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Atsushi Nakajima got out of the car, and Nakahara Nakahara didn't get out of the car, but turned off the engine and sat in the car waiting for the other party.

"Wait a minute." From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of something on the opponent's back, and he subconsciously stopped.

Atsushi Nakajima turned around when he heard his voice: "What's wrong?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also waved: "Come here, then turn your back to me."

Atsushi Nakajima did as he did. Nakahara Nakaya, who was sitting in the car, looked at Atsushi Nakajima who was standing outside with his back to him, fell silent for a few seconds, and said, "Squat down."

Oh!It turns out that there is a height difference between standing and sitting!

Atsushi Nakajima's knees were slightly bent, and Nakahara Nakaya raised his hand to take out something from his back collar, and then crushed it.

"Okay, you go in." Zhong Yuanzhong also snorted, "Mensao."

Boring... Boring?

Atsushi Nakajima entered the bank in a daze, unable to understand why the other party suddenly popped out these two words.

It was around noon when people were having lunch, and there were very few people in the bank. Atsushi Nakajima quickly finished his work and came out of the bank.

He looked at the two newly-applied bank cards, and thanked Mr. Oda again for his efficiency. If the other party hadn't helped him complete the replacement of the documents, he could not get these two bank cards.

"Sorry, Mr. Nakahara, have you been waiting for a long time?" Atsushi Nakajima returned to the car, fastened his seat belt and closed the door.

"It's okay, not long." Nakahara Chuya started the engine and asked, "Where are we going next?"

"Go to the supermarket."

"what?"

Sensing the other party's confusion, Atsushi Nakajima explained: "Mr. Nakahara didn't have lunch, right? I'm going to buy ingredients to cook for you."

"..." Zhong Yuanzhong didn't say a word, and strengthened his determination to dig the wall.

"By the way, do you have any special favorite food?" Atsushi Nakajima took out his mobile phone and said while sending text messages, "I really want to cook the dishes that guests like to eat when I invite guests to dinner."

"...you just have to look at it."

Zhongyuan Zhong also thought to himself, the matter of prying the corner of the wall must be accelerated.

……

I asked for leave at noon, but Atsushi Nakajima did not ask for leave at night, and worked as usual.

Familiar people appeared in front of the window one by one, until the end of working hours, Nakajima Atsushi did not wait for Osamu Dazai to appear.

Could it be that he just got angry at noon and now doesn't want to see him?

Atsushi Nakajima thought about it, but he only thought of this reason. After work, he still went to the supermarket to buy ingredients for making bento. On the second day, he came to the building and wanted to hand over the bento to Osamu Dazai, but he was by the elevator. After waiting for a long time, Osamu Dazai did not appear.

Atsushi Nakajima turned on his mobile phone and found that it was almost time for him to go to work, and he was entangled in looking at the bento in his hand for a while.

The bento tends to go bad when eaten after a while, Mr. Dazai is not around, what should he do with the bento...

"Hey, isn't this a brat?" Zhong Yuanzhong also walked over, "Who are you standing here waiting for?"

"Wait for Mr. Dazai." Atsushi Nakajima replied truthfully, and then remembered that the two seemed to be partners, so he asked, "Has Mr. Nakahara seen Mr. Dazai?"

"...What gave you the illusion that I would pay attention to where the mackerel is?" Nakahara put his hands in his pockets, "I didn't see it, I didn't see him after I left the cafeteria yesterday."

"Is that so...then I'll ask Oda-san later."

"I suggest you don't look for him." Seeing the puzzled expression of "why?" on the other party's face, Zhongyuan Zhong also said in the tone of a person who has been there, "That mackerel is not slippery, as long as he wants to hide No one else can find him."

Only now did Atsushi Nakajima understand, no wonder he didn't see Osamu Dazai last night and today, it turned out that the other party was avoiding him.

Mr. Nakahara knew each other earlier than him, and he was also a partner. No one knew Osamu Dazai better than him. Since Mr. Nakahara's partner said so, Atsushi Nakajima had no reason not to believe what the other party said.

It seems that this bento is no longer necessary.

Thinking of this, Atsushi Nakajima held the bento in both hands and handed it to the officer Zhefa: "Mr. Zhongyuan, this is for you."

"Wait, you originally intended to give this bento to mackerel?" Zhong Yuanzhong also felt a little disgusted, and whispered, "Why should I accept his bento..."

That being said, he still took the bento.

"Then I'll change it to a bento box next time." Atsushi Nakajima looked at the warm-colored hair of the other party and nodded, "Change to a bento box that is as beautiful as Mr. Nakahara's hair color."

"..." Zhong Yuanzhong also opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer.

Because the white-haired boy's eyes were too sincere, there was no trace of a joke, as if he was telling a firm fact, Zhong Yuanzhong also looked away from those purple-gold eyes out of some mentality, and he tilted his head slightly. : "Well... your eyes are also pretty, but the bangs are like a dog."

Wait, wait, there is no relationship between these two! ?

