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Nakahara Chuya's expression was indescribable.

If I had to say it, it was like seeing Wu Zhenzai dragging his young lady to die in love across time and space, with the word scumbag written all over his face.

"Don't be fooled by this guy..." Nakahara Chuya turned his head and said to the silver-haired youth.

"Okay." Reiji Tsukishiro came to Yokohama with the idea of ​​meeting Dazai by chance.

Osamu Dazai is the smartest person he has ever met. If it is him, he should be able to answer his doubts, right?

"..." One is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer.

There is nothing to say in the Central Plains.

Osamu Dazai raised his eyes and smiled lightly.

His victorious face tickled Nakahara Chuya's fist.

Osamu Dazai glanced across the young man's bandaged right hand, and saw that his plaster cast had just been removed.

There was a hint of coolness in the smile in his eyes.

So, who is this injury for?Did you get what you wanted?

The cat looked listless and dejected, it seemed that it didn't get the dried fish.

Osamu Dazai was so happy that he really laughed out loud.

See, being a good guy doesn't end well.

"Master Dazai, please have a look at these documents." Seeing that Master Dazai was about to run away with someone, his subordinates handed over the documents to the other party.

Osamu Dazai glanced at the cover of the document, pouted.

"All dismissed."

"Got it! Dazai-sama, please go slowly." After receiving the instruction, the subordinates had a solid understanding and bowed respectfully.

Surprisingly, Dazai-sama and Nakahara-sama did not stand up this time.The subordinate thought.

Osamu Dazai reeked of alcohol, but Reiji Tsukishiro couldn't tell if he was drunk or not.

He looked at Dazai choking, but he was quite methodical.

Without going home, Osamu Dazai took him to another bar and sat down.

Tsukishiro Reiji looked up and saw LUPIN on the bar signboard.

"Has Reiji ever drank alcohol?" Before he could answer, Osamu Dazai continued, "Well, of course not, because a good baby has to wait until he is 20 years old to drink alcohol."

The blue veins on his forehead could not be suppressed, Tsukishiro Reiji understood Nakahara Chuya very well for a moment.

At the same time, he felt that Osamu Dazai must be really drunk, otherwise there would be so much talk.

Osamu Dazai sat lazily by the bar, with his face on his elbows, out of shape.

"What would you like to drink?"

Under the eternal dim light of the bar, Osamu Dazai raised his eyes slightly to look at Reiji Tsukishiro.

The shadows cast by the eyelashes were exceptionally black, almost covering his brilliant and blurred pupils.

Reiji Tsukishiro didn't know much about alcohol, he thought about it, and only...

"Bourbon."

"Whisky, I like whiskey.[1]" Osamu Dazai ordered two glasses of bourbon.

He deliberately ignored one thing, whiskey is a strong distilled spirit, not suitable for beginners.

"Alcohol is comedy, whiskey is tragedy. [2]" The boss took out two glasses, diluted them with ice, and handed them over.

Whiskey and tragedy, two ordinary words put together like a switch, made Reiji Tsukishiro startled.

He looked at the boss in doubt, not knowing where this statement came from.

The boss smiled and said nothing.

This is Osamu Dazai's occasional argument when he had a late-night drink, and he thought it was very interesting and wrote it down.

The amber liquor hit the glass, and Tsukishiro Reiji took a sip.

The taste of bourbon should be mellow and soft, maybe because he is a novice, he only feels uncomfortable and spicy after one bite.

The heat burned from the tip of his tongue to his throat, and he coughed repeatedly.

Osamu Dazai drank too much today, his taste buds were already numb to the alcohol, but seeing the young man's jerky appearance, he felt the strong aroma of the alcohol again.

He really likes the taste of whiskey.

taste not good.

Reiji Tsukishiro involuntarily poked the cup a little farther away.

His childish actions made the boss amused, and he couldn't help sighing when he saw Osamu Dazai's novelty of observing the small animals.

"Is there any wine you want to try?" Osamu Dazai stopped drinking, and asked persuasively.

"Scotland." Tsukishiro Reiji said.

