Those years when I was a purchasing agent in Yokohama

His world suddenly plunged into darkness, only the cold touch came from the blindfolded hands.

"Don't move!"

The hoarse voice that was deliberately lowered was mixed with a strong sense of threat.

"Mafia routine robbery."

The moment he heard this voice, Chu Shu immediately let go of his tense vigilance, raised his hands obediently, and pretended to be submissive.

"Do the Mafia rob too?"

He asked in a low voice, revealing a trace of cautious fear in his tone.

The man's deep and indifferent voice came from behind, "Of course, the Mafia does all kinds of evil."

Chu Shu said dryly, "But I'm also a mafia now."

The people behind were silent for a few seconds, and after a while, the hands blocking Chu Shu's eyes were removed, his world was bright again, and he finally saw the mafia behind him who was going to rob him.

This Mr. Mafia is a bit too young. He looks like a teenager. Under his disheveled black hair is a handsome face that is almost harmless to humans and animals. It is completely impossible for people to distinguish him from the three "Mafia". words linked together.

The moment he turned his head to look at the other party, the young Mr. Mafia suddenly grabbed his hands and covered his eyes.

"Then you will rob me."

The harmless facial expression and innocent tone make people think that he is just playing a mafia game.

Chu Shu cooperatively made a gesture of a gun with his right hand, pressed it against the boy's forehead, and said in a low voice, "Don't move, the mafia routinely robs you, and hand over all valuables on your body."

"Sorry, Mr. Mafia, I'm actually very poor, and I don't have anything valuable on me."

The boy blinked, and his slender eyelashes gently scratched his palm, arousing a subtle itch.

"But you can choose Jie Se, I am quite confident in my own appearance."

Chu Shu choked for a moment, "I'm a moral mafia, and I don't rob underage sex."

The boy who was robbed turned to comfort him, "Don't worry, I won't report to the police, you don't need to have any psychological burden."

Chu Shu was amused by his words, and directly moved away the hand blocking his eyes, "Forget it, I won't rob, you can go."

The boy who was robbed was not happy, "The mafia can't go back on what it says."

Chu Shu raised his eyebrows, "Who made the rules?"

The mafia is obviously synonymous with inconsistency. One second, they are talking about business with you in a friendly manner, and the next second, they can pull out a Gatling and point it at you for a while.

"I stipulated."

The young man stretched out his hand, and his cold fingertips slowly moved down along the corners of his eyes, as if he was using his hands instead of a paintbrush to describe the contours of his face, until he barely stopped at the base of his ears.

There was an inconspicuous joint there, with a few fingertip moves, a layer of translucent jelly was slowly peeled off from his face.

Starting from the roots behind the ears, cheeks, chin, forehead, until the gelatinous objects covering the entire face were completely peeled off, that ridiculously beautiful face was finally exposed to the air.

"I'm a cadre. If I say you can't go back on your word, you can't go back on your word."

Dazai reached out and poked a dimple on his face, "And you are just a low-level mafia now, I am your boss, and subordinates have to obey the boss's orders."

"Okay, you are a cadre and you have the final say."

Chu Shu smiled, lowered his head and pecked lightly at the corner of the boy's mouth.

"Do you think this is okay? Mr. Cadre."

The young mafia cadre raised his eyes slowly, and said lazily, "I sprinkled rice on the ground, and the chickens pecked more professionally than you."

Chu Shu, who was suddenly compared to the chicken: "Then I will find you a chicken now?"

Hearing the words, the young man glanced at him again, then pouted suddenly, his originally indifferent expression instantly turned into an aggrieved one.

"You know how to play with my feelings! Scumbag!"

The young man tightly wrapped his arms around his waist, and his fluffy head rubbed against Chu Shu's neck several times in dissatisfaction.

Chu Shu who suddenly turned into a scumbag after being compared by chickens: "??"

Is it his convention tonight?

"Since when did I play with your feelings?"

The young man lowered his head and bumped his head against his chest, "You keep saying you like me, but you never take any real action, scoundrel! Scumbag! You only play with the pure and innocent heart of a boy!"

Chu Shu: "..."

The more this Nima said, the more outrageous it became. During the month he was away, did this boy go to make up for Aunt Qiong Yao's collection of classic works?

And you, the top cadre of the mafia, are you qualified to call others bad guys?

