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The "Underground Prison | Confinement Room" specially set up by the port mafia is a cell filled with stale air.

It is dark and humid here, and you can hardly feel the flow of air. There are only a few faint fires sealed in a few retro oil lamps not far from the wall. Bloodstains illuminated.

Dried blood clots, unpleasant smells, and pitch-black iron bars gradually interweave into a hell-like scene, so dull and depressing that even the soul cannot escape.

Shimoba followed Dazai to such a place now.

There were basically empty cells around, and Dazai took her by the shoulders step by step through those abandoned corners, until he passed through the corridor and came to the deepest cell|confinement room.

Someone was having a conversation inside, and as soon as he approached the door, he heard a joke with a tone as cold as the cold floating out of the gap in the fence.

"It's better than this, I'll kill you."

What responded to him was the sound of a red wine bottle being smashed above his head.

When Shuangye came to the outside of the iron gate, the first thing she saw through the gap was the scene of the sick and slender young man in the white prison uniform being knocked off his head by the wine bottle.

Immediately, the strong smell of expensive red wine diffused in the air.

Strands of rosy red water dripped embarrassingly along the soft and moist black hair of the young man, meandering to the delicate profile, and then disappeared under the slender neck that seemed to be broken with a light pinch.

Even with such an angry treatment, when the face with pale lips was facing the man, there was still a bit of arrogance and a bit of invisible sarcasm.But when he turned his eyes and finally noticed Shuang Ye's figure, he lowered his eyes and smiled softly as if he expected her to appear.

With a tick, the red wine beads on Tosi's eyelashes fell along an arc to the dirty mud under his feet.

This is the opening he wanted.

Shuang Ye's eyes moved slightly when she saw her ex-lover in such a distressed scene, and then she couldn't help but look away in annoyance.

At this time, another man in the prison room finally realized that there was a visitor behind him, and the half of the red wine bottle he was holding tightly fell to the ground in shock: "You, how did you find this place..."

However, cadre A, who subconsciously exposed his thoughts, changed his words urgently, settled his expression, and quickly put on a flattering face, and greeted the group of people present.

"Boss, why don't you send someone to tell me when you come here, so I can be prepared..."

I don't know how much they heard what I just said, if they heard the plan...

Thinking of this, A, who was secretly gnashing his teeth in annoyance, suddenly had a chill on his back, feeling fine cold sweat oozing from his pores, and his strong desire to survive made him slowly raise his eyes to look at the terrifying organization decision-maker in front of him.

It's a pity that the young man in black standing in front of him didn't bother to care about his rebellious thoughts at all, and waved to him calmly: "Step back, leave this to me."

After all, Dazai's right eye that appeared outside the bandages turned back to the "devil" who had been imprisoned. Although Tuosi described it as a mess, his eyes were calm, and he only focused on the two people who were obviously intimate. Human beings have not fallen into any embarrassment at all because of the current situation.

Dazai looked at it for a moment, then suddenly curled up his thin lips, and explained to the surrounding subordinates in a very eloquent manner, tearing up the script of someone pretending to be pitiful in front of Shimoba——

"You can't neglect our 'guests' like this. Hurry up and bring your clothes, drinks and towels, lest they catch a cold."

Dazai greeted the cold gaze of the kind Russian with a smile.

——In his script, no one can take away the miserable and weak white lotus character!

About three or ten minutes later, they sat in a room that was larger and brighter.

Shimoba sat next to Dazai, as if she felt that she had become a hypocritical 'Princess and the Pea', and something was blocking her, making her feel like she was sitting on pins and needles.

Obviously, the 'pea' that makes Shuangye feel upset is the person in front of her.

The young man in white who had changed back into his clean clothes restrained his breath, and sat on the seat opposite to count his fingers. Behind him, a young man with a scar on his face held a towel and repeatedly wiped the wetness stained with red wine for him. black hair.

The cross-embroidered placket with religious atmosphere set off the current face that has become clean and delicate again, showing an overly harmless temperament, quiet and well-behaved.

During the few minutes when everyone was silent, Tosi suddenly opened his pale lips, and his voice was like a fragile glass flower, clear and unreal: "Shuangye used to wipe my hair for me..."

Because he always likes to let his hair drip with water after taking a bath, every time at this time, Shuangye would not like this appearance, press him on the sofa, and carefully dry every drop of water with a soft towel.

The climate in Siberia is very cold in winter, and all the heat can be dissipated at once. The back of his hand was quickly cooled by the rapidly cooling water droplets on his hair when he just got out of the bath, and then the half-squatting frost leaves wiped the water stains She fell, wrapped his hand in her palm, put it on her lips and blew hot air, while looking up at him with a smile.

Like snow melting into a firewood pile in the hearth.

The body and mind are willing to contribute to the warm holy fire, but at the same time, the melting snow water can finally put out the fire.

For the parties concerned, perhaps every second of memory is like a cruel death penalty, which makes people feel sad when they think about it.

"... You guys are so good at being cheap." Shuang Ye spit out this sentence with some scalp numbness, she can't let her wipe his hair for him now, it's too beautiful to think.

Moreover, he still said such things in the presence of a vinegar spirit next door.

Shimoba had a premonition that she cast a secret glance to the side, and found that Dazai was actually smiling.

This is vinegar, definitely vinegar.

Sure enough, Dazai put his hand on her shoulder lightly, and deliberately made a pure expression of distress and guilt in front of Tuosi and said: "I'm sorry, because Xiao Shuangye needs to help me brush my hair every night now. Well... maybe I can't help you anymore."

