball.

"Excessively relaxed muscles - no strength—"

Dazai winked at him pitifully, with a sincere expression, I felt pity, if not for his two hands tightly wrapped around his waist like iron tongs, Chu Shu might really have believed his words Some nonsense.

But even if he knew that he was acting, Chu Shu couldn't push him away cruelly, so he could only pick him up by the waist and put him on the bed resignedly.

With Dazai's severely malnourished weight, Chu Shu could easily lift him up.

Dazai, who was lying on the bed, began to play the little pity again, "My back hurts—"

Chu Shu rolled up his sleeves and sat on the bed to massage him without saying a word.

Dazai squinted his eyes, lazily enjoying the horse killing chicken from the excrement shovel officer like a well-fed cat, and let out a few satisfied meows from his throat from time to time.

Chu Shu suddenly felt like he had a cat.

Maybe it was because Chu Shu's massage/massage technique was too comfortable, or maybe Dazai was too tired to guard in the hospital these days, Chu Shu squeezed and found that his partner seemed to be asleep.

Different from the appearance of jumping off like a drama actor's upper body when he was awake, Dazai's sleeping appearance was quite calm, as if he would stop breathing in the next second.

Chu Shu stared at this peaceful sleeping face for a while, picked up the duvet on the bed and covered him lightly, then walked out of bed lightly, took out two clean quilts from the cabinet, laid them on on the ground.

The bed in the couple suite is a circular water bed, and the bed will shake very badly when you turn over a little.

Dazai ten years ago had very light sleep, and Dazai ten years later, the degree of light sleep is not inferior to that of ten years ago.

After finishing all this, Chu Shu turned off all the lights in the room, and all the ambiguity and charm were submerged in the darkness.

Chu Shu got into the laid floor, silently said "good night" to the figure on the bed, and then closed his eyes.

He may have been too tired these days, and he fell into a deep sleep before he closed his eyes.

Then I had that dream again.

In the dream is still the familiar rooftop, the familiar boy in white and boy in black.

Then he jumped off the roof and saw his face at the moment through the glass window of the building.

That's Osamu Dazai's face...

The last dream came to an abrupt end here, but this time he didn't wake up right away.Instead, the scene of falling from the roof suddenly jumped into another scene.

In this scene, he was walking aimlessly among the crowd, someone accidentally touched his shoulder, someone accidentally stepped on his foot, but he didn't stop for a moment as if he didn't know anything, and went on Walked aimlessly forward.

Until I came to a river, there were dense green weeds growing beside the river, the water was clear, but bottomless.

He walked through the weeds at half a person's height, the sharp blades cut the fragile skin on his face, bright red blood rushed out of the wound, dripping on the weeds trampled by him mercilessly, he still did not stop , just heading towards the river ahead.

Finally, he came to the river, and then, through the clear water, he saw his face clearly again.

Still familiar, Osamu Dazai's face...

At eight o'clock the next morning, Chu Shu pulled Dazai who was still asleep from the bed, and cruelly ignored his plea to "sleep for another 10 minutes".

"It's too much—"

With a messy chicken nest head on his head, Dazai squeezed toothpaste on the hotel's disposable toothbrush in a daze, and complained quite dissatisfied.

"I managed to sleep well, can't you let me sleep until I wake up naturally?"

"Are you sure to let you sleep until you wake up naturally, can you wake up before dark?"

Chu Shu was arranging his hair in front of the mirror. He didn't know how to sleep last night. When he woke up this morning, there was a bunch of stupid hair on the top of his head that couldn't be smoothed out. It stood straight on the top of his head like a teletubbies, as if What signal is received.

Chu Shu doesn't like to use hairspray, and it's useless to wipe it with cold water. After fighting with this extra stupid hair for a long time without any results, Chu Shu simply gave up and took out the hair from the supernatural space. A white peaked cap was buttoned on top of the head, suppressing it together with the lock of dull hair.

There are two cute little black ears on the top of the hat, which looks like a naive little panda from a distance.

Dazai stretched out his hands and pinched the two furry panda ears several times, and said with a smile: "Then you can also try to wake me up by kissing me like the prince in Sleeping Beauty. After all, they have already lived in such a pink and tender Shouldn’t things be done according to the routine of fairy tales?”

Chu Shu raised his head and glanced at him, "Do you want me to prepare you a gorgeous princess dress and crystal shoes like Cinderella's fairy godmother?"

Chu Shu didn’t have any crystal shoes, but he could really arrange gorgeous princess dresses for Dazai. He had a previous mission to pretend to be a princess from a foreign country and get involved in a high-class ball. He didn’t throw away the props he used at that time, and they still have Stay in his space.

Because that dress is really expensive...

Chu Shu has been reluctant to throw it away, and is going to wait a few years for the limelight to pass and sell it on domestic salted fish.

Although most girls in China may not be able to fit his size, there are still such women's big guys.

But Dazai is about the same size as him, so it might be fine to wear it.

That princess dress came with matching high-heeled shoes and a wig. Chu Shu looked at the black-haired young man next to him from head to toe, and the more he looked, the more he felt that he was suitable for wearing that princess dress.

"There's no need for a princess dress."

Dazai shook the toothbrush in his hand, "Just prepare a pumpkin carriage for me."

Then he suddenly lowered his head and quickly pecked at Chu Shu's mouth, his eyes bent into a crescent shape, "Or just give me the prince."

Chu Shu directly stuffed him with a bag of chocolate biscuits, "Prince doesn't have any, only Prince biscuits."

Dazai: "I prefer the matcha flavor."

Chu Shu stared at him for a while, then suddenly changed the subject, "Did you sleep well last night?"

"pretty good."

Dazai nodded, and then suddenly put on a resentful expression, "Except for someone secretly laying a bed on the floor while I was asleep—"

He spread his hands helplessly, and sighed in a rather regretful tone: "It's hard for this hotel to have such a complete set of things, but in the end they didn't use any of them."

Chu Shu withdrew his gaze, and said in a nonchalant manner: "Who said no, didn't you experience that yoga ball yourself?"

Dazai pouted, "Yeah, my waist almost broke there."

Chu Shu always felt that his words had a double meaning.

"Did you dream last night?"

While arranging his clothes, Chu Shu asked casually.

"Done."

Dazai yawned lazily, "And I dreamed about you—"

Chu Shu's hand paused, "What did you dream about me?"

"I dreamed you were wearing my clothes—"

Chu Shu's heart tightened suddenly, and he continued to ask in as calm a tone as possible: "And then?"

"And then with a black tie over the eyes—"

Chu Shu: "??"

"The cheeks are very red, the lips are a little swollen, and I have been begging me with a hoarse sob to 'don't come in again'—"

Chu Shu: "..."

Well, I beg you to stop talking...