My cubs are all blackened

dong dong.

The crisp knocking sound echoed in the ears.

"Dazai, wake up."

Accompanied by that gentle and tender voice, Osamu Dazai opened his eyes slightly, a little confusion flashed in his eyes.

He rubbed the corners of his eyes dimly, looked at the person in front of him who woke him up softly, and then, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on his head, he woke up instantly and sat upright.

With a helpless smile, Ye Lian looked at him blinking and looking around, and kindly explained: "I have slept for two hours, didn't you sleep well last night?"

Osamu Dazai looked at the clock on one side, only to realize that it was almost six o'clock in the afternoon, and the clouds outside the window had also turned into a thousand colors. Before he knew it, he fell asleep in the ocean of books.

"..."

There was a hint of complexity in Dazai Osamu's eyes.

He actually fell asleep when he was alone with this man, there must be a limit if there is no vigilance.

Who knows if this person will move his hands and feet when he is asleep, hum.

He wanted to stretch lazily, but as soon as he moved his arms, he found a heavy piece of clothing on his shoulders.

Osamu Dazai turned his head slightly, and found that it was a gray checked suit jacket. This unique suit can only be owned by one person in the Mafia.

Dazai Zhi couldn't help looking at the man smiling at him, and he found that Ye Lian was only wearing a white shirt, the handsome young man's eyebrows looked clean and fair, and a smooth forearm was exposed under the slightly rolled up cuffs.

"It's time to finish eating, let's stop here today." Meeting his gaze, Ye Lian stretched out his hand towards him.

"That's great~"

Osamu Dazai took off the suit jacket on his shoulders, and handed it to Ye Lian naturally. The suit brushed against his cheek, bringing out a quiet scent of gardenia, and when Ye Lian put it on, Dazai He suddenly frowned suspiciously.

Wait, why did he understand that Ye Lian was asking for a suit when he reached out?

What happened to the tacit understanding just now! !

More and more puzzled by his recent behavior, Osamu Dazai clenched his teeth in annoyance, trying to wake himself up.

And when the two of them sat at the dining table to eat, Osamu Dazai looked at a large bowl of crab meat near him, and then disappeared again.

When he realized that it might be the first dinner that he had been given sleeping pills, he stared at his own dinner with indifference. Although the colors inside were bright and appetizing, he didn't move his chopsticks at all. idea.

Japanese people are accustomed to serving their own portion in bowls and not sharing food with other people at the same table, so it is easy to put medicine in his bowl.

Osamu Dazai knew this very well, so he just sat there with a blank expression on his chopsticks. After all, just skipping dinner would not kill him.

"Isn't it to your taste?"

His weirdness was naturally noticed by Ye Lian, and he couldn't help asking.

"How could it be?" Osamu Dazai smiled at him, without any desire to explain.

And Ye Lian watched him quietly for a while, then gracefully picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of saury as if showing off, and explained: "This is saury, grilled with salt, and put some chili."

With Dazai Osamu's puzzled expression, he swallowed the fish, and every movement was as beautiful as a painting.

After that, he took the trouble to introduce other dishes to Osamu Dazai one by one, and finally swallowed a small piece of each.

After finishing all this, he put down his chopsticks, and suddenly asked his subordinates to exchange the dish in front of him with that of Osamu Dazai.

Soon, in front of Osamu Dazai was a dish that Ye Lian had eaten a small piece, while in front of Ye Lian was a brand new dish. All the subordinates couldn't understand the meaning of Ye Lian's actions. He thought it was letting Dazai Zhi eat Ye Lian's leftover food, so he couldn't help feeling sympathetic to Dazai Zhi.

But only Dazai Zhi opened his eyes and looked at Ye Lian who was smiling at him, and the cold place in his heart was suddenly touched.

Ye Lian didn't continue to look at him, but lowered his head, and ate his dinner quietly following the rule of eating without saying a word, and Dazai Zhi also looked away for a long time, looking at the steaming dishes below, for a long time, slowly He picked up the chopsticks and put them in his mouth.

Since it was eaten by Ye Lian, it is impossible to add sleeping pills to the dish, so he can eat it with confidence.

But the next day's dinner, when Osamu Dazai came to the dining table with some mixed feelings, what he saw this time was several complete dishes, which were not divided, which was a bit like the Chinese eating habits.

There are exclusive silver chopsticks on each dish, which seems to be prepared for cleanliness.

Ye Lian didn't say anything this time, but took the lead in putting some of the rice in Dazai Osamu's bowl into his own rice, and then tasted each portion of the dish in front of him as if testing poison, and bent his lips at Dazai Osamu smile.

Therefore, Osamu Dazai could not refuse such a sumptuous dinner.

To this day, it seems to be Ye Lian's habit to test the poison in advance. He finishes all these naturally and quickly, and Dazai will really start to move his chopsticks.

Although there was no conversation between the two, they were very quiet and peaceful, and there was a faint warmth in the air.

In the evening, Osamu Dazai, who has studied for a day, can have his own relaxation time. He can use these rooms on the top floor as he pleases, that is to say, he can go to the living room to watch TV, take a bath in the bathroom, or play online games. Ye Lian He also cared not to let anyone disturb him, so that he could truly relax.

But when it was time to sleep, Osamu Dazai would always tense his nerves. There was always a sharp shard of glass hidden under his pillow, and he stared at the door without blinking, not knowing whether he was looking forward to or fearing the familiar figure. .

Occasionally, Ye Lian would come to his room, still carrying in his hand the book of children's fairy tales that were mentally handicapped to the point of doubting life.

Osamu Dazai didn't know whether this was Ye Lian's method to make him relax, or Ye Lian really wanted to experience the feelings of his old father, but this could not prevent Dazai from being tortured day and night.

There is no other reason, just like a master of painting who is forced to watch the illogical ghost paintings in kindergarten, it is a kind of pain that insults IQ.

Ye Lian was sitting on that chair, calming his emotions with a soft voice. Every time he would bring a different story of mental retardation, and Osamu Dazai would complain about the logic of the story with a dark face while Drowsy and close your eyes.

He never knew if Ye Lian touched him secretly after he fell asleep, but when he got up in the morning, he pulled off his pajamas and looked at his body. There were indeed no red marks, and he didn't feel any discomfort. Ye Lian was really just coaxing him to sleep.

He put on a suit more and more proficiently, fastened a straight tie, and then walked out of the room with a beautiful smile, and the day started like this.

But today, Ye Lian suddenly looked at him seriously, with a puzzled expression on his brows: "Dazai, don't you like reading?"

"What do you like about such rigid things?" Osamu Dazai waved his hand lazily.

Besides, why should he try his best to do what this man asked him to do? It's really annoying.

"I don't like rigid books." Ye Lian held his chin and pondered for a while, and then immediately raised the corners of his lips: "Okay, let's move your body."

Osamu Dazai blinked his eyes in confusion, and was forcibly dragged to the training ground by Ye Lian after eating breakfast.

With a cold gun stuffed in the palm of his hand, Ye Lian stood with his hands behind his back and pointed to the center target in the distance: "How about practicing marksmanship, isn't it rigid?"

Osamu Dazai: "..."? ? ?