What kind of advanced online performance of the white lotus essence is this? The profound skill immediately made the young man behind Tosi tremble, and then couldn't stand the pressure, and left the scene under the signal of Dazai.

The air around him changed inexplicably.

Tuo Si ignored the young man with superb acting skills in front of him, and Dazai also smiled back with an aura that was not inferior to his, so that Frost Leaf was caught in the middle, as if the needles pointed at the front and back, which made her feel chilly.

It was the well-meaning Russians who took the lead in breaking the deadlock.

However, he didn't respond to Dazai's words, but turned his eyes to look at Shimoba, his purple eyes that were so quiet that they cast a mysterious mist, as if they could wet her figure.

"Shuangye, after you left me, no one told me to go to bed on time, and no one would warm my hands."

"..."

Shuangye immediately wanted to scold this stinky brother, didn't you ask for it all yourself!What's the use of pretending to be pitiful now!

But before she spoke, it was Osamu Dazai next to her who fought back for her. Facing such a shameless person pretending to be pitiful, he is already a veteran and always has a way to thwart others.

He stroked Shuangye's hair lightly and softly, and looked at Tuo Si with a pathetic pleading for forgiveness: "Don't blame Xiao Shuangye, blame me if you want...it's because I always hurt my body every now and then. Weak, Xiao Shuangye couldn't let go of her heart and came to take care of her all the time, and she couldn't find time to recall the old people who didn't need to be remembered."

Tosi paused here, decided to ignore him, and continued to say to himself: "Shuangye, in order to write the name on the one hundred pages, I didn't close my eyes for three days, and I forgot to eat. The hospital I sent to..."

Dazai responded calmly: "I understand, just like I used to secretly stay up late to deal with work, and easily passed out due to hypoglycemia, Xiao Shuangye felt distressed, and after scolding me, she got up and cooked me supper, she is so kind."

This time, Tuo Si was finally willing to turn his eyes back to Dazai, his eyes were no different from looking at a dead person who urgently needs to be "salvated", and his cold heart did not waver at all.

After a while, he uttered a sentence lightly: "No matter how restrained your emotions are, feelings are not so easy to cut off..."

He calmly lifted his slender eyelashes, looked forward without blinking, and just like this quietly loaded the lights of the room.

"...Shuangye said that the person who will always be most worried about me is me."

As long as he still 'can't let go', then he is not a loser.

The smile on the corners of Dazai's lips also faded when he heard this, his expression was like a relief mask pasted on his face.Afterwards, he put a knife in Xinxin's heart with a half-smile: "Oh, I haven't informed you of a happy event yet. Xiao Shuangye and I are getting married. How about holding the wedding in Russia? It's time to invite you."

The expression on Tosi's face was finally completely torn off at this moment, and he parted his pale lips expressionlessly, and responded perfunctorily, "Hehehe."

Dazai's smile was the opposite brilliant: "Hahaha."

Sandwiched in the middle of the Shura field where two white lotus flowers that emerge from the mud but not stained are playing with each other, Shuang Ye feels that life is difficult: "..."

Why on earth did it become like this.

Perhaps because she felt that this topic was getting more and more dangerous, Shuangye, who didn't want to execute the punishment publicly, quickly stopped the tit-for-tat confrontation between the two, and got to the point with one sentence: "Don't talk about it, this time I came here for no other reason, just to find out what you have hidden. The next step behind the scenes, Fedya."

The room finally returned to silence.

Seeing her eyes focused on herself, Shuang Ye said to the young man in white in a deep voice: "Don't think I will believe that you were captured by a 'human trafficker' so easily, I just don't understand your heart, it doesn't mean I don't Understand your ability——what exactly do you want to get when you come here?"

Up to now, Shuangye no longer has the courage to dare to say that she can see through his heart.

They stared at each other for a long time at this moment, and Shuangye felt as if she was staring at a towering iceberg, covered with extremely cold white snow that never melted all year round, so she, a climber who had tried to climb, could only stand halfway up the mountain. Weakly holding the iron pick in his hand, the wind and snow blew over, and even the tears in the corners of his eyes were frozen.

The slender young man in white opened his bloodless lips, and after a long while, the truth was spoken in a very soft voice from those lips——

"I want you back."

People, it is easy to get lost in the snow-capped mountains.

Shuang Ye clearly saw her current expression in his calm purple eyes without any breeze blowing, full of puzzlement and bewilderment.

——His words made her miserable again.

Love can make a person constantly entangle with pain, and hate can also do the same. After the reaction, the emotional thickness doubled in the soul can no longer be shaken off, and the moment the sediment is pressed down, it can bury people.

In fact, the most painful thing is not the moment of separation, but whenever she thought she could get used to the pain, she was forcibly fed back to the memory of the past by the other party. She stepped on a sharp glass with her bare feet and pierced into her skin. The pain was transmitted along the blood, tightening the fragile heart at once.

But he made a mistake, as long as he can absorb more love, such scars can be healed.

Shimoba stood up from the chair, and Dazai also got up after seeing this, trying to hug her to stabilize her figure.This time, Dazai didn't say anything, but Shimoba had already absorbed enough strength from him, she held onto the arm that lay across her waist, and stared intently at the slender and elegant man in front of her at all times. youth.

Since he left, he has been trying to persuade him to stay.

But this emotional game is doomed from the moment deceit is born - no one is a winner, they both lose.

So she said, "Feyya, there's no need for this, really."

Whether it's true or not, you can't undo it.