That's right.Osamu Dazai reluctantly bent the corners of his lips, his curly eyelashes fanned slightly, obviously he didn't want the world to know that he had been wronged as before, and he was soft-hearted and embraced, and the appearance of his head hanging down at the moment still made people feel soft.Are you still a ghost?
I may never be able to let go of Zhou Fangzun's death.Nakahara was also a little funny, sighing slightly and holding Osamu Dazai's face lowered in frustration, and swore very solemnly.But I love you.Because I'm back.Chapter 82***** Nakahara Zhong is also working at home, and the sunlight outside the window is warmly projected through the thin curtains, illuminating the room brightly.After the last document on the table was signed and classified into the completed document, Zhongya breathed a sigh of relief.AhhNakahara also threw away the pen and swallowed the coffee placed on the table, the cold and bitter liquid made his brow tighten, but when he thought of the next work, he had to gurgle and drink the rest of the coffee, and then put the empty teacup back in its place.Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, there was a knock on the office door.- Clasp buckle.Central Plains cadres.There was a knock on the door from men dressed in black.Your Excellency, please come over.Is it another matter of pacifying the war?
Zhongyuan Zhong also rubbed his forehead and got up, and the long black trench coat raised a cold arc.I'll go right over.Be.After the subordinates finished conveying, they walked away with the document bag, obviously there was no time to stay in Hong Kong, where there were many things, and Zhongyuan Zhong also pinched the documents and planned to send them over together to avoid wasting unnecessary time.It's just that occasionally I still think: If the bastard Dazai guy is still in Hong Kong, these things won't all be on him.What's more, it won't be so boring to do alone.Nakahara also sensed that he was thinking about Osamu Dazai, and his expression was solemn, and a dry itch appeared in his throat, causing him to cough a few times very uncomfortably, and groped his throat like a foreign object in his throat, as if he was about to grow a magnificent bloody flower from his flesh and blood.Is it a problem with coffee?
Nakahara could only think of this, but it was the coffee poured by his trusted subordinates, and it wasn't a big problem if he coughed.So Zhong also reluctantly stopped his cranky thoughts, and put the first task on reporting to the chief.It's just that Nakahara couldn't have imagined that instead of being diminished by his deliberate forgetfulness, the cough intensified when he was talking to the leader, Sister Momiji, and the cough seemed to be about to cough out his lungs out of his trachea.In the end, of course, the lungs did not cough up, but a few flowers the size of small thumbs were coughed out of the mouth mixed with red blood.Flowerish vomiting?
Mori Ouwai was shocked.Do you have someone you like?
What like someone?
Nakahara Nakaya took the tissue handed over by Sister Momiji and wiped the corners of his lips, the smell of rust left in his mouth made him want to frown, but this was obviously not a priority.So Zhong also ignored this discomfort and asked.What is flower sickness?
Nakahara was stunned as soon as he spoke, his hoarse and ugly voice was like a saw rubbing against wood, and it was not his voice at all.Flowering disorder means that you have a crush on someone who is sick due to depression.The performance is characterized by spitting flowers out of the mouth when speaking.But if you don't get a kiss from someone you like, you'll die in three days.Sister Momiji explained.Who do you like?
Does he have someone he likes?
Nakahara also flashed a person in front of him, and he closed his mouth tightly.Ah, it seems that I know.All this could not escape the eyes of Sister Momiji, who smiled slightly and covered her red lips with her wide sleeves.Then let's go and confess.Yes.Mori Ouwai crossed his hands and smiled lightly.Then I'll give Nakaya three days off, and I hope you work hard when you come back.Everyone saw this matter very easily, and it seemed that they had guessed who the other party was, and they were even sure that if he went to confess, the other party would definitely agree.Zhongyuan Zhong also moved his lips, but finally did not say the words that came to his lips, and instead took off the hat on his head and put it in his heart, and performed a one-knee salute.Yes, boss, goodbye.Nakahara also disappeared into the Minato Black headquarters, and Nakahara didn't know how Mr.
Mori told his subordinates, but everyone probably thought that he should have gone to confess to someone, and the other party would agree and give a romantic kiss, which not only looked terrible, but also especially romantic.But in fact, Zhong did not intend to confess.After returning to the apartment I bought, I fell asleep and made up for the lack of sleep that I had recently worked overtime all night, during which I was woken up by a phone call.Nakahara also squinted his eyes to find the phone, glanced at the numbers jumping on the display screen, and hung up without thinking.Mackerel, this guy also heard the wind, isn't that right?
Usually the bastard Osamu Dazai harasses him in the middle of the night, but now I don't know where to find out that he is working overtime, and he called over when he made up for sleep.But it can't be ruled out that Mr.
Mori said something to Dazai, after all, it's not a matter of a day or two that the boss prefers Dazai.Zhongyuan Zhong also thought of this and was a little irritable: if it weren't for Nian Zai, they were partners in the past, and he would have been killed if he didn't have the interest in catching someone he knew to be promoted to Jiajue.In the end, I also chose to press power off directly.Suddenly the whole world was cleared.After Zhongyuan Zhongya woke up, he decisively packed his bags and set off to go to the hot spring hotel.By the time Osamu Dazai pried open the door, the building was already empty.By the time Osamu Dazai found Nakaya with a black rose in his hand, it was already the third day.Zhongyuan Zhong also leaned against the counter and coughed with his head buried, and the white flowers were watered brightly under the red bloodstains, revealing a sickly decadent beauty.It's really embarrassing, Nakaya.Nakahara Nakaya reluctantly raised his head and looked at Osamu Dazai, who was smiling lightly, his ice blue eyes arrogant and wanton.What are you doing bastard?