Zhong Yuanzhong also regretted it very much. Can the donkey lip-smacking statement just now be withdrawn?

However, who is Atsushi Nakajima, no matter how wrong the donkey's lips are with the horse's mouth, he can make it back.

"Actually, I think Mr. Nakahara's eyes are better." Atsushi Nakajima said from the bottom of his heart without thinking, "I like things with warm colors. I fell in love with your hair when I saw you for the first time. The color is really nice. And the eyes too, although your eyes are cool-colored, it doesn't feel awkward when paired with warm-colored hair, on the contrary, it matches well."

Finally, Atsushi Nakajima made a summary: "All in all, I like Mr. Nakahara's (color)."

"...Cough." Zhong Yuan Zhong also looked up at the sky, trying to change the subject, "Well, how did you get your hair like this?"

Atsushi Nakajima was very sensitive in some respects, and at the same time frighteningly dull in some respects. He didn't feel that there was anything wrong with what he said just now. Hearing the other party's question, he recalled it carefully before answering.

"This one!" Atsushi Nakajima raised his hand to stroke his hair, "My dean cut it for me."

"Your dean's craftsmanship...is really not flattering."

"Actually, the dean's usual craftsmanship is very good, but at that time we cut our hair while watching TV. At that time, there was a cross talk on the TV. The dean couldn't help laughing, and his hands shook. In addition, I was Laughed too, the double shake made my hairstyle now."

Thinking of that scene, Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help laughing: "Pfft!"

"Mr. Nakahara, what's wrong with you?" Atsushi Nakajima looked at him suspiciously.

Nakahara Chuya: "I think of a happy thing."

Atsushi Nakajima: "What's the happy thing?"

Nakahara Chuya: "Watching a cross talk, your hair will be eaten by dogs."

"Pfft!" Atsushi Nakajima couldn't hold back his laughter, and the two of them laughed loudly from a small chuckle, and passers-by couldn't help but look at them with crazy eyes.

Since they were standing next to the elevator, the building was inherently high, and climbing the stairs would be exhausting, so everyone chose the elevator, so it was hard to ignore their crazy laughter.

As more and more eyes looked over, the two stopped laughing, and entered the elevator with expressions on their faces that nothing happened.

People who were in the elevator hurried out of the elevator, and those who didn't get on the elevator decisively waited for the next trip, for fear of being infected by strange things.

Two people: "..."

There were only Atsushi Nakajima and Chuya Nakahara in the elevator. Atsushi Nakajima thought belatedly, it seems that he and Mr. Nakahara have built an elevator alone more than once?

It's a coincidence, he thought.

"Little ghost, lend me your phone." Zhong Yuan Zhongya held the lunch box in one hand, and extended his hand to the boy with the other.

"Okay." Atsushi Nakajima took out his mobile phone and put it in the opponent's palm.

Zhongyuan Zhong also quickly pressed several times on his mobile phone. When the elevator stopped at the floor where the cafeteria was located, he just finished his work. He returned the mobile phone: "Here."

Atsushi Nakajima didn't have time to see what the other party was doing, he took the phone and walked out of the elevator, "I'll go to work first, goodbye, Mr. Nakahara!"

I went to work a little late today, and if it weren't for Atsushi Nakajima's proficiency in the kitchen, he would have almost made other people hungry.

Osamu Dazai still didn't come to eat, but Sakunosuke Oda came. When serving the food, Atsushi Nakajima asked, "Did Mr. Oda see Mr. Dazai?"

"...No." After a moment of hesitation, Oda Sakunosuke replied.

"Okay." Even Mr. Oda doesn't know where the other party is, so the others have no hope. After serving the last dish, Atsushi Nakajima said, "If Mr. Oda sees Mr. Dazai, please help I have a message for him."

Oda Sakunosuke nodded: "Please tell me."

"I'm really sorry for making suggestions without authorization, and I will never talk too much in the future."

"Okay." After a pause, Oda Sakunosuke asked, "Do you...do you still need me to stroke your hair?"

Atsushi Nakajima shook his head: "No, I won't trouble you anymore."

Mr. Oda is a friend of Mr. Dazai. If he is hiding, he should not go to Mr. Oda, lest Mr. Dazai hide even his friend Mr. Oda.

At noon yesterday, Sakunosuke Oda didn't go because he had a mission. It was already night when he got the news. It had been too long, and he didn't know how to reconcile the two of them.

Now it seems that it is not two people who need to reconcile, but Dazai alone.

The main reason is that Atsushi Nakajima is too sensible, and Sakunosuke Oda couldn't help revealing something in this way: "Actually...you can come to me to rub your hair at any time."

"Thank you, Mr. Oda." Atsushi Nakajima didn't understand his hint, he just agreed with his mouth, and decided not to trouble the good Mr. Oda in his heart, "Go and eat quickly, it won't taste good when it's cold."

"Ah."

Lunch time passed quickly, Nakajima Atsushi got off work, he left the cafeteria, took out his mobile phone and called the dean when he took the elevator downstairs.

