Those years when I was a purchasing agent in Yokohama

After resigning, in order to facilitate contact with Shuichi Akai and Toru Amuro, Chu Shu quit his house in Yokohama and moved directly to Tokyo, where he rented a one-bedroom apartment in Kawaido-cho, next to Mika-cho, where Shuichi Akai lives now. .

Although the job at the port gang/hand/party has been resigned, Chu Shu still has to stay in Japan for a while, and it is impossible to return to China so soon.

After Dazai left, he came to Tokyo with Chushu.Although the two were already cohabiting before leaving the company, Mr. Dazai emphasized that the two times were different in nature, and that the two of them were cohabiting before marriage.

Mr. Dazai celebrated his 17th birthday two months ago, and he will celebrate his birthday in ten months. He has passed the legal age of marriage in Japan and the legal adult age of flower growers. stepped into the threshold of adulthood.

After Dazai's 17th birthday, Chu Shu counted the days with his fingers every day. He counted back and forth at least a hundred times. According to the current situation, if he brought Dazai back to his hometown to get married, he would have to wait at least a few months. It took five years for him to reach the legal age of marriage for the flower planter. Besides, the flower planter has not yet passed the relevant laws on same-sex marriage, and he has no way of guaranteeing that Dazai's name will appear on his household registration book five years later.

He actually called back several times, asking Fat Boy to help him clear up the relationship, but what he got was a series of standard Sichuan swearing in response, and his immortal banban didn't know how many times he had been greeted by the guy on the other end of the phone.

Chu Shu was not to be outdone, and those who scolded him must scold back, so you said "stupid criticism" and I said "Haber god poke" and scolded each other across a mobile phone. Facts have proved that Chu Shu Even if you have been wandering overseas all these years.

But the skill of swearing didn't regress at all. After swearing, the other party blocked him directly, and asked those who had his contact information to block him together.

Chu Shu was so angry that he almost replaced the row of sweaters in the closet with panda heads printed on them with raccoon patterns.

He walked to the living room, and the TV hanging on the wall was playing a large-scale court drama in ancient costumes that was popular all over the country ten years ago: "The Legend of Zhen Huan"

And on the sofa directly opposite the TV, a teenager wearing the same panda pullover sweater as Chu Shu was lying on the sofa, watching the content broadcast on the TV attentively.

He watched it very seriously, as if what was playing on TV at the moment was not some bloody court drama, but a thought-provoking scientific documentary.

Since the two moved to this house in Tokyo, Dazai expressed that in order to reduce the generation gap and cultural conflict between the two, he would take the initiative to learn the culture of the flower growers.

But this young man’s style of painting is quite strange. He doesn’t read Confucius, Mencius, Laozhuang, or Marxism-Leninism-Maoist. He only rents a bunch of domestically produced DVDs from a nearby video store, and watches them in different ways every day.

From famous ancient costume martial arts dramas to domestic youth pain movies, ancient costumes, modern ones, everything you expect, in recent years, domestic film and television dramas have entered the Japanese and Korean markets, and the audio-visual stores in Japan have allocated an extra shelf for florists. Dazai rented almost all of the discs on that shelf, and they were all the original sound versions that had not been replaced. Chu Shu could hear those familiar Chinese at home every day. For a moment, he thought he was I have returned to the florist.

"Zaizai."

He sat next to the boy with a plate of sliced ​​watermelon.

"Ok?"

The young man responded casually, but his eyes were still fixed on the opposite TV screen. Chu Shu poked a piece of fresh watermelon with a toothpick and handed it to his mouth. He opened his mouth tacitly and took the melon meat away.

"There's something I need to discuss with you."

Chu Shu put the plate containing the watermelon in his hand on the coffee table opposite, and picked up a towel beside him to wipe off the watermelon juice that accidentally got on his hands.

"what's up?"

Maybe it was because the word "discussion" was too formal. The teenager who was still staring at the TV turned his attention from the TV screen to Chu Shu beside him.

Chu Shu struggled for a moment, and finally explained clearly the things he had considered before.

"To put it simply, if you go back with me, I may not be able to give you a title."