His knowledge of alcohol was limited to the name of the alcohol mentioned in the comments. If Dazai asked him again, he might have to say gin.

"Boss, have another glass of Scotch."

The boss glanced at Osamu Dazai, and while spurning him for spoiling the children, served Tsukishiro Reiji neatly.

The brown-yellow-red wine was clear and transparent. Reiji Tsukishiro sniffed it, and smelled a faint burnt aroma.

He took a careful sip this time, tasting a little smokiness.

Scotch, while not quite as spicy as bourbon, isn't tasty either.

He wrinkled his nose.

Holding fresh thoughts, Tsukishiro Reiji took another sip.

Hmm... I tasted sweetness this time, seems to be okay?

Osamu Dazai just watched his chick peck rice, and drank two glasses of whiskey in one gulp.

"Reiji?" Seeing that the person was almost drunk, he called out.

The young man ignored him, and after four or five seconds, he turned his head bluntly and tilted his head towards Osamu Dazai.

It seems to be asking, what's wrong?

"Gin." Reiji Tsukishiro said slowly, syllable by syllable, "I want to drink gin."

Like a sloth, like a little snail.

Osamu Dazai looked more and more amusing, and for a while he lay down on the table, overjoyed.

He laughed until Reiji Tsukishiro was dumbfounded, until Osamu Dazai wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, he turned to the boss and said, "Take a bottle of gin."

It means to bring it back.

The boss shook his head, he had already imagined how a dignified mafia cadre would bully a little drunk.

No eyes, really no eyes.

The boss glanced at Osamu Dazai and said calmly, "This store does not provide delivery services."

Dazai shrugged.

In the end, Reiji Tsukishiro held a bottle of gin in his arms, and followed Osamu Dazai all the way, like a small tail, which he couldn't shake off.

Fortunately, Osamu Dazai's apartment is not far away, and we will arrive soon.

Push open the door, the entrance, the kitchen to the living room, the apartment is like a model room, lifeless,

But in the bedroom, there are several rolls of bandages, some scattered books, and a cupboard of black suits piled up on the table.

Osamu Dazai found out a cup for him, and helped him open the cork of the wine bottle.

When he came out of the shower, the drunk was still drinking.

Osamu Dazai twitched the corner of his mouth, which he did not expect.

Seeing the young man's doubts, Osamu Dazai finally fulfilled his wish: "What does Reiji want to ask?"

There was still moisture on his body, and there was a mellow whiskey smell between his lips and teeth.

In Tsukishiro Reiji's eyes, it was no different from a bottle of wine.

The gears of his thinking creaked and turned with difficulty, and it took him a long time to think of the question: "Will Dazai fall in love with someone unconditionally?"

Is what Snow Rabbit said true?

Osamu Dazai never thought he would hear this sentence from the young man, and a look of boredom flashed in his eyes.

"No," Dazai said bluntly.

Under the warm yellow light, his exquisite eyebrows and eyes were extremely cold, and at the end, he added, "Never."

Tsukishiro Reiji was not surprised by this answer, but nodded solemnly, expressing his agreement with Osamu Dazai's point of view.

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows and asked, "What about you?"

"It doesn't exist." Tsukishiro Reiji shook his head.

There is no unconditional love in the world, even if there is, he will always be the first to let go.

Sure enough, Snow Rabbit was lying.

Tsukishiro Reiji felt that he had finally figured it out, he left Dazai in satisfaction, took off his clothes, and got into bed.

"..." Osamu Dazai had the illusion of being used and thrown away for the first time.

The bed is big enough to sleep two people.

Osamu Dazai was not used to it at first, the young man's thin breathing was not noisy, but it always reminded him that there was someone beside him.

However, he didn't sleep well for two consecutive days, and now he was drunk again, and gradually fell asleep.

At the beginning of the day, the neon lights outside the window are on.

The young man hugged Dazai Osamu stickily, his whole body was steaming like a small stove.

There was an extra person in his arms, Osamu Dazai woke up, yawning and feeling uncomfortable looking at the sleeping person.

So Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand to pinch Reiji Tsukishiro's nose, and after a while, the other person floated up to the surface like a small fish short of water, opened his mouth slightly, and slapped his wrist with hot breath.