Of course, it's to appreciate the stubborn puppy's tormented appearance because of his infatuation with his owner.Osamu Dazai replied happily, humming a song and putting the black roses he bought in the pot to admire them, before shaking his head in a pretentious gesture.Really, I'll tell you if I have a crush on it~ It's not the right thing to do to be stubborn and wait for death~ Dazai Osamu sand-colored long windbreaker with shirt and vest is dressed up, gentle and harmless to people and animals, a pair of peach blossom eyes stained with light red and slightly raised, and when he smiles, he is deceptively gentle.Zhongyuan Zhong also sneered: I have a crush on you?
It doesn't matter if the mouth is hard, Nakaya~ Osamu Dazai shook his hand firmly, as if he was helpless to take the hard mouth, and walked over to Nakaya, who was buried in the wall, pinching his jaw, which was also stained with blood, and dropped a kiss.Because the truth cannot be changed even by lying.Osamu Dazai smiled confidently, and looked at the blue eyes that were so uncomfortable that he was forced out of saline because of the violent coughing, and waited with joy for Nakaya's improvement, but saw that Nakaya began to cough violently, so uncomfortable that he strangled his neck, and coughed out a huge shaped flower at the moment when he was dumbfounded.Spread out in the scarlet bloodstains, the beauty is beautiful!
The strength around Zhongyuan Zhongya seemed to be drained, and the coolness slowly rose from the soles of his feet, and even his consciousness was far away.He felt himself enveloped by Osamu Dazai, along with his incredulous voice.For、Why is this so、Nakahara can also feel that the other party is holding his hand with some force,But this does not prevent the temperature on his body from gradually subsiding,Nakaya's sloppy eyes can no longer see the unwillingness and gloom on the face of the 22-year-old Osamu Dazai,The corners of his lips are hooked。
It's very simple, it's not you that I love.Nakahara also swallowed in his arms, and his eyes closed as if he was asleep.Dazai took off the finger he had placed on his Poirot bow tie and squeezed it in his palm.At this moment, I finally understood what Mr.
Ranbu meant when he said that he was going to find the little man in the detective agency.It's not him, it's not him who the dwarf likes.He came all the way to the last farewell for his former partner.Osamu Dazai calmly called Mori Ouwai, calmly listened to their shocked words, and calmly participated in Nakaya's funeral, and the days seemed to be no different from usual, except for the inexplicable feeling in his heart.Occasionally, when I was in a daze, I walked to Nakaya's apartment, and then found that there was a change of people inside, and I gushed out with extreme anger: This is Nakahara Nakaya's apartment, what are you who dare to enter his room!
How dare you too、Dazai-sama-san I didn't do anything!!
Osamu Dazai woke up from his anger in vain, looked at the young man in a black suit with a frightened look, and let go of the hand that was holding the other party's collar: What is he doing, Nakaya has already died.From this moment on, Osamu Dazai realized that he was not as calm as he appeared to be, and he stumbled away, and a week later, when the news of the death of the newly appointed cadre in Gangheo spread, he met an uninvited guest when he was at home.The pink-haired teenager wears strange green glasses, and there are two things on top of his head that resemble video game controllers, staring at him expressionlessly: I lost a bet with Black Mud, and now I come to see you who grew up as agreed: If you want to know who Nakaya likes, follow me.At that moment, Osamu Dazai knew for the first time what it meant to have mixed feelings, and there were too many questions mixed in his heart, and in the end, he only cared about Nakaya still alive.In the end, Osamu Dazai followed the strange pink hair across time and space, and saw the young Dazai in the hospital wearing a hospital gown, and he was younger and colder.The little boy's eyebrows and eyes are crooked, and his little white face looks sickly, which invisibly adds a weak sense of youth.22-year-old Osamu Dazai and 19-year-old Osamu Dazai looked at each other from afar.Did you call me to congratulate you on fulfilling your suicidal wish ahead of schedule?
No.The sickly and effeminate teenager on the hospital bed curled the corners of his lips.I just want to see what I'm like when I can't protect Oda Sakura and leave Minato Hei in ashes.I can't help but want to laugh out loud at the thought of you being me, pushing the wind farther and farther away.Zhong is also a big grinning character, open-minded by nature, and you don't like to care, you really think that Zhong will not mind your defection?
I should thank you for pushing Nakaya to me.Hawkers,As a thank you, I'll let you know who Nakaya likes.,For whom to go back to 16 years old, right?
Osamu Dazai forgot how to sneer back, and when he heard the footsteps of Nakaya coming, he jumped out of the window on the other side and hid his figure.For the sake of Nakaya's injury, I let myself die for the rest of my life, and I just want to know if Nakaya can also dissipate his anger.Can you come back to me.Osamu Dazai never knew that he could say that he liked it so bluntly.So brave and knows what he wants.I may never be able to let go of the fact that Zhou Fangzun died.Osamu Dazai heard Nakaya answer through the curtain, and he casually thought that the little man was really alive and alive, and he didn't even know that there was a third person present.Or is Nakahara Nakaya all your attention on him at the age of 19?
-I may never be able to mind the things of Zhou Fangzun, but I love you.Osamu Dazai closed his eyes and smiled dumbly: What I like is not him, it's just not him, the author of Osamu Dazai who has left, has something to say: It's over, I wrote all my uneasy points: I also have my own white moonlight, I can never forget it, I will never be liked by everyone and I will never get Dazai's mind unless I understand, and after leaving, I pushed away Nakaya, and I love you at the age of 16.I'm pretty cool~