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015 Beasts and deep-sea fish in the month【One more】

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When I was fished out of the river, my hands and feet were so cold that they didn't feel like my own.I lay on the ground, feeling like I was about to cough up all my viscera.The evening wind hammered into the bones like a nail, and it was so cold that one wished to die immediately, so as to be free from this senseless suffering.Until a hand turned me over after I regained my breathing, the sky and the earth rotated and exchanged positions before my eyes, and I saw two faces hanging on the side, one on the left and one on the top right.

One of them was a stranger, a teenager.He looked about my age, with bangs cut obliquely, with a yellow and thin face, thin clothes wetly attached to his weak body, and looked at me worriedly, "I see you are floating in the river...are you okay?"

And the other one can only be Osamu Dazai.He coughed twice and smiled at me without much apology.

Not only that, but he also raised his head, glared fiercely at the unknown boy, and gave a fierce "tsk", "Are you the one who prevented me from drowning in love?"

"Martyrdom martyrdom martyrdom?!!"

"Yeah, martyrdom—that is, committing suicide with a woman you like—don't you think it's a beautiful way to end your life?"

"I don't think so at all!" The boy opened his eyes wide in horror, looked at Dazai, and then at me lying on the ground, "And do you really agree with each other?!"

I picked up a rock that was close to me—my arm had become like soaked noodles from the tossing—and threw it with no force at all, only hitting Osamu Dazai in the calf.He didn't turn his head to look at me, and then said to the boy: "But today is just an experiment, it's our fault that caused you trouble, if you have any request for an apology, feel free to ask."

Of course, whether he will do so is another matter.

The boy looked very shaken, but his stomach gave the answer first.

"Oh, haven't you had dinner, boy?"

"Yes... I haven't eaten much for several days..."

It seems that it is not unusual to have the strength to save someone after being hungry for a few days.

Immediately afterwards, Osamu Dazai's stomach also growled. He didn't feel embarrassed at all, and calmly turned the pocket of the windbreaker inside, but there was still water in it except for water.

"Unfortunately, the wallet was washed away." He said innocently, and then looked at me, "Xiaoyu, did you bring the secondary card?"

I can't be bothered to talk to him.The cold water didn't wake me up, but I started to feel drowsy.All the strength was pulled away by the muscles, trembling non-stop, even barely getting up from the ground, almost knocking his chin on the ground.I really don't understand how Osamu Dazai managed to sit up straight under such harsh conditions. He put his hands in the wet pockets of his windbreaker and stood beside him contentedly.It was still a young man who couldn't see it, so he gave me a hand.

"Well, it seems that I can only make up for you some other day." Osamu Dazai said, "Then at least let me know your name, you meddlesome boy."

The nosy boy showed a look of indescribable expression, "My name is Atsushi Nakajima."

"Dun Jun? I remember." He nodded, and then announced a series of numbers, "Call this number tomorrow, and ask the person who answers the phone to treat you to dinner."

I solemnly declare that today, Osamu Dazai’s level of hate in my mind has climbed to a new peak-not only did he hug me and fell into the river together, he even reported to the savior that it was my phone number! ! !

Although I don't know where he got my new phone number from, and Atsuya Nakajima did save me, but at this moment, my feeling of wanting to kill him is definitely not fake.

Besides Chuya, there must be other people in the world who hate Osamu Dazai as much as we do.

Just when the young man patted my cheek lightly, telling me not to fall asleep, there was a roar from the other side of the river that could penetrate the sky.

It was Osamu Dazai's name that was shouted.I was startled by this sound, Osamu Dazai rubbed my wet head, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, that's Kunikida, my new colleague."

Neuropathy!Ghosts are afraid!

It's a pity that I didn't have the strength to shake off his hand, and I didn't even want to stare at him.

"That's right! You can ask Kunikida to invite us to dinner! Xiaoyu can come too!" He made a proposal without authorization, and said generously, "What would you like to eat? Feel free to mention it."

It wasn't his money anyway.

Kobe beef.I wonder.

No matter how bad it is, sukiyaki is fine.The sukiyaki hot pot filled with white steam, the burnt and clear soup base made of soy sauce are neatly packed with various ingredients, just imagine the boiled white tofu and the soft rotten beef containing the soup Sliding through the esophagus together, I would have the illusion of feeling warm.

"If it's possible..." Atsushi Nakajima finally spoke. He had already shown a satisfied and relaxed expression before the meal was on his lips. It was too easy to be satisfied. "I want to eat ochazuke."

Later, when I recalled the first meeting between the two, I couldn't help feeling sorry for Atsushi Nakajima.According to the income level that China can buy a house in Tokyo at any time, it would not be too bad to come to Osamu Dazai.Although Mr. Sen is very dark, he is so generous in terms of employee benefits that he can be called the conscience of capitalism.But at that time, the boy who had just been kicked out of the orphanage and was about to starve to death on the street chose a bowl of home-cooked food that I could cook up.

After all, before satisfying spiritual needs, people rely on the instinct of survival to drive themselves.

"The long-cherished wish of a boy who is about to die of starvation is tea and rice." Osamu Dazai seemed to have heard some terrible joke, and then said loudly enough that Kunikida on the other side of the river could hear it, "Yes. Not to mention a bowl of chazuke! Even Kunikida-kun will pay for thirty bowls!"

"Do you have any shame Dazai for spending my money so generously?!" Kunikida on the other side shouted angrily.

"Dazai?" Atsushi Nakajima looked towards us, "Is that your name?"

"Yeah. Dazai, Dazai." Dazai hugged me and stood up. Only then did I realize that his body temperature was very warm, not at all like a person who had just been caught in the wind from the water.Then he pointed at me with his chin again, "This child is Central Plains Deep Sea. Just call her Xiaoyu."

I finally couldn't help struggling and wanted to reach out and scratch Osamu Dazai's face, but he had already clamped my wrist in his hand.

So I could only vent my anger at Atsushi Nakajima, "If you dare to say that, I will kill you!"

I hate this title so much.

Everyone knows that fish in the deep sea are extremely ugly, but Osamu Dazai wants to call me such a nickname, how could he accept it? !

"Ah, every girl talks about death and killing every day. If she looks so similar to Zhong, she won't be able to get married in the future." He stepped on my minefield again.And before I had time to attack, I heard him say again, "Also, you scared Dun Jun. He is innocent."

Osamu Dazai's voice always seems to have an incredible magic power. I discovered it when he sang lullabies to lull me to sleep when I was a child.But there is only one such memory, maybe it is because most of the memories he left me are miserable and dark, that makes this little bit of tenderness become as rare as a gem.

I broke away from his hand and glanced at Atsushi Nakajima, who was so submissive by me.

So innocent.He doesn't need to bear my anger at all.

I lowered my eyes and muttered, "Central Plains, or Deep Sea, call it whatever you want."

"Midori?" The boy stretched out his finger and spent a few strokes in the air, "Green green?"

"It's the deep sea of ​​deep sea (shinkai)." Japanese people's way of pronouncing Chinese characters is too casual, so I patiently explained to him, "Green can be blue, and blue can also be ocean."

"That's why I'm called Deep Sea."