As soon as he finished this sentence, Chu Shu regretted it. He found that what he said just now was very similar to those scumbags in costume dramas who ran away after finishing their work and didn't want to be responsible. I have been chasing a lot of domestic costume dramas together, and even my speech is somewhat influenced by the lines in them.

The TV was playing the scene where the heroine suddenly found out that the emperor had been treating her as a substitute for the former empress. After learning the truth, the heroine was devastated, and a tearful cry came directly from the TV speaker.

[All these years of love and time have been paid for by mistake! 】

The moment Chu Shu heard this familiar line, his whole body was as if electrified from head to toe. He quietly looked at the young man opposite him, for fear that he, like the heroine in the TV series, would come to him suddenly. The sentence "After all, it was a wrong payment."

Fortunately, Dazai's expression looked quite normal. After hearing what Chu Shu said, he didn't show the distraught look of being deceived by a scumbag. He just poked a piece of watermelon with a toothpick and stuffed it into his mouth. , casually praised that this melon is quite sweet.

It cost him hundreds of soft sister coins to buy it, can it not be sweet?

Japanese fruits, especially watermelons, are notoriously expensive. Flower growers can buy a large watermelon for a few dozen yuan, and it costs at least ten times the price here. Chu Shu looked helplessly at the opposite side eating melons. Quite a cheerful young man, I really want to say something. Although I can't give you a title when I go back with me, I can give you the freedom to eat melons.

No, this sentence is more like a scumbag, or a scumbag among the scumbags who use the lowest cost to seduce good girls to dedicate themselves.

Chu Shu silently spurned himself from the bottom of his heart, and decided that he would never watch these domestic dog blood dramas with Dazai again.

And at this time, the boy on the opposite side had finally eaten enough melons, he licked the watermelon juice from the corner of his mouth, and winked at Chu Shu who looked a little guilty opposite him, "So this is 'in name only'?"

He said the four words "in name but not reality" in Chinese. Although there are some accents mixed in, it is still standard on the whole, and even the tone of each word is right.

Chu Shu was stunned for a while before realizing that Dazai was referring to what he just said about not being able to give him a title.

Although he didn't know from which TV the young man learned the phrase "in name but without reality", he obviously didn't understand the true meaning of these four words, or it was completely reversed.

"To be precise, it is 'real but not named'."

Chu Shu explained.

"Although I can't give you the corresponding title, my feelings for you are true."

That's right, the scumbag really hit it off, and he couldn't say such a thing without trampling on a few sincerities.

"Is there a real name?"

The young man tilted his head and repeated the four words Chu Shu said just now.

Chu Shu nodded vigorously, trying to use his extremely sincere attitude to redeem the scumbag quotes just now.

"That is to say, apart from the legally recognized certificate, you can give me everything else?"

The young man was half leaning on the sofa, his expression was rather loose.

Chu Shu nodded, "As long as it doesn't violate the law."

He is a good citizen who obeys the law.

"Well."

Dazai lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then looked up at the serious black-haired young man opposite.

"Then let's do it."

"Huh?" Japanese is not like Chinese. The word "do" contains various meanings. Japanese "do" is directly セクス (s/e/x), which is simple, rude, and straightforward.

"wait wait wait……"

After finally recovering from the shock of "セクス", Chu Shu grabbed the boy's hand that was stretched under his jacket, "What do you want to do?"

"セクス, in Chinese, is what you do / love to do, or consummate the house, Dun Lun, and perform the ceremony of Duke Zhou."

He uttered several proper nouns at once, and the pronunciation was still accurate. Chu Shu was full of black lines, and he didn't want to know where he learned these words at all.

"It's not what you said, there is no name."

The young man's cold fingertips slid across the warm skin of his flanks, causing a tingling shudder. He leaned forward, bit the soft lip opposite him, and a slightly deep voice slowly flowed out between his lips and teeth.

"I'm just cashing in on this 'reality'."

"But you're underage..."

Chu Shu, who is being bewitched by beauty, still retains the last bit of reason called law.

"I'm already an adult."

The soft sofa bears the weight of two people at once, and the light-colored fabric sags deeply.

The boy leaned on the young man's neck, and whispered in his ear in a low but sweet tone.

"Long before you knew me."

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