The call was quickly connected.

"Mr. Dean, how are you all these days?" Hearing the words from the man on the phone, Atsushi Nakajima was very relieved, "Everything is fine...it's great."

"By the way, what happened to the thing I texted you last time?"

"That matter, everyone is willing to help, but there are many children who can't write, so they have to be taught now."

"Well, from today onwards, I will go to the orphanage every day to teach them how to write."

Hanging up the phone, Atsushi Nakajima ran to get on the tram to Shizuoka Orphanage.

……

The children are all children who know how to be grateful. Through the dean, they know that the reason why their lives can have such a qualitative improvement is because of the relationship between the senior named Atsushi Nakajima in front of them. They thought they would be very old. However, when they met, they discovered that the senior named Atsushi Nakajima was actually a child.

"Senior Nakajima, you've worked hard." The children said sincerely, "Are you here to teach us how to write? Don't worry! We will work hard for Senior Nakajima!"

Looking at the expressions on their faces of "We know this is difficult, but we will work hard for Mr. Nakajima", Atsushi Nakajima couldn't help laughing.

"Haha, actually, you don't have to be so nervous. I won't teach you how to write a lot of characters." Atsushi Nakajima knelt down and looked at them. "I came here just to hope that you can learn a sentence and write that sentence out."

The children breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Which sentence will Senior Nakajima teach us to write?"

Atsushi Nakajima opened his mouth and replied: "—"

The kids get it: "We'll do our best!"

After all, it's just a sentence, they can do it!

In a word, the children already know how to write a lot, but considering that this is the first time to help Senior Nakajima, they want to write more beautifully, so they start to make their handwriting less like earthworms crawling. effort.

The time was short, and Atsushi Nakajima estimated that the time was almost up, so he got up and planned to leave the orphanage.

Before leaving, he found the dean and asked in a low voice, "Dean, is anyone looking for Baihu recently?"

"No, but they still come to search from time to time." The dean also answered in a low voice.

"That's it...then I'd better come less often." Atsushi Nakajima, who originally wanted to come every day, thought about it and said, "Then I come once a week?"

"can."

"Call me directly if there is anything to do in the orphanage, and I will come over right away." Then Atsushi Nakajima gave a few more words, and then left the orphanage under the eyes of the dean who was pleased and reluctant.

The man looked at Atsushi Nakajima's young back and sighed deeply.

He was obviously just a child, but he had to go out to make a living so early, not for himself, but for the entire orphanage. It was really... They dragged him down.

The child should have been free.

As the sky was getting dark, Nakajima Atsushi got off the car and hurried towards the building.

jingle--

Suddenly, the phone in his pocket rang, and Atsushi Nakajima took out his cell phone, and found that the caller was a person with the note of 'Mr. Nakaya'.

Mr. Chuya?It's Mr. Zhongyuan, when did he get the call from the other party... Wait.

Thinking that the other party had fiddled with his mobile phone for a while in the elevator during the day, Atsushi Nakajima quickly realized that the other party had entered the call into his mobile phone at that time, but unfortunately there was no record in the call history Atsushi Nakajima did not find it.

He picked up the phone: "Hello? Is it Mr. Zhongyuan?"

"Mr. Corner! Mr. Corner, you must help us!" The voice on the other end of the phone was not Chuya Zhongyuan, but a strange male voice that he had never heard before.

The other end of the phone was full of screams of "Central Plains cadres don't want it" and "Central Plains cadres, please stop" as well as the noise of tinkling bells. Even so, Atsushi Nakajima could hear the despair and the sound of crying in the strange male voice: "The Central Plains cadre didn't know what happened today and drank twice as much alcohol as usual. It was scary for the Central Plains cadre to get drunk, but that's within the range we can accept, but—— But today is different! The Central Plains cadre is demolishing the store after drinking too much!"

"When he saw a wall, he would squat in the corner and ask, 'Come with me, the corner'. If no one answered, he would just cut the corner off. It was horrible! And even if someone answered, the Central Plains cadres would not give up. He Saying 'no you're not a real corner, you're a fake' while throwing us out and continuing to fight the corner, it's too difficult—it's too difficult for us!"

Speaking of this, there was a whimper of crying on the other end of the phone, which vaguely overwhelmed the momentum of someone playing drunk and knocking on the corner.

"So you must save us, Mr. Corner! The only one who can save us is you!!"

After listening to their words, Atsushi Nakajima was silent for a long time, and asked: "...Who is Mr. Corner?"

Male voice: "You!"

Atsushi Nakajima: "...how did I become Mr. Corner?"

What is going on?

Male voice: "It's a note! The note given to you by the cadres of the Central Plains is the 'corner'!"

Atsushi Nakajima: "..."

After the cat, does I, Atsushi Nakajima, have another name called the corner?

The author has something to say: Atsushi Nakajima: Do I deserve a name?I do not deserve!

I, I made it up!cheer! !