Miss Hardcore Love Daily

I wanted to jump into the deep sea without apology.

Dazai took it out of the freezer in the store, put it in a white glass bottle, mixed with five or six sleeping pills.

But he saw a person like himself there, this person, even he felt pity, because at least he knew where he was, and she didn't know it, she was ignorant.

Wanyinjiaye was covered with a bag on the head - she admitted that she hit it - a 19-year-old young man stuffed with clothes that can be worn outside. The same shirt, trousers and belt, and then put it on honestly.

She was wearing men's clothes, and she had a sense of embarrassment like a child stealing an adult's clothes, but there was no embarrassment on her face that the clothes didn't fit.

Miss Wan Yin was very calm. She tried her best to fold the clothes in as snugly as possible, and tied up the trousers with a belt so that no one could see that they didn't fit at all.

If it weren't for the overly long hair and overly gorgeous and soft facial features, people would think that this is a handsome young man.

She just has that skill.

Can cook, can make wine, can manage the size of a wine shop, can also take care of a person from beginning to end, can wash clothes, can organize home decorations, and let others find no faults according to the extremely comfortable aesthetics.

In addition to these housework, she has no fear in the tea ceremony, flower art, and poetry recitation.

Although knowing these things already makes people feel powerful, but Miss Wanyin knows more things-smoking, drinking, fighting, men.

She has developed almost omnipotence, a gift of her own talent and time over a hundred years.

In fact, even if Ms. Wan Yin did not follow this young man who lived alone—or if the young man came back, she might not be reduced to the street, but she responded to the young man's request and was dressed in a strange suit. The coat was wrapped up and brought home.

She couldn't tell why, she just wanted to keep herself from being alone.

Wan Yinjiaye looked at the black-haired woman with fluttering long hair in the bathroom, and then picked up the razor blade used by the original owner...

The night view of Yokohama, Kanagawa is very beautiful. From the window of Dazai Osamu's apartment, you can see the slowly rotating Ferris wheel and the tall buildings with red light on the roof.

She bent down from here and looked down, it was a very high distance, the distance that ordinary people could fall to death by jumping off.

This is the fifth hour Wanyin Jiaye has known Dazai Zhi. On the first night, it is really lucky to find a place of refuge so quickly, but not so lucky, the young man who kept saying that he would take her out He fell asleep alone on the single sofa with his arms open.

Manyin Kaya, who was wearing trousers, a shirt and socks, was speechless.

She wanted to wake up the sleeping man.

Really, is it too much?How long has it been since I fell asleep...

Turning on the light in the apartment, Wan Yinjiaye began to click and click with his unfinished snacks.

But these things are just a drop in the bucket, they won’t increase your hunger, and they won’t do anything else. Miss Wan Yin took out the empty tinfoil bag of potato chips and poured the last bit of dregs into her mouth.

On the site without a master, the outsiders began to toss wantonly, but it was not 'arbitrary'. Miss Wan Yin just searched all the edible things from places similar to the kitchen, but she had little hope.

She found a small piece of green onion and an egg next to the erected cutting board, and then found about a handful of half-sacks of flour bottoms in the cupboard, and rotten tomatoes on the windowsill.

This is probably the entire inventory of this single young man, Wan Yinjiaye has reason to believe so, after all, this is - single!young!man!ah?

He piled the raw things on the table, and the kitchen lamp shone her shadow on it. With a murmur, Wanyinjiaye finally stretched his magic claws into the refrigerator.

In fact, Konoha does not have such things as electricity, refrigerators, and light bulbs, but how to put it, Wan Yinjiaye is a very stubborn and conservative person. She likes to be free on the one-third of an acre of land. Use and buy.

Therefore, it is considered ignorant.

The moment the refrigerator was opened, there was a chill in it. Miss Wan Yin had never seen such a posture before, and the fine fluff on her face immediately stood on end.

Seeing the novelty, Wan Yin Jia Ye looked at the things in the refrigerator, but Wan Yin Jia Ye was a bit at a loss as to the aluminum cans that caused human instincts to be uncomfortable like copying and pasting.

The words on the top are words she doesn't understand, the first row is of the same type, the upper three rows are three different aluminum cans, and the bottom one is written by Wanyin Jiaye, which should be some kind of wine.

Glass bottles of different sizes were filled with yellow, pink, blue, in short, all kinds of liquors. Wanyin Jiaye took out a bottle with small Japanese characters on it as a note.

It was indeed some kind of wine.

She took out three types of cans on the three layers, opened them and smelled them with her nose... "Beer??"

Disappointedly looking into the innermost part of the refrigerator, there are also things like copy and paste.

Wanyin Jiaye may not have seen what should be in the refrigerator of ordinary people, she just felt strange, but Dazai Osamu's refrigerator was far from allowing her to discover all the wonderful things.

Because, after Wanyin Jiaye opened the bottom, the colder temperature made her intuition that it should be a place where something is frozen.

The bottom is different from the top, it is a transparent cabinet with four drawers.

As I said before, Osamu Dazai's refrigerator is far from fully showing its "charm". When Ms. Wan Yin opened the first drawer with subtle expectations that night, she should regret that she would open the second drawer. Drawers and even third and fourth.