Osamu Dazai let go of his nose to cover the young man's mouth.

Suddenly found it very interesting, so he started playing like this.

Until he woke up, a pair of blue pupils stared at Osamu Dazai, but they were incapable of killing because of the moisture.

As the culprit, Osamu Dazai blinked innocently and slapped him, "Does Reiji want to sleep?"

Chaotic mind turned for a while, Tsukishiro Reiji shook his head slightly.

"Going to sleep..."

The clear voice was accompanied by a thick nasal sound. He raised his eyes and saw Dazai Osamu who was close at hand. He subconsciously felt something was wrong and moved back.

Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes, he didn't like to be slept next to someone, but at this moment he couldn't understand the other person's small movements of retreating.

Just thinking about how to wake up the drowsy person, suddenly, the mobile phone vibrated one after another.

Osamu Dazai frowned. Before and after going to bed, he hated this sound extremely, which often meant work.

But the vibrating sound did not come from my mobile phone.

He was too lazy to get up, so he put one hand on the young man's side, passed his arm over him, and took the mobile phone on the bedside table to mute it.

[(1 minute ago) What do you want to eat tonight? ——Toru Amuro]

[(1 minute ago) Where are you? ——Zhanping]

On the lock screen interface, two text messages popped up.

Osamu Dazai stared at the word "thinking" and raised his eyebrows.

He scrolled down and saw three missed calls.

Immediately afterwards, the second and third text messages popped up.

[(Just now) Sorry, I didn't mean that, I'm worried that I can't contact you. ——Zhanping]

【(Just now) in Yokohama?Do you need me to pick you up? ——Toru Amuro]

Osamu Dazai glanced at the young man, and finally his eyes settled on the earring he was wearing, which was a locator.

And the other party knows that this is a locator.

Looking at the unaware young man, Osamu Dazai was eager to move with his mobile phone.

After a few tens of seconds of hesitation, another text message popped up on the screen.

【(Just now) catch up on sleep?Wake up and call back, I don't turn on mute. ——Zhanping]

Osamu Dazai snorted softly, he decided to do a good deed.

The phone password was easy to guess, so he entered a string of numbers casually, and sure enough.

The password is Snow Rabbit's birthday.

Osamu Dazai turned on the camera, picked a good angle for the sleeping young man, and pressed the shutter.

After clicking on LINE, he dragged the two of them into a discussion group.

In the discussion group, an emoji of a cat appeared in an instant, which was posted by "Zhen Ping".

Then the other party seemed to see that there was another person in the discussion group, and quickly withdrew.

Dazai laughed.

What cute emoticons do old men use.

The other stood still and didn't post anything, as if he didn't see the discussion group.

Obviously, he was still sending messages to the youth in the last second.

One minute later, the discussion group finally had a second message except "Matsuda Jinpei withdrew a message".

【Tsukishiro Reiji: [Picture]】

In the dim room, the light of a small night lamp shone alone on the young man's face.

The young man was sleeping on his side, curled up slightly, holding his hands weakly.

The shirt was rumpled, revealing a thin waist, and the loose neckline couldn't hide the collarbone.

His face was flushed red, his ears were pink to the point of shame, there was no gloomy look in his eyes, his good features were fully exposed, he was peaceful and gentle.

Matsuda Zhen tied his hand faster than his brain, saved the picture at the first time, and couldn't help but feel hot when he reacted.

Should he delete it...

But I can't press the delete key in my hand.Matsuda Jinping silently spurned himself in his heart.

Glancing at the photo again, he suddenly noticed something strange, the bed beside the young man was slightly sunken...

There is another person beside the other party!

Is it zero/jingguang?But who is the other person in the discussion group?

He suddenly became agitated.

Before he could think clearly, the third message popped up.

[Yuecheng Reiji: Don't make noise, he is sleeping. 】

? !

Matsuda Jinpei suddenly sat up on the bed.

Almost a second before he edited the message and pressed send—

"The group has been disbanded"

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The author has something to say:

[1]: I borrowed the setting that Dazai likes whiskey three times

[2]: Disqualification from the world