"Okay, Zai Zai."

Chu Shu held the young man by the collar and distanced him a little from himself, "Be normal, I'm afraid."

"I thought you liked the way I acted like a baby to you."

Dazai raised his eyebrows, the sad and wronged expressions that appeared on his face just now seemed to be just Chu Shu's illusion.

"Obviously every time I just act like a baby with you, you will act like you can't stand it, and you will respond to my requests. Why doesn't it work suddenly this time?"

Chu Shu was blushed by his blunt words, why did he act like he couldn't bear it?Treat people like a pervert.

Chu Shu coughed, and turned his head slightly to one side uncomfortably, "If it was a normal act of acting like a baby, I would still accept it, but your behavior just now has obviously destroyed the character design."

Chu Shu was really taken aback by the two wonderful terms "scumbag" and "pure boy with a flawless heart". For a moment, he even suspected that Dazai was lowered, or else he was The human soul is worn out.

"Then what do you think is normal acting like a baby?"

Dazai rested his chin on one hand and looked at Chu Shu curiously, "I want to know what your definition of normal is."

Chu Shu was overwhelmed by his question. He didn't know what normal acting like a baby was.

"Just... you usually act like a baby to me, that's a normal act of acting like a baby."

Dazai put his chin on another hand, tilted his head slightly, and showed a troubled look on his face, "But we haven't seen each other for more than a month, I don't remember how I usually act like a baby with you, can you Give me a demonstration?"

Chu Shu: "..."

"Or do you also forget how I acted like a baby with you?"

Dazai blinked, and looked at Chu Shu motionlessly. It seemed that as long as Chu Shu shook his head or said "no", those nouns like "scumbag" and "playing with the innocent mind of young boys" would appear on top of Chu Shu's head again. .

If you forget, you will definitely never forget, not to mention a month, even after a year or ten years, Chu Shu can guarantee that you will never forget.

But demonstrating it in front of him once... there is an inexplicable sense of shame...

And Chu Shu knew very well in his heart that despite the innocent look on this young man's face at the moment, he actually pretended to be harmless just to see his jokes so that he could relax his vigilance.

But Chu Shu just followed him.

The boy said something wrong.

It's not that as soon as he acts like a baby, he will respond to his requests. Even if he doesn't act like a baby, as long as he speaks, Chu Shu will agree to all his requests.

Who made him fall in love with Osamu Dazai so much.

Chu Shu recalled the coquettish tactics that the young man usually used to him. First, he stretched out his arms around the opponent's waist, then buried his head on the opponent's shoulder and rubbed it for a few times, and finally raised his head slowly, using the last The pitiful eyes that could make him move were staring at the other party motionlessly.

After such a set of movements, Chu Shu basically lay flat. Even if he wanted a star in the sky, Chu Shu would find a way to go to the sky and pick one for him.

However, after he perfectly reproduced the boy's coquettish operation one by one according to his own memory, the expression on the face of the master who was sitting opposite to watch the play became more and more subtle.

"Is it true that I usually act coquettishly with you?"

Chu Shu imitated his usual appearance and blinked sincerely, and dragged his voice with a sweet and greasy voice that even sounded like goosebumps to himself: "Yes - that's how you usually act like a spoiled child to me - —”

Dazai couldn't bear to look directly away, "Okay, stop!"

It was the first time for Chu Shu to see Dazai's indescribable expression. He felt a little funny for no reason, and after some consideration, he decided to take this rare opportunity to tease him.

Chu Shu put his hands together, and tightened his waist, then raised his head and pouted his lips like him, staring at him ignorantly with an innocent expression.

"What's wrong? Don't I learn like that?"

Dazai shook his head, "It's not like, when I hugged you, my head was not so far away from your face."

Hearing this, Chu Shu moved his face closer. The distance between the two faces can only be measured in centimeters, "Is that so?"

"Right, that is it."

The corners of Dazai's lips were slightly raised, and Chu Shu was amazed by his sudden smile.

It wasn't until the next second that there was a soft touch on his lips that Chu Shu realized that he had been tricked again.

After some communication with the sound of water and red faces, the young mafia cadre buried his head and rubbed the neck of a new low-level mafia employee coquettishly several times.

"Have you learned it? This is the standard 'robbing color'."