"..."

In the deserted bachelor apartment, only the sound of silent breathing remained.

"never mind."

The brunette girl closed the refrigerator door, holding the white wine that had been uncorked by hand, and drank it on her back. A spicy and sweet taste along the esophagus slightly relieved her hunger.

After wiping her mouth, she intends to be self-reliant...that is, to use the rotten tomatoes, scallions, eggs, and flour that have been in the cupboard for an unknown amount of time.

In fact, it doesn't matter if Wanyin Jiaye opens the door and leaves this place at such a time.Originally, she didn't know this person named Osamu Dazai before, even if she ran away, this person could be regarded as a fantasy he saw after he was drunk.

However, due to some reasons, Miss Wan Yin honestly cooked a pot of noodles by herself.

Although this pot of noodles... the black-haired girl held the chopsticks and looked at the noodles in the red tomato soup with almost no eggs, she snorted and picked up the bowl.

In the entire quiet room, the only sound was the sound of her sipping noodles.

Well, I didn’t expect it to be delicious with so much MSG.

Wan Yinjiaye recalled the irritable mood that he almost smashed the kitchen just now, so he couldn't help speeding up the noodles.

What is this called, oh yes, the wounded heart needs to be soothed!

The young man who fell asleep due to the effects of drugs and alcohol woke up in his own bed. It was because Wan Yinjiaye felt that where he was lying was a bit of an eyesore, so he slipped him into the room.

It happened to be night when he woke up, so there was an illusion that he was still in the night, but it was just his illusion.

It has been another day and night since Wanyinjiaye ate the only food in his family last time. If he pushed the door and walked out, he would see a drunk man holding a wine bottle and silently in front of the computer screen.

After Miss Wan Yin ate the food, she turned her attention to the wine. Anyway, the wine is also made from food, so this wave is not bad.

It's just that because of the huge amount of alcohol, it took her almost another day to swallow it all, and she learned to surf the Internet without a teacher.

It is rumored that if the cats picked up from outside are not fed, they will run away by themselves.

It's just that Wanyin Jiaye stole the wine and ate it by himself, and stayed where he was without food.

At first, Osamu Dazai forgot that he had picked up such a thing at home. He first found the anti-alcoholic medicine in the drawer of the bedside table and swallowed it as usual, and then took a slow shower with his clothes on his hands before thinking about it. When I woke up, my stomach was empty, and I planned to take a bottle of beer and go out for food.

But when he approached the door, he heard a conversation between a strange man and a woman in the living room.

'Listen to me, xx sauce'

'I don't listen, I don't listen! '

'Bala blah...'

"?" Slowly, the young man made a question mark in his heart.

He unscrewed the doorknob, the smell of alcohol filled the room, the smell of different brands and varieties of wine mixed together, the dizzy young man frowned, the open refrigerator emitted enough cold air, and there was nothing in it ...But in contrast, the ground is indeed full of mess.

There are crushed soda cans everywhere, and corks rolled on the ground. The garbage is concentrated in a fan shape, and its roots are located on the only single sofa he bought in the living room.

The memory of the time before he was drunk and fell asleep suddenly popped up.

The naughty kitten in the middle of this pile of glass bottles, plastic paper, and cans has not realized anything yet. She is holding the last half bottle of dry red here, and while filling her mouth, she also said...

"Damn! These grapes are really unpalatable!"

Drunk people babbled nonsense, but Osamu Dazai understood the equation: wine=wine=food=grapes.

"Huh..." The young man let out a sigh, then walked over to take away the half bottle of dry red, and stroked the girl's black hair: "Miss neurosis, I really want to beat you up now~"

The red-faced Wanyin Jiaye moved his head uncomfortably, then raised his head in bewilderment, staring at the smiling young man with a pair of dead fish eyes, for a long time——

"belch----"

Osamu Dazai: "Ah, I'm really full of energy..."

Wanyin Jiaye, who is not so conscious, can say anything, and her intuition is also amazingly sharp at this time.

Although the person in front of her was smiling, she didn't look angry, and even wanted to make a joke of her, but inexplicably, she just felt that the other person was trying to endure and was afraid of something.

"You idiot, you finally woke up, do you know that my mother is about to starve to death!!! Heh! I really don't understand, if you don't wake up, you will not only have half the wine in the refrigerator, but I will also give you half the medicine in the refrigerator You ate it all."

"..." The young man stopped suddenly, but then he stroked her hair: "That's right, since you've looked at the top, you have to look at the bottom too~"

"It's just a human being, and I always want to commit suicide like your father, hmph~ Who gave you the courage! Do you know..."

——Life is very precious.

Eh?

"Did you just talk?" Miss Wan Yin, who was half-swearing, was confused.

"Do you know what?" The young man who was no longer smiling stared at her with dark eyes, but for Wanyin Jiaye, the voice suddenly became extremely distant.

"Life... is precious—"

The tall young man held a girl in his arms, her face was buried in his chest, breathing evenly.

It was supposed to be a very gentle scene, but it forced a crack in his cold expression.

The author has something to say:

Ms. Jia Ye, the all-round housekeeper, hhhh